#no one's impervious

[calzonepizza]

Akechi wouldnt miss though.

[bumblingbabooshka]

When the only person who might understand what happened- understand. Not sympathize or empathize or comfort you but understand what happened, isn't there anymore. Or: 'A Man Made Me Do Something I Didn't Want To', for when you can't talk about it or look it in the eye [Patreon | Commissions]

[vaguely-concerned]

Thinking about the symbolic weight of smoking in the TLT universe that comes to the fore in The Unwanted Guest -- the way it moves through from person to person: Pyrrha smoked, and Augustine wanted to impress her in all her stone cold fox MILF James Bond glory (and tbf who wouldn't) so he started too. and even though as far as he knows she's been gone for a myriad and is never coming back, he keeps the habit. Ianthe sees something in the hollowed-out Faberge eggshell of Augustine that resonates with her, all that gilded eloquent emptiness and disdain through the ages, so she picked it up from him to try to emulate it. She picked it up so hard that Palamedes -- the exact spiritual antithesis of the 'smoking! on a space station! what a powermove' ennui Ianthe so admired -- spontaneously unnerded enough to even known how to, simply from a sort of contact contamination of the soul.

G1deon and Augustine sharing a jittery smoke after their near-Harrow experience during soup night, and it's the closest thing to any real sense of brotherhood that remains between them. Pyrrha going ten thousand years dying both literally and for a smoke (and then Camilla sold her fucking cigarettes (for a third of what they were worth, probably Pyrrha's own good, and also more importantly grocery money). what an entirely haunted time to be alive etc.). Augustine and Mercy trading a cigarette back and forth in the middle of their collusion over the love and murder of god.

An act of small and measured self-destruction in the name of something a little bit like connection when you're stuck somewhere in yourself where love itself dares not or cannot tread (ritualized, transmissible)..........

[llycaons]

kills me to see homophobic lqr in fics. his favorite nephew ran off with a heretic and got married to him and came back MONTHS later like 'we're in love 😊 we still live here btw' and he was like. alright 😔 come to the banquet as husbands then. not enthusiastic bc he doesn't like wwx but not homophobic!!!

[blackberrysummerblog]

Somewhat More than Six Sentence Sunday!

Thanks so much for the tags this morning, @nightimedreamersworld and @larkral! I really appreciate everyone who’s been tagging me the past couple of weeks—I love seeing what everyone’s been writing and creating!

This is an unasked-for sequel to Monsters Under the Bed, the one and only fic I managed for COC this year 😬. If you read it, you know it ended on a surprisingly high note after Simon blew Baz’s side of the room up, and in this snippet he’s hard at work scrubbing it down. Baz is hard at work ogling him:

Snow’s working on the walls right now—I pointed out that scrubbing the floors only to pour dirty water down onto them again was a fool’s errand, and for once he seems to be listening. He’s been in shockingly high spirits in spite of the mess and destruction. We put in a request with Housing for a new bed, but with the influx of new students, we’re last on the list. (I also suspect that after putting up with our shenanigans for the past seven years, the beleaguered Mrs. Smickley would have Snow and I last on her list regardless.)(This is unfortunately not the first piece of furniture she’s had to replace in our room.) At any rate, I’ve spent the last two nights blissfully curled up in Snow’s bed, surrounded by the scent of him if not his physical presence. Snow has slept on the floor and, to his credit, has made no complaint, although I did notice he seemed a little creaky on the way to the en suite this morning.

He’s going to be the death of me. I always knew he would be, but somehow I’d imagined a more bloody, dramatic end in battle, not the ignominious case of vapors I’m afflicted with every time he stretches up to reach a corner of the ceiling and lets his shirt rise up above his waistband.

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[zooophagous]

Egon is bound and determined to piss me off lately. He randomly decided he's afraid of his crate, but when out of the crate has also decided that he's no longer potty trained. He has an accident a bare minimum of once a day regardless of how often he goes out. He was wearing belly bands but figured out how to get them off and eat them. The veterinarian has so far discovered nothing medically amiss with him.

He also brute forced himself into off limits areas, broke the door stop and gorged himself on human food.

He's a sweet dog but I swear to God he is the single dumbest dog I've ever met and seems actively resistant to learning manners even with professional guidance.

The plan now is to put him in dog diapers and put a onsie over it so he can't rip it off and he's going to sit there like a human toddler and fucking take it.

[jojossillywalk]

the problem with my ocs is that the worldbuilding isnt a vehicle for them,,they are a vehicle for the 90 year economic agricultural decline of a fantasy nation due to a rock shortage. there is 5 sentences worth of some gay people and their very unique armor. back to rocks-

[the-ardent-dilettante]

🛌 and 🧍‍♂️ for the ask game!

Ohohohoho

Sleep schedule - as terrible as mine, except he's an OC so I can (sidebar - good grief I need to go to bed instantly. how did it get this late) do what I want and that very much includes wish fulfillment so he only needs around six hours to be fully functional which very much takes the sting out of losing track of time and accidentally staying up far too late. He also goes to a lot of parties (fully canon - I swear I draw the polite invitation card four or five times a week and that's not one I ever dismiss) and that of course does not help.

As you know I haven't been playing for all that long (I checked and my account was made 7 September 2023 at 11pm) so I haven't experienced any of the seasonal stuff apart from Hallowmass (wonderful) and now Christmas (also wonderful) so my answer for this might change once I've seen a full year, but I think the Capricious Socialite can be persuaded to your side through a storylet in Veilgarden (similar to the Blemmigan Tourist?) if you have Magnanimous of at least 6 (and maybe name signed with a flourish 4?), giving +8 Persuasive; +1 Respectable; and increasing Scandal build up. You would then be able to upgrade him to a Spouse during the Feast of the Rose, where he would give +2 Persuasive. He would also give extra options at parties and the occasional interaction with society or bohemian factions.

[snixx]

did nadia finally corrup you 😔😔😔

she did months back behen keep up. ijbol

[bumblingbabooshka]

Concept: Vulcan siblings trying to make each other laugh but for the express purpose of training themselves/each other not to laugh at things they find funny. Some new-age parents also do this with their children but others think it’s too undignified a way to learn control from an elder and should be left to peer groups.

[ragedagainst]

she's stripped down to her nightgown, a mere slip of a thing barely clinging to eliza's shoulders as she sits on the bed beside jyn - they've done well enough for themselves recently, splurging on an actual hotel room for the night is treat enough. it's simple: the fireplace burning at the edge of the bed keeps eliza's toes warm, and her hand finds jyn's as she smiles sheepishly. the quiet shared between them is broken by the small pleading, "you can take your coat off, you know - we're safe in here." relatively. though, as if to further persuade the other woman, the lean in is slow as eliza's lips find jyn's - her palm cradles her chin, and she presses a kiss directly on her lips & just off to the corner of her mouth. "just ... relax with me." (from @dsrtrose hehe)

privacy is rare these days –– jyn can't remember the last time she and eliza'd had a moment to themselves without the constant possibility of someone from the gang ruining the moment. ( the last time it'd happened, she'd seriously considering shooting someone, alliances be damned. ) buying a hotel room for the night had been a necessary splurge. with how things are going lately, the increasingly wild schemes dutch has been coming up with. . .a distraction is very much needed, if only to get her mind off of what feels like the decline of their wild band of outlaws.

but a night off doesn't mean her instincts have magically disappeared. jyn's cleared the room, double and triple-checked the locks on the door and windows, and made sure that they have multiple paths to an exit before she allows eliza to draw her into a kiss. when she pulls back, her eyes darken at the sight of eliza's nightgown and the way it just barely covers her skin. they'll never be fully safe with the life they lead, but eliza's right -- they're as safe as they can be for the night.

she pulls eliza in for another kiss, hands sliding down her back until they rest on her hips. at the other woman's request, she reluctantly pulls away and unceremoniously drops her coat to the floor without a second thought ; it's barely hit the floorboards before her attention moves elsewhere : namely, the junction of skin between eliza's jawline and neck. " would much rather focus on you, " she murmurs against her skin, rucking up eliza's skirt ever so slightly as she runs her hands down the other woman's sides. " you get all dolled up just for me ? "

@dsrtrose

[hyliasblade]

//EXCEPT I'M NOT GONNA PISS ON HYRULE. I'M GOING HIGHER. I'M PISSING ON THE SACRED REALM! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT HYLIA? I PISSED ON THE SACRED REALM YOU IDIOT

[cartoonscientist]

call me a hippie dippie bleeding heart socialist but I think if we’re willing to try assisted suicide to deal with mental illness without trying just giving people money so they don’t have to work first, I think that’s kind of evil. but that’s just me.

[vimesbootstheory]

Watching the first episode of fallout, oh my god I loooove it so far, it is so thoroughly my jam

[the-composer]

Joshua Kiryu is a glorified sewer rat

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

[stillresolved]

tomorrow (today after i wake up): headcanons for aeri's modern verse