#my exact thoughts verbatim

[rinwhore]

to that post saying if tr boys are kpop idols and baji would have the most in demand photocards yes ur right i 10000x agree with you

[beckyninja]

Comfort

Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x FemReader

Warnings: Some light suggestive content

Description: Lady Guilliman comforts her exhausted husband

Here's my first venture into the world of fanfiction, people. Keep in mind my knowledge of the Warhammer40k universe is mostly second-hand. Details may not exactly line up with canon. Be gentle, please!

By the damned Throne, I am tired.

Roboute Guilliman, Primarch, Lord of Ultramar, Lord Regent of the Imperium of Man, held his head in his hands. The words on the parchment before him blurred. He blinked rapidly, to little effect. His eyes burned.

What time is it, anyway?

The minutes, hours, days even, merged together in his mind. That same mind normally buzzed with a thousand thoughts, plans, theoreticals, and practicals. Not now, though. It seemed exhaustion had finally won. He felt… numb.

Why do I even bother? Why keep fighting?

He rubbed his hands over his face, struggling against the despair that had begun to haunt his waking hours once again. 

Wake up, you fool! Think! There’s too much to do! Too much-

“My Lord?”

Guilliman’s eyes snapped to the tall, armored figure standing before his desk. He hadn’t even noticed the Ultramarine’s approach.

“Yes, Sicarius?”

To anyone else, the Captain’s face would have been a stoic mask. But Guilliman could see the slight twist of the lips that marked his disdain. That was a look he usually reserved for-

He pushed himself upright in his chair. “She’s here.”

Sicarius nodded stiffly. “Lady Guilliman,” he said your title like it tasted sour in his mouth, “has requested an audience.”

Guilliman winced. “Were those her exact words?”

“She requested,” again the look of disdain, “I repeat them verbatim, my Lord.”

Guilliman stifled a sigh. “See her in.”

A few moments later the door slid open and you entered. Guilliman felt his hearts stutter. Nearly a Terran standard year since the wedding, and the sight of your face still made him catch his breath. So small, so soft, so lovely.

And so very annoyed.

“My Lord,” you murmured, dropping into a formal curtsey. 

Oh yes, you were most definitely annoyed.

He spoke your name, loving the way the syllables rolled off his tongue. The irritation in your eyes faded softly as they glided over him.

To anyone else he knew he would appear the image of the semi-divine Primarch. Indomitable and confident. He knew you saw more. You saw the furrows between his brows. You saw the hollows in his cheeks. You saw the weariness in his eyes. From the first moment he’d met you, he’d sensed your uncanny ability to strip away all pretense and see things clearly.

To see the man behind the demi-god.

“Oh, Roboute.”

Throne… 

He could listen to you say his name for hours. He had, in fact. He’d heard you pant it. He’d heard you scream it. He wanted to hear you do so again.

Your eyes widened. Then the annoyance on your face vanished completely and you laughed.

“No, no, Roboute. You’re not distracting me so easily this time.” You approached, circling the desk you could barely see over to stand next to him. “We need to talk.”

“I can guess what about.” With effort, he tore his eyes from you and refocused on the stacks of paperwork littering the desk.

You reached out and laid a hand on his thigh. “You’ve been in here for a week, my love. An entire week. You haven’t eaten. You haven’t slept.” You sniffed, then wrinkled your nose. “You haven’t bathed.”

He felt his cheeks heat. “I have been working.”

You continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “The administrators and officers are concerned. The serfs are whispering. Roboute, look at me please.”

He did, reluctantly.

“Your sons are even starting to notice something’s wrong.”

His eyebrows shot up at that. “They’ve… spoken to you?”

“Lord Calgar himself suggested I might talk to you, Roboute. It’s gotten that bad.”

“Sicarious hasn’t seemed unduly concerned.” 

You rolled your eyes. “That man has all the emotional sensitivity of a hunk of ceramite. Besides, I think he’d rather be fitted for a dreadnought than ask my help on anything.”

Guilliman huffed a short burst of air through his nose. “Still not getting along, I see.”

“I practically had to order him to let me see you. Yes, yes.” You waved a hand. “I know you’ve given me the authority. But I can’t imagine pulling rank on The Cato Sicarius will endear me to him.”

You shook your head. “All that is beside the point. In all the time we’ve been married, you’ve never shut yourself away for this long. You’ve never shut me out for this long. Roboute, what’s wrong?”

He stared back at the never-ending paperwork. Frustration welled within him, momentarily displacing the exhaustion.

“What’s wrong? Void, what isn’t wrong?!” He stood suddenly, causing you to shy back. “Here, a missive from the Ecclesiarchy, pontificating on and on about my lack of ‘enthusiasm’ for their nonsensical rituals. There, another Inquisitor foaming at the mouth about supposed heretics within my own Ultramarines. And there, the damned High Lords of Terra respectfully refusing to put another of my reforms into effect!” He slammed a fist onto the desk, cracking the priceless wood. “And all this while planets are screaming for aid from Tyranid hive fleets, Astartes chapters are stretched to their breaking points, and millions of lives are being snuffed out by the day! Stupidly! Wastefully!”

He only realized he was shouting when he saw the pained look on your face, hands clasped over your ears.

The frustration drained away, suffocated once more under the tide of exhaustion. “I am sorry, my love.” He slumped back into his chair. “I… I am sorry.”

“Stand up.”

“What?”

You smiled gently up at him. “Please, Roboute.”

He stood. 

“Thank you. Excuse me.”

Blinking burning eyes, he watched you scoot past him and clamber onto the seat of his chair. Then, after carefully moving a few stacks of paperwork aside, you climbed onto the desk itself, settling on your knees. Now your head was nearly at the level of his chest.

“Love? What on Terra are you-?”

You shushed him. “Turn the chair around, push it back against the desk, and sit down.”

He was a fool for you, that was the only possible explanation. That, and he was simply too tired for questions. He did as you asked, now facing the great window looking out upon the starry void. He took in the constellations and idly calculated the Macragge’s Honor’s exact position.

“Lean back.”

Something soft cushioned his head. Two somethings in fact. Two somethings he was quite familiar with under different circumstances. Then delicate fingers carded through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. 

Oh. Oh Throne, yes.

You laughed softly at the groan that emanated from his throat. When one of your hands moved to knead the back of his neck, he swore he was melting.

“I cannot halt the Tyranids, or increase the Astartes.” You whispered. “I cannot talk sense into the Ecclesiarcy or the Inquisition. I could possibly chastise the High Lords, if I didn’t know they’d go straight back to being idiots as soon as my back was turned.”

Guilliman closed his eyes and focused on your words, your touch.

“I cannot take care of the Imperium. That is your duty, and no one else could do a better job.” Warm lips pressed against his cheek. “My duty is taking care of you. I knew it from the day I met you.”

“I love you, Roboute.”

“I love you too, my hearts.” He pressed the words past the lump in his throat.

“Then please, please let me do my duty. Let me care for you.”

What did I do to deserve this woman?

The fact that you’d come to him when he was at his lowest was almost enough to make him believe there was some all-knowing force for good in the universe. Almost.  He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

You sighed in relief. “Thank you, my love. First, we’ll return to our quarters and you’ll sleep. Then, I’ll have the cooks prepare a meal. A real meal, not that vile sludge you feed your sons. Then, a bath.”

“You’ll join me?” He muttered, already feeling the lure of sleep.

“I will.” Your voice was suddenly right next to his ear, “And, if you're very good, we’ll do more than bathe.”

At that his eyes opened and he craned his head back to look at you. You blushed at the look of hunger on his face.

“Sleep and food first, my husband.”

Suddenly energized, he surged to his feet, turning and sweeping you into his arms. “We’ll see about that, my wife.”

As you gasped and giggled, he smiled, truly smiled, for the first time in weeks. The universe was still on fire. The Imperium was still a cesspit. A million problems still awaited his solutions.

But you were here. His personal symbol of all that was still good in humanity. His one comfort.

He would keep fighting for you.

@lemon-russ @moodymisty @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @bispecsual @kit-williams @sleepyfan-blog

(I would tag more but I don't want to annoy anyone who didn't specifically ask for it. I'm just going to hope this makes the rounds eventually.)

[the-bitter-ocean]

(ACT 4 SPOILERS) Decided to be silly and wanted to post some sprite/ portrait Mirabelle redraws that I did for the ICAC Au!! Under the cut will be artists notes and the Speedpaint process:

GENERAL ARTISTS NOTES:

I wanted to capture the vibes of the original Mirabelle attack sprite that’s in game, but also add my own twist on it rather than just copy the exact pose verbatim. Since the original pose that the sprite is based off in game is paper/ healing I wanted it to have a sense of seriousness to it

I changed the craft sign with the hands to be both paper and scissors, since she’s a dual type and I think that the vibes of “just attack” in the original game is to go all out and not hold back. Whatever is the most efficient and quickest way to brutally take out your enemy.

This is also why the the sparkles and effects around Mira is different: She’s using both paper and scissors so she’d have the FX for both in her attack portrait.

I changed the expression to look more serious (shadowed face, the circles within circle eyes is a reference to the fact her eyes go in a spiral when she defeats the king in the canon game of ISAT.

For anyone new to the Au and didn’t catch the design details beforehand: in the ICAC au Mirabelle was the one to lose the eye protecting Bonnie from the sadness instead of Siffrin! She has a eyepatch made by Isabeau and it has the change symbol on it. Her hair usually covers the blind eye in most sprites barring few exceptions ( certain parts of act 4, Act 5 and act 6 etc.)

She also has a sharper/ pointier bow in comparison to canon isat Mirabelle. This is mainly because I noticed the pixel sprites for Mirabelle the bow looks very sharp and pointy in isat but the sprites themselves are rounded, so I thought it would be neat to play with the shape language of the design and make the bow sharper in the portraits as well

[nubiawrites]

chapter eight

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: Slow burn. 18+. Smut. Sex.

Summary: As Aaron and Iriye's connection grows, old flames and new obstacles find their way between them.

Notes: I really love this chapter. But I'll let you guys be the judge of that. Comment, like, reblog, or send me asks. I want to hear your thoughts because I love responding.

MASTERLIST

Rules were simple enough to follow. Little things two people agreed on. Iriye and Aaron had decided to come up with that while spending a weekend at hers. 

“I like this. Us,” Aaron breathed against Iriye’s ear, him the big spoon around her as they cuddled on her couch, her TV playing a rerun of whatever TBS had to show.

“Oh, do you? I couldn’t tell,” Iriye replied, though she could feel his ever-growing length against her backside. “But I agree. I like my weekends with you,” She admitted, facing the full lips, trimmed goatee, and blueish-green eyes that had captivated her. 

They spent five weekends in a row at the others’ place, finding themselves wrapped up in each other. There was the occasional late-night run for groceries or anything they both craved. Glasses and a hat on for Aaron while Iriye did most of the picking out of things.

“I like seeing you during my weekdays,” Aaron spoke, pulling her in by her chin and throat for a kiss and her moaning into his mouth.

“You might get annoyed with me when we have to be around each other,” Iriye stated.

“I just want to kiss you even more.” He pecked her lips once again. “Maybe we can sneak into your office-”

“Where Nelly and Tamara could walk in at any time,” She pointed out.

“Or my trailer.”

“Let’s give a PA a show.”

“Your mind is in the gutter, love,” Aaron chuckled. 

“You’re not supposed to shit where you eat,” Iriye turned to face him fully, her hand trailing her fingers across his chest. “We’ve been seeing each other for a month, officially,”

“Two and a half but whatever you say,” Iriye raised her eyebrow at Aaron and he kissed her again. “I get you’re nervous,”

“I’m not," Iriye retorted.

“Okay, you’re not nervous. So what’s going on?” He asked, rubbing her side softly. She hummed at the touch.

“I just don’t want things to get too… complicated,” Iriye stated, the vulnerability feeling like it was choking her. “I like that it’s just us. That only we know. That we can just be Aaron and Iriye,” 

Aaron nodded along as she spoke, taking it in. But Iriye could see there was something else.

“I don’t want you to overthink this,”

“I’m not,” 

“Relax your brows then,” Iriye playfully brushed her hand over Aaron’s face, an inkling of a smile appearing from him. “We’re in pre-production for Paradise Lost and you’re on Lanterns still. I just want the both of us to be able to focus on our respective jobs when we’re at the lot. But when we’re not there, we can just focus on each other,” Aaron thought it over.

“We both can agree on that,” Aaron stated. “The lot is off limits.” He held up his hand for a pinky promise. “Deal?” Iriye returned her pinky giner to intertwine his.

“Deal.”

The rules were definitely broken. But Iriye liked to think that Aaron started it. 

Aaron had finished with filming, and Iriye was still on the lot, working on some things. It was an innocent meeting under the guise of discussing Paradise Lost. Even if Nelly gave Iriye and Aaron a knowing smirk as she left them alone in the production office.

Iriye kept things professional as she sat across from him on the couch in her office. They reviewed her changes to the Paradise Lost script after some execs had some minor notes. She was focused, but Aaron was focused on something else entirely.

At first, it started with Aaron wanting to make sure he got Iriye’s exact thoughts down for his journal, copying her notes verbatim. He had moved closer to her side of the couch, but she paid it no mind. But then his hand went across the back of her chair as he leaned in, and she caught a whiff of his cologne, causing Iriye to hum softly.

“You good, love?” He asked, smiling at her.

“Fine,” Iriye refocused. 

But it didn’t stop there. Aaron’s hand brushed against her back. His leg bumped into hers as he focused. His cologne was intoxicating her senses. If anything, he was walking temptation. But the real kicker was when he licked his bottom lip. It was over. Iriye was a goner.

With the door to her office locked and the blinds down, Iriye was in Aaron’s lap, crying to the heavens as he lifted her up and down his length. Her nails dug into his shoulders every time he made sure she reached the base of his length, whines and cries escaping her. A grin was on his face as she watched the faces and sounds she made as she was packed to the brim with his thick cock, moaning and groaning in response to her. 

Watching Iriye while Aaron fucked her was becoming a favorite past time of his. Seeing how she gave all of herself over to feeling. How she wasn’t shy about saying what she wanted. About letting him know when something was good. 

“Fuck Aaron,” Iriye moaned into his ear, her tongue moving to lick at it before she playfully bit it. That earned her a smack to her ass.

“You’re so wet. What made you so wet, baby girl?” Aaron teased, not letting up on fucking her on his length. He was playing with her under the guise of being calm and controlled.

“You…” Iriye moaned, her body trying to hold on, but the feel of his length inside of her was so good.

“I’m making you feel this good,” Aaron groaned. He slammed against her G-spot, and Iriye could swear she could die happily at just the feeling. “Answer me, Iriye.”

“You’re making me feel this good, baby.” Her bra-clad breasts were bouncing in his face, her shirt long gone. He let his tongue slither across the skin, a hand coming up to tug one of the cups out of the way and pull a perky brown nipple into his mouth. “Aaron,” She cried.

Aaron could feel her walls tightening around his length as he continued to fuck her and suck at her breast. He moved to her other breast, and Iriye whined.

“Fuck, you’re so tight love,” Aaron groaned into her breast, sucking on the nipple before biting teasingly. “You’re gonna make me cum,” Iriye squeezed her walls around him and that earned her a hard thrust up from him. 

“Right there,” Iriye cried.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” Iriye followed his directions, Aaron drilling up into her and making cries and moans escape her body. 

“Oh god!” She cried out, her face pressing against his as she let him fuck the life out of her. His lips pressed feverishly to her skin as he continued his thrusts. Her nails dragged down his scalp, grasping onto him and his body as his stamina kept him fucking his length inside of her. 

“God, your pussy was made for me, Iriye,” He whispered into her shoulder. “Fuck baby,”

Iriye whined out as she felt her walls tightening around him even more. He thrust against her g spot a few more times, pulling more cries from Iriye.

“Just like that! You’re fucking me so good,” Iriye whined. “You’re gonna make me come,” Aaron pulled back to watch her face.

“Come for me,” Aaron slipped one hand from her ass, his fingers finding her clit and circling it to match the pace he was setting inside of her. Iriye had no room to go against him as she was helping him fuck her on his length, her hips meeting his as chased that end. “Iriye,”

Iriye cried out as she felt the waves crash down on her, Aaron still fucking her through it. Her hips bucked as her orgasm were intense, pussy clenching around him as she trembled in his arms. Aaron continued pounding his length into her, groans against her skin. 

Iriye kissed every patch of Aaron’s skin she could get to, their lips finding each other’s as Aaron cried out, his end hitting him hard as he gave into his orgasm, shooting into the condom he wore. Hearing him cry out her name into her mouth just made Iriye want to go again.

Chest heaving, Iriye buried her face into Aaron’s chest once she pulled away and she felt relaxed, her pussy still spasming ever so often around him.

“Didn’t expect that when I came in here for a meeting,” Aaron chuckled, placing kisses on her shoulder. Iriye pulled back to look at his handsome face and playfully rolled her eyes.

“Lies,” Iriye shook her head. Aaron placed a hand to his heart.

“I’m innocent,” Iriye just chuckled.

“Nothing about how you just fucked me is innocent,” Iriye pulled back, seeing her juices coating his condom covered length. “Glad to know these aren’t just for show,” She playfully squeezed his shoulder. Aaron chuckled, leaning in to kiss her softly. 

“Well if you’re in the mood for not so innocent fucking, we should probably go back to my place,” Aaron stated, his hand rubbing her bare thigh. 

“You’re absoutely correct, Mister Pierre,” She said in her best British accent. “How did I do?

“Eh,” Iriye playfully smacked his chest before he pulled her in for another kiss. 

“Let me go to the bathroom and freshen up,” Iriye moaned as she slid off of his length and found her panties and jeans. Iriye looked back at Aaron adjusting himself before heading for the bathroom.

Once she was freshened up, Iriye walked back to the production office but was surprised when she saw a familiar face about to reach for the handle to the Lanoire Production Office.

“Jay?” Iriye said, seeing the taller Black man at the production office door. Jay turned back to her and smiled, a smile that once had Iriye clenching in excitement now had her feel with sadness and dread. 

“Hey Iriye,” Jay tried to reach in for a hug while Iriye held out her hand, the two laughing at the awkwardness of the exchange.

“Didn’t think we would be like those white folks in a meet cute,” Jay stated.

“Well things are different now,” Iriye replied.

“Right,” Jay adjusted his backpack strap.

“Were you here for Tamara?” Iriye asked. “She left an hour or so ago,”

“Nah. I was coming by to check in on you,” Jay ran a hand at the back of his neck. 

“I don’t think it’s proper ettiquette to check in on the person who broke your heart, Jay,” Iriye stated.

“Yeah but we were friends before we were lovers, Iriye,” Iriye softened a little. “I miss my friend,” She could see the honesty in his eyes.

“I missed my friend too,” Iriye said. “But I meant it when I said I think I’m better off with having a friend than a boyfriend months ago,” 

“Yeah, it’s for the best.” Jay stated. “And look what the focus got you. Congratulations to you and Paradise Lost. You deserve everything and more, Iriye,”

Those words sent her replaying through her mind the last time they spoke, how things were left off. Before she could respond, the door to the production office opened and Aaron stepped out into the hallway.

“Hi,” Iriye said, trying to remained composed in front of both Jay and Aaron for two different reasons.

“I’m going to head out, but thank you for staying to talk through the script again,” Aaron said to Iriye, a mischief in his eye before turning his attention to Jay. “I’m Aaron.” He offered his hand to Jay.

“Jay Johnson.” Jay shook Aaron’s hand, a smile coming on his face. “My buddy works on Lanterns.”

“Cast or crew?” Aaron turned the charm on, and Jay returned the smile, Iriye trying to eye the situation carefully. 

“Crew. He’s on the best boy side of things. But he’s enjoying it,” Jay stated.

“That’s good to hear.” Aaron nodded. 

“Aaron is going to star in Paradise Lost.” Iriye gave a small smile over to Aaron, trying to keep it polite. 

“Tamara told me. You’re doing it, Iriye. I’m happy for you.” Jay had rose colored glasses on, and Iriye was nervous about Aaron witnessing it. “You have a future Emmy and Oscar winner writing you into her world, Aaron.”

“I’m grateful for the opportunity that she wants me to be a part of the cinematic world she’s created,” Aaron was trying to follow Iriye’s lead. Her poker face was good, and she noticed that about her when they were around others. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it. Nice meeting you, Jay,” He turned his attention to Iriye. “I’ll see you at the chemistry reading.” Aaron nodded before heading out. 

“He’s really that tall in person,” Jay said, straightening to his full six-foot-tall height. Iriye rolled her eyes. 

“I really should get back inside, Jay. It’s been a long day, and I gotta finish up some stuff,” Iriye stated.

“Yeah, I’ll let you go.” Jay leaned in, and Iriye hugged him, trying to keep it friendly while knowing that the feeling was something she would eventually get used to. Not being as close as they once were. A platonic love she felt for him instead of the romantic one he felt for her. When they pulled away, Jay left, and she was stuck with what it meant that she didn’t feel anything for him.

Iriye made it to Aaron’s place in record time, grabbing the overnight bag she had packed in case she would stay at his. She entered the building, made it to his door, and knocked. A minute later, Aaron was opening it up, and he pulled her in, kissing her properly once she was in.

“How are you feeling?” Aaron asked her as she entered.

“I’m fine,” Iriye said, dropping her bag by the door and kissing him softly. “You up for round two?” Iriye ran her hands over his neck and shoulders. He walked down to the couch and pulled her legs onto his lap.

“I meant about you and Jay,” Aaron said with a soft tilt of his head. Iriye looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

“What do you mean?” Iriye wasn’t trying to play dumb, but she didn’t want to dig into her ex and the drama that came along with it. 

“You two are exes. I’m good at picking up on things like that.” He began removing her shoes, his hands moving to massage her feet. “Want to talk about it?”

“Aaron, you don’t need to be jealous of him,” Iriye flipped the script.

“I’m not. I have no reason to be," He stated. “I don’t want to push you, but I feel like you’re holding back with me.” Iriye moved her legs from his lap, sitting back against the couch.

“I’m not holding back. We’re both busy people. We haven’t even defined what this is,” Iriye ran a hand through her goddess locs, untangling some of her hair.

“Then let's have that talk.” Aaron turned towards her. “I like you. I like being around you. Spending weekends and weeknights with you over the past two months has been something I look forward to.”

“Aaron-“ Iriye sighed.

“Let me finish,” Aaron demanded. Iriye raised a brow at him before relaxing. “I want whatever you want from this. From me. For us. The ball is in your court. You make the choices. I want you.”

Iriye looked Aaron in the eyes, seeing the pupils of blue and green mixing as he stared at her. He was too gorgeous to be real. Her hand went to his cheek, feeling the light stubble on his chin. 

“I like us just figuring this out,” Iriye stated, stroking his chin. She leaned in to kiss him softly, her eyes shutting at the feel. She pulled back after she felt his tongue lick along the seams, begging for entrance. “None of that. We got the final chemistry read with Vivian tomorrow.”

“I know,” Aaron continued to kiss her, pulling her in his arms and leading her to his bedroom.

Two rounds later, Iriye laid out across from Aaron, both of them naked as the day they were born. His fingers traced the back of her leg, and she hummed softly, her eyes trying to fight sleep.

“What’s your biggest fear?” Aaron asked her, his fingers massaging the cramp he had caused from her third orgasm. 

“Hmm?” Iriye opened her eyes to look at him, the moonlight peeking in from the window, hitting his skin.

“Your biggest fear?” He asked, Iriye pulling the pillow closer to herself. Tiredness was seeping into her bones, especially as she felt Aaron crawl closer to her, kissing up her body. Iriye took a moment to try to gather her thoughts, Aaron’s kisses distracting her.

“People leaving,” Iriye whined when she felt him stop kissing her. “Don’t stop.”

“Why so?” Aaron reached her eyes, and she was overcome with shyness. The intensity of his gaze was getting to her, but she couldn’t escape it.

“Because you can never make them stay,” Iriye stated. “I wasn’t enough to make them stay.”

Iriye blinked several times, trying to fight the urge to sleep. She heard Aaron whisper words softly to her.

“I’ll stay, Iriye.”

Morning came, and Iriye shared the shower with Aaron, kisses shared between lovers. It was early, but she would take all the time she could get with him. Once they were dressed, more kisses were exchanged, and they went their separate ways.

Iriye couldn’t keep the smile off her face before the chemistry read. As she settled at video village, where she had her headphones, she saw the camera focusing on Vivian Kincaid.

“She is something.” Nelly handed Iriye a coffee, and Iriye thanked her.

“Maybe, but that something may not work for our film,” Iriye stated. She watched as Tamara set Vivian and Aaron up for their scene.

“You’re right. But they do look good together?” Nelly remarked.

“What?” Iriye raised a brow at Nelly.

“I’m kidding. I’m kidding,” Nelly said as she sat beside her as Tamara returned.

“You guys ready?” Tamara stated. Iriye nodded, putting her headphones on.

Iriye watched as Aaron ran through the scene. Vivian could hang with him, but little things were still missing. 

Tamara called cut, taking a moment to think before she turned to Iriye.

“Can you give her the note?”

Iriye straightened up and tried to get through this without any interactions. But she had a role to play: the writer.

Iriye got up and approached Vivian as the makeup artist touched her face. Vivian smiled softly.

“I’m Ir-”

“I know who you are. Iriye Edwards,” Vivian shook her hand, a graceful smile coming onto her face.

“Oh, we’re on a first and last name basis,” Iriye was intrigued.

“I’m sorry. I just went down a rabbit hole after I read the script. When my manager got their hands on it and sent it to me, I knew I had to be a part of it.”

“Interesting,” Iriye stated.“Well, I just wanted to give you some insight.” She stated.

“Anything and everything is welcomed. Can I admit something? I’m nervous. Aaron is intense.” Vivian explained.

“Don’t I know it,” Iriye chuckled, knowing she had to get the woman to relax. “But he’s not Aaron. He’s Isaiah, and you’re Nora,” She said. “You’ve read the script. You know this character left and right.” 

“I do. I read the script so many times. I know everything.”

“Good. Now throw it all out the window,” Iriye could see the contemplation on her face. “You’re in your head. You need to be more present. Nora is a wildfire. She knows what she wants. She’ll go to all ends to do it. Now, show me who you believe Nora is and make me believe it.” 

Iriye watched Vivian take a moment to ground herself before walking away. Iriye smiled at Aaron as she caught his eye, him returning it. She settled back at video village, Tamara smiling.

“Not you trying to take my job,” Tamara teased.

“Me direct? Never,” Iriye chuckled. She watched Aaron come into focus as the camera operator took him in. Iriye took him in, and even through the monitor, he took her breath away. 

“Okay… action,” Tamara called.

All the executives were glued to the screen, and the moment was electric as Vivian followed her suggestions. Iriye could admit that both Aaron and Vivian looked good together, and the words and characters she created came to life. But it went to another level with Vivian grabbing Aaron right before her last line. She pulled him close, and both drew into it, Vivian kissing Aaron.

“And cut! We’re gonna take a ten,” Tamara called, going over to Vivian and Aaron.

And while everyone clapped, Iriye felt something she had never felt before: jealousy.

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[mikuchan]

Notes and thoughts on my Araj Oblodra tag dive. This one is long.

Everyone loves an evil woman (unless she's mean, and a woman).

Oh boy! I started Araj because I'm too busy lately to keep tackling Orin or any of the DA tags, so I thought I'd bang out some ~100-tag characters. With only 122 English language works, Araj has a pretty small tag that manages to be an unsurprising but illuminating facet of the BG3 fandom experience.

Like I said on the infographic, 85% of works tagging Araj also tag Astarion; going further with that, in over half (59%) of works tagging Araj Oblodra, she is only in the story to act antagonististically towards Astarion. The criteria for this was: Araj seeking Astarion's blood in an impolite/creepy/pushy way, hurting people close to Astarion, or treating him in any kind of rude, demeaning, or abusive manner; and she has no separate interactions or plot points.

This number jumps to 71% when mistags are removed.

Over a third of her works total specifically follow her exact canonical in-game role.

I divided her tag presence into 5 roles because of this: Main, Side, Minor, Mistag, and Canon Antagonist. In Canon Antag works, whether she appears for a single scene or an entire fic, Araj does not deviate from canon. She says her game lines verbatim, and if/when Tav attacks her later, she does not have any further unique dialogue or actions except for like, dying on the ground. If she deviates from canon in any way, this shifts her role into main, side, or minor. (Here is a deeper explanation of how I sort roles.)

Of all the fics tagging Araj, an alarming amount go on to have her screamed at and assaulted. She's choked, stabbed, sliced, beheaded, dismembered, grabbed by the collar and spat at, called a bitch in all caps. I get it, kind of -- it's fun to imagine how you or your Tav would confront a bully, and Araj is distinctly a bully. But it's a little jarring when we consider how few other characters receive this treatment.

Lady Esther, for comparison, is a nearly identical character: a selfish merchant who profiles and belittles a companion while making a dehumanizing request. There are four works total tagging Esther on AO3. One of these involves her crimes against Lae'zel. (so for Lae'zel, that's 1 anti-merchant fic per ~6k works)

Lann Tarv, the bugbear merchant found in Moonrise Towers, is also similar: offering a material deal in exchange for triggering a companion's past traumas. There are two fics tagging Lann Tarv on AO3; one of these is about him and Karlach. (so for Karlach, that's 1 per ~8k works)

For Astarion, who is tagged in 21,817 English language works, there's 1 anti-Araj fic per ~300 works -- over twenty times the rate of those mentioned above.

So what makes Araj so different? Why do Astarion fans care so deeply about her?

This is rhetorical. We know why Araj receives this kind of hate and backlash while others go ignored or enjoyed. She's not a woman hurting other women like Esther, Viconia, or Orin do; and she's not an abusive man, like Cazador, Raphael, Gortash, Ketheric, Lann Tarv. Instead she's committed the cardinal sin of being a woman who is mean to a hot white guy, so she deserves to be called a bitch and kicked until she spits up blood and dies -- or at the least, used as a mean little stage-prop for someone else's growth. No further character exploration needed.

I'm not arguing that Araj Oblodra is this misunderstood character who deserves only love and cinnamon buns. I'm also not saying we need to coddle her because she's ~just a girl~ or something. She's a self-serving merchant who dehumanizes and triggers Astarion, and isn't apologetic about it. She'll give you a potion to make you explosive. She's got some sketchy experiments going on.

But she's also like...not that worse than a lot of other characters in the game. She's not even really worse than Astarion himself, who is also nasty to a lot of people (he's funny, but he's an asshole); also iffy about consent (just bites you in the night); is not apologetic about chunks of his past (the Gur, their kids); and is equally self-serving at times (wanting to ascend despite the blood toll).

I'm not saying Astarion is some awful, irredeemable character, either. Both he and Araj are complex characters operating within their own unique set of morals, seeking personal power to right past wrongs and traumas.

Together they paint a good picture of the problems in the BG3 fandom, and really, fandom as a whole. The martyrdom of a hot white blorbo guy; the demonization of a woman; the often-female OC swooping in to uphold this status quo; the relative fixation on the whole melodramatic scenario.

I'm sure some people will disagree. Before you do, stop!

Do not tell me about how your Tav is super deep and well-written and so it's actually really feminist of her to kill Araj for her vampire lover. Awesome for you. Take that energy and write something about Lady Esther, and then we'll talk.

The rest of Araj's stats were pretty predictable. She leans hard towards Explicit and Mature ratings, which isn't surprising. I like the ones where she and Minthara interact, always fun to see drow from different Houses working together (or against each other!). I also like the idea of Araj x Aurelia, the tiefling vampire spawn.

[saintmelangell]

i think a lot about how christians use the akedah as a foreshadowing of the crucifixion because god offers his son for a sacrifice as abraham does isaac. the problem with this idea is that its completely detached from its source material. i think the popular reading remains that abraham's faith in god was so complete that he would have killed isaac if it came to that, but there are some rabbinic readings that suggest abraham and isaac both knew god wouldn't follow through demanding isaac as a sacrifice. this is why abraham goes through with it up to the point that he does.

i think a lot about how christians use the akedah as a foreshadowing of the crucifixion because god offers his son for a sacrifice as abraham does isaac. the problem with this idea is that its completely detached from its source material. i think the popular reading remains that abraham's faith in god was so complete that he would have killed isaac if it came to that, but there are some rabbinic readings that suggest abraham and isaac both knew god wouldn't follow through demanding isaac as a sacrifice. this is why abraham goes through with it up to the point that he does.

i find this to not be as present in the paschal narrative. jesus does not seem aware of his resurrection. he speaks about glorification prior to the paschal narrative but seems unaware of how this will play out for him personally. nothing in his dialogues on the mount of olives or on the cross suggest to me someone who was aware that he was going to be resurrected. my caveat here is that both mark 8:31-33 and matthew 16:21 are obviously later redactions and i find it extremely doubtful that jesus ever said he would be raised in three days verbatim, especially since these verses are not spoken quotations from jesus.

my other caveat is that the notion of "complete faith" is deeply warped. jesus may have had complete faith in god, but this does not automatically signify that he understood the exact means of his glorification. (i also caution any christian from allegorizing his statement about the temple being rebuilt in three days given the problematic and antismeitic history of the book of hebrews.)

if we compare abraham and jesus' reactions to what god asks of them: abraham is calm and he isn't panicked. when isaac questions where they will get the sacrifice, abraham answers with certainty. jesus is far less composed even among his friends. he is deeply distressed throughout his experience, culminating in his dying statement: אֵלִ֣י אֵ֖לִי לָמָ֣ה עֲזַבְתָּ֑נִי, my god, my god, why have you foresaken me? interestingly, midrash on psalm 22 says that esther uttered the same thing when facing king xerxes to intervene on behalf of the jews in babylon, because she felt the shekinah disappear. to my mind in addition to a further feminization of christ, this also implies that jesus may only have thought that he was intervening on behalf of the jews in captivity, like esther, rather than on behalf of the world, an idea supported by statements such as matthew 15:26, matthew 10:5, and matthew 5:7.

the main issue that i have with the linking of the pashal narrative with the akedah is one of intervention: the climax of the akedah is that god intervenes on behalf of those he loves so that no blood needs to be shed. a consistent motif in god's covenants is creativity, to negate destruction: first the noahide covenant, then the abrahamic (note that this takes place during a famine, when abraham is in a strange land, on a knife's edge; it is under this covenant that isaac is not killed) and then the law passed down on sinai. the institution of mosaic law systematized sacrifice so that through right adherence to the law, bloodshed would be controlled and the people saved from harm. where the law is contravened- when one steps out of the safety which the shadow of god's word, like the wings of a mother bird, provides to her children- there is danger.

these covenants are not vertical outpourings of divine grace on humanity: they are wholly reciprocal. in leviticus 22, for instance, the lord states: it is i the lord who makes them sacred" and again at the end of the chapter: "you shall not profane my holy name, that i may be sanctified in the midst of the israelite people- i the lord who sanctify you." notice the reciprocity with rings from this second verse. the lord is sanctified by the people: the lord sanctifies the people. one cannot exist without the other. this reciprocal relationship is arguably the central tent of jewish law. micah 6:8, which to many rabbis is the single verse which best summarizes the law, also rings of this idea: to do the activity of מִשְׁפָּט֙ (justice), to love חֶ֔סֶד (mercy), and walk with god with צנַע, humbly, with modesty. the two main attributes of god are justice and mercy: thus we are asked to model ourselves after him in our behaviour, and to do so with humility.

god's relationship with his people moves continually nearer and nearer the prevention of destruction. whether you read the story of jesus as messianic or not (and i no longer do), the only way in which this story makes sense to me if i am to place it as part of a continual tradition with the jewish tradition of which jesus himself is part is to assume that that the actual crux of this story was one of intervention. if jesus is indeed the second isaac the way christianity cliams, it makes no sense for god to have intended him to be killed if isaac was never intended to be killed. if god provided the sacrifice for abraham, and his relationship with the world is reciprocal, then if jesus is the son of god it would stand to reason that the world would provide the replacement sacrifice for god's son in return.

abraham's faith that god would provide a sacrifice is very different from the type of faith often modelled in christianity, where you have faith in your suffering up to and through that suffering even to your own destruction. and this model of faith, which i do hold to be at best destructive and at worst incorrect, continually enables suffering both created and perpetuated by christianity as an institution. if god's mercy is the defining trait of every covenant up to christ, and we are expected to act with mercy in kind, shouldn't the aim of christianity be not the transformation of suffering (not to glorify the crucifixion of jesus, not to ensure that it goes unwasted,) but to live in the knowledge that the suffering of jesus, like all suffering, has the capacity to be prevented? is eschatology gesturing towards a new heaven and a new earth without suffering, or is it more likely that god (who made the world and saw that it is good) is aware that we have the capacity to prevent suffering in this world, here and now, by doing what we are asked by god?

we are asked to have abraham's faith: but we are also asked to, like abraham, seize the opportunity to alleviate someone else's suffering (including our own) when god presents it to us. more than mercy, that is the mark of a just god.

[fairyxdustt]

Frustrating

"You go too fast for me, Jophiel. There's only one place I truly want to see again, and you can't take me there."

Jophiel dropped onto the steering wheel, letting out a frustrated sigh. The conversation had ended worse than he had imagined.

Trembling, he looked at the lighter the owl had given him. Despite everything, he had given it to him.

He thought about how curious happiness was and how it could vanish from someone's body in a matter of seconds. How everything around him felt warm with Azazel's presence, with that talk where he had confessed in the most adorable way possible his desire to be called angel by him. And how the cold had taken over the car at the same moment the owl had said those words before leaving, leaving him completely alone.

Frustrating, was the best way he could define all that. It was frustrating that so many of his conversations ended that way, that they left him with a strange feeling in his body. It was frustrating to feel that there was never enough for the demon, that he never found the exact right words, that something was always missing.

"Shit."

Maybe it's that he couldn't compare to the faith that Azazel still maintained. Of course not, how could he compare himself to God? How stupid.

But he couldn't help but feel mad. It was pretty obvious that Azazel wanted to return to heaven, even if he didn't say so verbatim. That same heaven that once rejected him, that had caused him so much suffering and that, even nowadays, that same suffering only complicated his life. Hurt him.

He had always questioned certain ideals of heaven, even if it was risky to do so from his position. He was aware that he was not the best example of an angel. It was increasingly difficult for him to understand what had pushed Heaven to expel Azazel.

What sense did it make to abandon someone so devout, with a purity that bordered on the impossible. With an innate goodness that was dangerous to the owl himself and a faith that was eating away and devouring him day by day?

How did they even dare to turn off a light like his?

If anyone deserved a place in heaven, it was certainly him. His angel. His light. And even then, he had fallen and had to live with it for the rest of his existence. With that sorrow. With that sadness in his eyes, his incessant nervousness, his words. The burns on his hands. Oh, the burns.

They must have hurt, right?

He promised to himself that if God didn't protect him, he would. How was he going to protect him from himself?

How frustrating. Azazel was frustrating. The love he felt for him was incredibly frustrating.

Not that it mattered, of course. He was going to love him either way.

Jophiel asked himself if love always was like that. Exasperating, infuriating, confusing, maddening, all at once. And at the same time, so tender, so sweet and warm.

Even now, when he was feeling so miserable and defeated, his mind couldn't stop spinning around the fact of how devilishly adorable Azazel was. In the enormous desire he had to see his face again, to hear his voice, to make him smile and laugh and, perhaps, some occasional blush. His heart felt at peace just by that thought. But it also raced so fast that for a minute he thought it was going to explode.

He wondered how it was possible for love to be that complicated. How was it even possible that it caused so many different emotions in him.

He felt like he was going to lose his mind at any time.

"What a tightrope we walk on, angel."

But oh, how much he loved him.

How much he adored him. How much he worshiped him.

another little thing based on the best good omens au ever, oopsie!omens by @asleepyy bc they are all i think about lately. hope you enjoy it!🩷

(english is not my first language so i apologize in advance if there's any mistakes)

[beneathashadytree]

Other ask lol This is a bit spoiler-y in regards to Rafayel's lore.

Rafayel's Your Fragrance card is visually stunning and quite sexy, but when the scent of the perfume is described, it sounded exactly like the potion he had witch MC make him.

And his reaction as he's sniffing MCs wrist actually breaks my heart. Who do you think he meant when he said "is this how they're trying to trap me?" (Not verbatim, I can't remember the exact words)

Spoiler alert!!!

I’m honestly pretty insane about Rafayel’s myths and past, even though there’s a vague “missing” period of his life with little info to go off of, so I’ve thought about this often, actually. I have all of Rafayel’s cards so far, and what I’ve put together so far is this: MC was—at some point—forced to collude with someone against Rafayel. Not of their own will, but still, it happened. Rafayel, having already been smitten by them, is PRECISELY the kind of person to let himself get caught despite his own instincts telling him to run away. However, getting caught = getting hurt, and it was inevitable despite his love for them. The potion is reminiscent of both his first love and his first betrayal, and he can’t exactly tell those two apart—because damn it, does he love them, but he’s doomed to death if he stays.

Also, another thing is that in his first myths, Rafayel is promised to MC as an almost-slave. He’s essentially her toy, and as a princess she has every right to destroy him should she wish to. It’s a horrifyingly cruel concept, but it’s very much true. Being “tied up” or “trapped” is a very recurrent theme in Rafayel’s lore, and it’s exactly BECAUSE he knows just how willingly he would go along with it and how he’d absolutely risk it all just to see/be with MC. Through it all, he still has the instincts of a fighter and a God. It’s a battle between nature vs. desire. It’s tragic, and it means that his reservations can never fully go away, and that he’s always naturally weak for the MC, but it’s also the only way he’s ever known how to love, and he’ll throw himself into it.

[danganronpadedication]

DAY 1 & DAY 2: DANGANTOBER

Day 1: Favorite Protagonist Is it really a surprise on this one? Hajime Hinata is my favorite protagonist, by far. Don't get me wrong, I love the other protags as well, but Hajime will always have my heart. He is my husband, he is my girlfriend, and he is me. If I were a combo of two Danganronpa characters, I'm Tsumugi and Hajime.

During my first playthrough of SDR2, I didn't expect to really like him all that much. Makoto had been such a great and impactful protagonist, and I didn't think Hajime would be able to top that. How wrong I was. I could write essays about this man if I had the time and the patience. There's just so much rattling in my brain about him. He's so baby girl.

First of all, he reacts just like I would in that kind of situation. Because, let's be real, if I thought I was about to start a semester at my dream school, only to somehow be teleported to a remote, tropical island with a robotic rabbit magical girl for a teacher, I'd have to take a moment to crouch down in the sand and have a bit of a breakdown too. He's so real for that. There would be moments in game, where something would happen, I'd make a joke, and then Hajime would say the exact same thing, almost verbatim.

He is my favorite character to project onto. He's a burnt out gifted kid, that's why he wants to be special so bad. He wants to feel like he still had potential and value. He just like me frfr. He's got that dog in him, but depending on the day, that dog is a loyal German Shepherd, or a sopping wet chihuahua. He's such a sweetie, but also so sarcastic. He's the kind of person that I actually want to be friends with or date in real life.

I really like his dynamics with everyone in-game too, and that includes the dude who shares this post with him. He was a bit more assertive that Makoto, but honestly, Makoto's more assertive and Hajime's less confrontational than people remember. But Hajime's always talking mad smack in his mind when anyone does anything, and in all fairness, he's the least freaky on an island full of freaks.

His relationship with Chiaki, whether you think it's romantic or not, is also really heartwarming, and heart breaking at the same time. Tears were shed when she died (both times), and when she shows up for some life advice from beyond the grave (both times). Their friendship in both the game and anime is just so real, and wholesome, and I really wish we could've seen more of it.

Towards the end of the game, he's especially engaging, because that's when the glory that is Johnny Yong Bosch's voice acting is on full display. By the time he's being confronted by AI Junko and the Future Foundation members, he's lost two bad bitches he had chemistry with, found out he's been inside a simulation this whole time, learned that he went through a procedure that fundamentally transformed his identity, and that he's associated with the group that was a big part in the end of the world, all within twenty-four hours. The way it's acted is with such genuine turmoil and anguish, it's so amazing. Once again, if that were me, I'd be tweaking just as much. In fact, he's not tweaking ENOUGH.

Finally, the Izuru plotline. Once again, this was something I didn't think I'd like. ''Oh really? So the dude we were playing as this whole time is the mastermind and he didn't even know it? What a cop out." But actually, it's very engaging. I have fixated on it, send help, I've spent too long analyzing every moment of this L'Oreal model known as Izuru Kamukura. Izuru could honestly be a whole post on his own, so I won't harp on him for too long. All I'm saying is that the fic "Made Perfect" by Lexichae on Ao3 is on my to-read list, and I don't usually read fanfiction.

Hajime deserves all the hugs and kisses and cuddles in the world, and I am happy to deliver unto him. <3 PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Day 2: Favorite Antagonist These two go hand in hand (hehe), so it works out that I forgot to do yesterday's Dangantober prompt and had to make up for it today. Out of the three main antagonist characters of the series, Nagito is definitely my favorite. I want to be able to hang out with him, I feel like it'd either be the calmest, or wildest hangout ever. Something will go wrong, but the caliber of tragedy is what will shake things up. I want to hold his frail hands and give him a self-care night, and I also know that after he's all cleaned up and relaxed, he's going to probably blow something up.

I love how, in the beginning of the game, Nagito's just the most chill guy ever towards Hajime. He's kind of a weird ally to start with. He walks around with Hajime, introduces him to everyone else, and gives him a guided tour of the available areas. He dogs on him too, but let's be honest, Hajime's the kind of guy who would be really fun to annoy. Nagito's also really silly in his own manga, such as the scene where he wakes up Hajime by pulling on his ahoge. But his chill demeanor doesn't last too long, because by the end of the chapter 1, there's already such a change to his personality that makes him so engaging.

He plans a crazy and well-thought out murder plot, which shows just how calculated and manipulative he can be. The part where he starts genuinely tweaking in trial 1 is hilarious too, and Bryce Papenbrook's acting there is so iconic. They paid that man the big bucks. He is so smart and conniving in chapter 5, anticipating factors for his little plot that'll happen after he's dead, and that showcases just how intelligent he is.

But beyond that chapter, he manages to be a big help in the trials, while still being a little scamp and a freak. No matter how condescending he is, let's be real, their chances of surviving trial 4 would've been much lower if he wasn't there. On the topic of chapter 4, I also really love how his entire mindset shifts upon the discovery of everyone being the Remnants of Despair, it really helps explore the psychology of Nagito Komaeda, which is a probably an enigma to even himself.

His backstory is so tragic, that it's almost comedic, I want to give him the biggest hug that would probably crush his frail bones into dust. The best part is that he's still chill. even after he's shown to be batshit insane. For example, in the chapter 5, when the group basically jumps him and tries to subdue him again.

"There's no use struggling!" "...But I'm not struggling." It's not his first rodeo, we all know that he got knocked unconscious by Kazuichi and Nekomaru in chapter 2, but he just rants and rolls with it. I'd listen to him rant, as we work on drinking the MOUNTAIN of Mr. Hopper he got in the anime. As a Dr.Pepper fan, he's so real for that. Speaking of the anime, he's a sweetheart and his voice is so comforting. He knows how to be a character that goes from 0 to 500, and look good doing it.

I know he's supposed to be a big, bad, scary Remnant in UDG, but they made Servant a little cutie pie. I may be biased because I just love the Remnants of Despair, but he's just a sweetie who was unjustly used as a punching bag the whole game. He didn't really even do anything in-game that was threatening. He was more of a threat in SDR2. The others were off committing war crimes, and he became a single father of five. Though, the lines he says in that game are extremely sus, I can't tell if Bryce Papenbrook was paid too much, or not enough to say those things. They held my guy at gunpoint in that recording booth.

The hand thing is freaky, I'll give him that, but it's very good insight into the psychology of the Remnants versus the psychology of Nagito as a Remnant, since he's vastly different. His love for hope and hatred for Junko and despair remaining core personality traits, even while in despair, is so interesting. SPEAKING OF LOVE FOR HOPE, THAT MAN IS GA-

Was it casual when you said "From the bottom of my heart, I am truly in love with the hope that sleeps inside you."

He's quotable too, many of his lines are things that go through my head on a daily basis.

I want Nagito, I wanna give him hugs and kisses and self-care nights, and maybe commit a crime or two together <3

PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Me to Hajime and Nagito frfr.

Wish I could draw for dangantober, but alas, I am not confident enough in my art yet to do so. Maybe next year. I have no mouth and I must type rants.

-Mod Tsumugi

[quailxcrossing]

i got recommended this video on dragons randomly and i went oh! oh hey! i love dragons! this looks cools

what i was not expecting was to hear my life's story played back to me verbatim

like literally this guy and i think we had the exact same life

growing up with a dragon special interest i was obsessed with proving they were real but not only real but taxonomically correct... i would pour over DND manuals from the library and dragonology (of course) and make my own dragon guidebooks desperate to understand how they worked. when the video brought up categorizing by leg count i was like. ahuhg. awah. wuh. me. i did that

he talks about when the how to train your dragon movie came out and how it touched him...how it touched him in the same way it touched me...then i ran to read all the books and i watched the movie maybe 30 times. every single car ride...i would make dragon plushies by making chimera-eske fusions of my preexisting stuffies because plushies were expensive and all of mine were second-hand, so i had to get what i could get! being the Dragon Kid who never shut the fuck up about dragons but maybe i just thought if i kept explaining them. someone would Get it. I would pretend to talk to other kids with my mind, just pretending i had someone to talk to about dragons. like i would lie to my parents i talked to other kids, but really i was daydreaming about it. hahahauuhgh.

i swear i would get like, hallucinations. i still swear i saw a (movie) nightfury one time, even if it wasn't real. i was convinced i was a dragon, a Blue dragon (this is a species) and i was so sure one day i'd be picked up during a storm and taken away to a place with the other Blue dragons and they'd all understand me and i'd have friends to talk about dragons with. in a way, i was really happy, but so deeply lonely. even my sister didn't really care about this even a fraction as much as i did. i fear i pushed her away a lot of those years, spending hours lost in daydreams, or reading Wings of Fire a million times. ohh when the first Wings of Fire came out, I was 8. i remember watching the Scholastic Book Fair trailer for it, and just...never being the same. i played dragonvale, i played dragon city, i would google "dragon game" and click ANYTHING- i would tell adults that my clothing was made of dragon fur or scales, i would say i could speak dragoni could write dragon i got a dragon webkinz (the white fluffy dragon) for my birthday from my best friend Caroline who i haven't spoken to in a decade and i sobbed and screamed and ran across the playground my party was held at, waving my dragon plushie in the air, and afterwards my parents told me it was Very Rude to act that way to one gift but not the others.

then i got into MLP and had a Similar Experience but this time i had the internet where other people i could talk to! this time i met my best friend who is still one of my best friends, and he liked/s MLP too, so i had someone. i still liked MLP "too much"- i still got in trouble with my teachers for drawing on my homework and i had people lash out at me for talking about ponies too much- but it was a less lonely interest, in some ways.

i think thats why i fell out of dragons for a while....when i fully accepted maybe they weren't coming for me, maybe i could never fully understand them, maybe when i realized i could never categorize them perfectly into taxonomies, when i realized maybe no one else gave a shit about them, or me (i was 10. i am okay)

they are so important to me. but also part of such a deeply isolated and difficult time in my life. then when i tried to come back around to them, i got those same fears maybe i was doing it all wrong....but maybe if i just did it perfectly right, everyone would get it and everyone would understand.

but i love them so much....i love dragons.......i always have.......so so soo deeplyyy...........Magic is so special to me. she feels so safe. she is like little me hugging me back...its okay.....dragons r here for you always and forever. i love them so much.....i want to draw them more

9/10 video, please watch it

[cuppajj]

What made you interested in playing Cookie Run Kingdom?

IT STARTED OFF WITH some of my transformers friends online being into it and posting crk related art. I was confused at first bc I had no idea what made these cool humanoid character designs cookies, so I thought it was weird and stayed away. Then almost a year later, my friend who I had no idea was a crk fan posted a picture of licorice cookie and I was like “there’s that frikkin cookie game again. why does it pop up in my feed all the time… what does it want” so I did research and realized that it’s a Gacha game.

Which I DONT really like Gacha games by principle because they’re super pay to win, but even still I was really interested in maybe trying it out. Like I wasn’t afraid of suddenly losing tons of money, im not the kind of person to actually buy p2w content because I’m great at grinding, so then I went to my tumblr and half jokingly was like “y’all gotta convince me not to play crk.” My mutuals did the exact opposite and used their psionic powers to convince me to download the game, which I did and I said verbatim “‘one bite couldn’t hurt”. here I am 6 months later with a lv48 cookie kingdom + lv11 cookie castle, master III on average, 4 ancients + mystic flour and i still haven’t spent a penny on the game. Also a whole lot of fan art which was inevitable, my art style is really good for it anyw. Basically it was safe to say that crk wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and I got really hooked by the story, and I’m genuinely surprised that the Gacha mechanic isn’t entirely unfriendly to f2ps like I thought it would be. Like they give you daily rewards and you can grind to unlock stuff just fine. Granted whales exist but they can be largely ignored

Fun fact, you can see the beginning of my cookie spiral because I basically chronicled it on tumblr

[rockerb0y]

@neuroslayyer: "Can't believe you got us kicked out." she mutters as if she weren't also complicit in the rabble-rousing. There's plenty of other bars and joints in Night City so it's not an issue. Yet five shots in hell breaks loose. It was that last shot she had nearly choked on. In a blur there had been yelling, smashed glass and within the blink of an eye she was pounding a fist into some gonk's stupid face (almost in sync to the rhythm of the music); hopped up on booze and adrenaline — a dangerous combo. With bloodied, busted knuckles, she had been pulled off the poor bastard. The chaos that had nearly turned into a wildfire quickly extinguished. When all was said and done, the craving for vivacious night life had dissipated like the feral excitement burning in her veins. She leans against him, flushed cheek resting against his bicep. Watching the roving neon signs and lit up buildings pass through the window of the metro brings about a dizziness. Gaze focuses instead on her hands. Damn, she's broken a couple of nails — a manicure that had been fresh, barely worn beyond a day. "What the fuck got you so worked over? Know you have attitude problems but holy shit."

     DESPITE  the overarching newness of the cloned body, congenital truculence had been inherited from digitalized state without dilution. complexion was now blemished and marred,  adorning fresh contusions and abrasions from a triumphant altercation at ' six shots '. to bleed his own blood was an unexpected privilege, as was the satisfaction of the first punch's connection with the ganger's jaw.

     no longer was  the hand  culpable for his pugnacity, its voice silenced in perpetuity during the body's creation and clinical commitment to compatibility. wrath was now entirely his own to concretize and employ, further augmented by the alcohol and over fifty years' worth of dormancy. not much reason was needed to instigate a  brawl  but what was gleaned from the nearby company was considered adequate, even with the inevitability of  eviction  afterwards.

     ❝  gonk had it coming. said you had a pretty mouth and not-so-subtly implied how he was gonna make the  most  of it. not too far off from what i was thinkin' myself, actually. also thought  dick-chin  wasn't using his mouth to its  full  potential and i was right.  ❞   inorganic digits unfurled and flexed in tandem with their reference,   ❝  got to test out my state-of-the art chrome right then 'n there.  ❞

     although the exact remarks weren't retold verbatim, there was  ample  faith in her ability to supplement the  vulgar  verbiage. explicit harassment in night city was as expected as it was scorned, particularly when it was largely dictated by certain superficial attributes. the dichotomy between her gender and his own had made itself  unavoidably  apparent during his tenancy in the relic; the conflict at the bar was just the most recent example — only this time, his reestablished agency facilitated a more  impactful  form of retaliation.

     gaze gravitated lower to follow hers and likewise gauge the condition of the mercenary's fingers, right hand horizontally supporting hers from beneath to lift them higher for examination. the pad of his thumb  delicately  swiped near each broken nail, noting their jagged edges jointly with abused knuckles. participation in the melee was untethered to any doubt of her skillset or faculty for self-defense; rather, it was rooted in the  phantom  remnants of their connection after they were sundered. an affront against her was one against him, and vice versa.

   ❝  guess your nails aren't as  durable, though, huh ?  fuck, what a rip-off. can't even handle a little horseplay.  ❞   soreness didn't hamper his head from shaking in disbelief.   ❝  should bill the other guy for property damage — after he shells out for trauma team's platinum rate, i mean. got a good look when i pulled you off of him and he's sure as shit gonna need it if he wants open airways anytime soon.  ❞

[3bugsinatrenchcoat]

when i started watching tng a few months ago i was looking at the imdb of john de lancie because i recognised him from days of our lives but i misremembered him as being on frasier (?????????) and my very jumbled thought process led me to a set of glorious hypotheticals that i started asking everyone i knew who had seen tng/ds9:

1. if there was a star trek version of cheers, would it take place in guinan's bar (tng) or quark's bar (ds9)?

2. if there was a spin-off of that st cheers that was an analog to frasier, who would be the frasier equivalent?

3. what would the theme song of that st frasier be?

the answer to 1 is complicated; it's subjective, both would be amazing. i think guinan's bar would be more similar to cheers, but quark's would be way more entertaining to me.

for number 2, and i cannot stress this enough, EVERYONE I ASKED (including myself) HAD THE EXACT SAME ANSWER FUCKING VERBATIM: q and/or lwaxana troi (i say and because, let's be real, frasier and niles are practically the same character so q and lwaxana could easily be both of them.) so now imagine how fucking good they would be as a duo. and then having a spin-off of that.

for 3, it turns out most people are not as autistic as i am and could not answer without help, so what i did was play a series of songs that i thought could maybe work and again the answer was unanimous: fuck me pumps by amy winehouse. it's classy, it's elegant, but it's also ridiculous and slutty (that is a compliment, i love that song) and somehow perfectly encapsulates both lwaxana and q????

anyway i encourage you all to come up with more insane hypotheticals because it's been 6 months and i still think about this constantly. it brings me such joy

[deviantartdramahub]

I don't know if anyone here can help me. I was one of the people featured in the video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtgBNwO7DOA and I saw at https://archive.ph/q9cFS that people can get content of them taken down, but the OP has a filter that automatically blocks most people in order to maintain his image as a universally supported individual, hence why the conflict there looks so uneven and why he explains his perspective by piling up excuses that even remotely support him.

Needless to say, as a result of this, though stuff is impossible to save anymore, I am interested to see where this goes, especially given what https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtgBNwO7DOA&lc=UgyxC_igBKV9Oz0gjoJ4AaABAg.ADSGwOZJ-BJADtjRIjD21- and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtgBNwO7DOA&lc=UgyxC_igBKV9Oz0gjoJ4AaABAg.ADSGwOZJ-BJADtjTSvtG-o and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtgBNwO7DOA&lc=UgyxC_igBKV9Oz0gjoJ4AaABAg.ADSGwOZJ-BJADu-GZ-USiH and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtgBNwO7DOA&lc=UgyxC_igBKV9Oz0gjoJ4AaABAg.ADSGwOZJ-BJADu20yrgS_E bring to mind.

I noticed the responses by the OP towards Terri not only make the claim she must absolutely be the OP's target in disguise, but also ignore and skip right over some of the things Terri mentioned.

One example of this includes the fact Terri addressed that the slur was apologized for and that the apology was accepted, something that was mentioned in the comments at https://www.tiktok.com/@shamanicsoulking/video/7422547788396825886 but with the comments now being visible in the footage which https://www.tiktok.com/@shamanicsoulking/video/7461799263459134751 shows, and the OP responds to that by saying "apologizing for being a transphobe when you were (quote) 'convinced' to do so is the epitome of an insincere apology", as if the validity of an apology is up to anyone else (she did not slight you, and she was not apologizing to you, the person who needed the apology was her friend who is still her friend). Sincerity is in the eye of the beholder; what I consider sincere and what you consider sincere may be different things, just like how what I consider table etiquette in my country might be different from what it polite to do during dinner at yours.

Another example is what she says about the claim of her having alts. She alludes to the error of this in full and the OP ignores this nuance and just repeats his old assertions verbatim but also goes into excuses for it which amount to nothing more than speculation fuel, as well as purposefully misinterprets this supposed alt's usage of first person reference as meaning that person is his target when it's clear it just means the person shared in the same thought. Their similar styles could be collaborative, to use an example of how it could happen if they were even the same style.

And people somehow don't see the massive logical hole in this in their response. Nobody is thinking "hmm, these very obvious contradictions by the OP might warrant skepticism towards them". The part about England I actually laughed at because the exact wording is "near Leicester" and there's more than one of those. "Your claims about your intentions don't matter" my ass.

It reminds me of that scene from season one of Pokémon where James is lying about his backstory and accidentally includes a part in it where he dies, and Jessie, Meowth, Ash, and Brock start crying before Misty yells "JAMES IS STANDING RIGHT HERE". Basically his advocates are akin to those four people who need info spoonfed to them like babies and happen to get lies fed to them because it's the first spoon to reach them.

While this scene from Pokémon works to explain the mindset of his advocates, it becomes a LITERAL analogy when talking about his (OP's) claims of her (his target) ban-evading in different places she was never banned from in the first place, which effing admins will tell you. Communities =/= instances =/= the site.

What's sad is how few Misties there are in society currently. There are Jessies, Meowths, Ashes, and Brocks absolutely everywhere, like it's the natural state of mind. Dare I say this is sadly what we call "neurotypical". Run through a movie theater and do what Mark Zuckerberg warned us about and yell "FIRE" without proof and more people would die of the panic than any actual threat, and the panic would allow everyone to become susceptible of theft, which is what is happening here. Theft of sensibilities.

Many of the claims made by the OP aren't even true. If you were to ask them for proof for all of them, he would only be able to provide anything even remotely resembling proof for some of them. I know this because I did so. One example is the death threat claim. Never happened.

Imagine a world where the same people who think last year's criminal of the year is innocent think speculation can allow someone to conclude the OP's target isn't.

Emphasis on the analogy considering the exaggerations, especially in the second response to Terri and in the claim about the gender of someone he thinks he "saw" after he stumbled upon Halloween silhouette clipart. Does he think insistence makes a case?

[quagarl]

I'm not tagging this, and I am not writing for anyone in particular. I do not intend on organizing any movement, consider this for all intents and purposes a diary entry that you are privy to. I do not think I possess any moral highground or intellectual superiority, but I have words I need to say, and this is as fair a place as any to say them. I write these things as a hurt and afraid person, who just needs a place to vent.

So I've been in a pretty dark place lately, with all the political doom and gloom our age so fertilizes. Nazis crawling out of the walls in numbers far beyond what you previously thought possible does that to you, I reckon. Especially when your group is one of their main targets.

My thoughts have been arranging themselves as a list of solutions, as they do with most crises in my life. Look away. Pretend they're not there so you don't have panic attacks. Buy a gun, for self defense. Buy a gun, for when someone needs to die.

That last thought is the most dangerous one of them all. Even more recently, my thoughts have been even less pleasant, and far less patient. A single sentence can so easily be validated to oneself when born from the mind of one who is terrified for the safety of their loved ones, and who's moral Compass prioritizes individual freedom and happiness, those being near verbatim of the first amendment of the american bill of rights, over ethics concerning the value of human life.

A single sentence. Wouldn't it be easier if they all would just die?

It was when I really thought of that question, hard, that something occurred. They're thinking the exact same thing -- its literally the nazi modus operandj. It makes sense, when your thoughts are turned towards the consequences of inaction for historical groups victimized by larger, stronger groups, radicalized by idiocy and fear.

So I have a solution. An amendment of my own, to a sentence that is incredibly dangerous. An attempt at maintaining some amount of goodness.

There is a small group of very powerful men coalescing power by inciting violence against a small group. This is not a subtle thing, however they are not picking up guns themselves. They are inciting a very large, very afraid, very foolish population to carry their weapons for them. You as a member or ally of this small population will accomplish ***nothing*** by going out of your way to hurt a member of this incited group, except endangering outers.

Wanna stop nazis? Kill the ones on TV. The snake writhes and dies without its head.

[volivolition]

ok so. just curious but omg what are your favourite Unus Annus moments/quotes?

We rewatch compilation vids of unus annus vids alllll the time because Fuck we miss it so much BFNDSNDNDJS and some that have gotten burnt into our head recently areee:

Like that Whole first video with the sex toys. but especially the part where a guy just shows up at Mark's door and they're in fucking bdsm gear and cat ears eating breakfast FHDJXJDJD

The video with them making a sensory deprivation tank. "Mark, what's the main ingredients in sensorary deprivation tanker?" lives rent free in our head tbh we quote that so much. Same with that bit where Ethan accidentally unplugs the tub lmao "WHere's the drain??" ".... By your feet." ".... What do I do with it :)?"

This one's like HARD to find in compilation vids but I swear at one point Ethan was doing something with a knife and Mark was like, verbatim, "If you cut me I bleed oooouuutttt :)!!!" And the AMOUNT OF TIMES WE QUOTE THAT ONE. IS SO MUCH AUSJSJSJSDJXJXJDJ

Other moments that live in our brain rent free include but r not limited to That time Ethan was singing Mark's songs in the car ("I don't gonna VOOOOOOOTE"), That time Ethan started singing fuckin Eminem out of nowhere, and the egg toss scene where Mark threatens to kill Ethan (THIS one we can find a video of easily here it is). Oh also that one bit where Ethan was fucking.... Just talking nonsense which narrows it down very little actually. but he was saying shit like "Have You Ever Been Bitten by a Frog? Have you ever been bitten by a Log? Have you ever been bitten by a Dog? Have you ever been bitten,,, By The Fog??" that scene fucking kills us FJFJDJDJFJD

-Anti/Tulip

HI HELLO!! (this is a month old im so sorry hkjh) I ALSO MISS IT HKJGH it was such a good concept, i love the meaningfulness of life and death behind the channel, contrasted with the silliest fuckin videos imaginable, i thought it was so fun?? let's try new things! let's be weird and wild EVERYDAY!! it doesn't need to be complex, we can just shoot the shit because theres still worth in the mundane moments, and our time on earth is limited anddd my god i think its so nice hgkjh <33

THE FIRST VIDEO IS SO FUCKING ICONIC HJHGKF to think of making breakfast with sex toys in the first place, the execution, the GUY WHO SHOWS UP AND THEIR FUCKING PANIC THATS SO FUNNY HKJHG

QUOTES YOU CAN HEAR AS YOU READ THEM KJHGG, "Mark, what's the main ingredient! In sepfruary desperation tanker :)" unplugging the tub like, Ethan oh no hkjhg… Ethan noooo…

i don't think i remember that one but my god hkjhg i will bleed ooooouuuttttt :)!!

I LOVE THE SINGING IT'S DEAR TO ME hkjg suddenly just "TOAST!" in the middle of the lyrics like HGKJH I DON'T THINK THATS RIGHT BUT I HAVENT DONE ENOUGH OF HEIST TO DISPUTE IT HKGJH

"knees weak, arms are heavy, mom's spaghetti... HES NERVOUS,,!!!!"

"I get to kill you now!! I'm going to kill you!! :)" HAKJSH THE THREATENING AURA...

I KNOW THAT LAST ETHAN QUOTE BUT I DONT REMEMBER FROM WHICH VIDEO HKJHG but i know the exact intonation he's saying it in hkjhg

personally enjoyed like, basically every time they sang, and also like. so many ethan moments hkjh i was an unus for real <33

i was still singing the disclaimer song for like, MONTHS after unus annus ended hkjh "Don't try this at home~ If you do you might dieee~!!" and the dance of italy still makes me laugh and the drive to camp with vocal warm ups were REALLY FUN, reminds me of my choir days <33 also "diggin my friend a grave~!! DIGGIN MY FRIEND A GRAVE~!!!!!!"

THE DRUM DATE DO YALL REMEMBER THE DRUM DATE?? theres a point where it actually sounds surprisingly good and im INCREDIBLY FOND OF THEM JAMMING OUT hfhj

this clip of ethan in the hot tub burbling is me whenever im in ANY water source ever hfjgj

im also fond of the real sensory deprivation tank experience, that was really fun getting to see the real deal compared to the. bathtub hkjhg

"Siri, call us daddy." "I couldn't find a father in your contacts" [TWIN LOOKS OF AGHAST SHOCK] FUCKGIJGN????? OH MY GOD... FUCK, MAN HGKJH

"a ski... skee... skipple... skiiiir... skirtle... skrittle... A SKITTLE!! no wait..." <- BIG FUCKIN MOOD HKGJH

i think the last video (other than the stream) that i rewatched from them was Ethan Teaches Gymnastics because i really do love just Ethan showing off all the moves he knows. COMPETENT GYMNAST!! THE BACKFLIP GUY HKJGH <333 the part where ethan talks about having to see how many fingers his instructor was holding up and mark flipping him off was really funny to me hgkjh that video holds a place in my heart hkjgh

ohhh theres probably so much more but these are what i remember hkjh <33 thank you for asking this, and thank you for sharing your favorites too hehehe!!! :3 <33 <22 i love reminiscing about this, i miss this channel jhkjgh <333 memento mori!!! :D