#oh… right… because of several reasons

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

Sentence Game - Subby Rolan in Rut

Alright folks, we have our winner! 18 sentences of rut porn, coming right up. I promise that finishing this story is top priority for this month!

Below the cut, for obvious reasons.

‘One last question, before I take you. Have you ever been fucked in rut before? Have you ever had a mate before?’

‘No!’ Rolan groans. ‘No - I have never -'

‘Good,’ you interrupt. ‘Because you’re mine.’ Reaching down, you press the head of his cock to your soaked cunt - and then you lean close, to growl in his ear as you take him. ‘You’re mine - voco vinae -'

‘Ahhhh!’

The vines whip his wrists down, his ankles too, and though you fuck him like this often, Rolan looks at you with a new, wild surprise in his eyes.

‘Zurgan - it feels - ah - oh! -’

‘Mmm?’ you gasp encouragingly, already losing your breath as you ride him - though not as fast as he is losing his.

Back arching, he curses you; curses rut, curses this wretched heat within, this need, this fever, this -

‘Oh, Gods!’ he shouts, and cries out your name as he comes. You smile, and then you cry out yourself, because suddenly you feel it pressing hard against the walls of your cunt. The knot - he wasn’t exaggerating, you are beyond full, pushed suddenly to the edge of pain, and it is only with steady, careful deep breaths that you master the sensation, allow yourself to stretch around him until comfort returns and with the briefest touch to your clit you come in spasms on Rolan’s cock.

It takes several moments for Rolan’s golden irises to unroll from his eyelids, and far longer for the words to gather back on his tongue.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

to the past, with love (and glitter!)

★ mullet!stan & dipper & mabel. based on the episode “the time traveler’s pig” (s1ep9)

there are a lot of ways to mess up time travel! you can, for example, go too far back and get eaten by a dinosaur. or too far forward and see the singularity when robots overthrow humanity (Dipper’s fear). or worse, you can land smack dab in the middle of your own grunkle’s life. . . before he even became your grunkle

there were a lot of things Dipper was prepared for when he woke up this morning. fighting gnomes? sure. dealing with Stan’s weird scam-of-the-week? totally. getting dunked on by Mabel for being a huge nerd? unfortunately, yes.

what he wasn't prepared for was that the Blending Blanding's time machine would throw him back several decades into the past. . .

they don’t mean to mess up the timeline. well. Dipper doesn’t. Mabel is like 60% on board with it, because time travel is fun! and she’s already accepted the fact that messing with the past is basically inevitable

“well,” Mabel said, dusting herself off as she stood up. “that happened.”

Dipper groaned, pulling himself out of a pile of garbage bags. “yeah. thanks, Mabel, for tackling me while i was holding the most fragile piece of technology in the universe!”

“excuse you, i was trying to stop you! so really, this is all on you, mister i-think-i’m-so-smart!”

Dipper opened his mouth to argue, but then he actually looked around and— oh. oh, no! oh no no no no! this wasn’t the Gravity Falls they knew.

they were near the Mystery Shack, but. . . it didn't felt right at all. it was scrappier and messier than usual. instead of looking like a wildly successful tourist trap, it looked like someone had just slapped a sign onto a creepy old house and hoped for the best

Mabel popped up beside him, a grin splitting her face. “let’s do it again!” as she tried to steal time machine from her brother's hands

“do what again?” a gruff voice barked. before either of them could panic properly, the shack’s front door slammed open.

Dipper had exactly 0.5 seconds to process this before Mabel screamed an excited. “OH. MY. GLOB.” before clutching on Dipper's shoulders, shaking him like crazy. “DIPPER, LOOK AT HIS HAIR. LOOK AT HIS HAIR RIGHT NOW. LOOK AT IT.”

Dipper did not, in fact, needed to look at it. his brain was already in overdrive because oh no. oh no! they’ve gone way too far back!

“. . . oh boy,” Dipper whispered in fear. “Mabel, i think we just traveled back to the eighties.”

“hey! who the hell are you two and why are you screaming on my porch?” holy crap. their grunkle Stan! but. . . not. this Stan was younger, his face had fewer wrinkles and somehow his nose looked less like it had been broken five times, and oh god, Mabel is absolutely right, his hair!

Mabel was losing it. “YOUR HAIR. YOUR LUXURIOUS, BEAUTIFUL HAIR. CAN I TOUCH IT?!” and without Stanley's response, she lunged.

“Mabel, NO—“ but it was too late as she grabbed the mullet with both hands and started petting it.

“oh my GOSH, it’s SO SOFT. IT’S LIKE PETTING A DREAM.”

Dipper, ever the voice of reason, nervously gripped the time machine. “we shouldn’t be here, we shouldn’t be here.” but before he could get it working, because of squeezing on it too tight, something snapped under his fingers and a very small, very important piece of the machine rolled right into a crack in the floorboards. Dipper panicked.

Stanley flailed backwards, nearly knocking over a rack of off-brand Mystery Shack merch. “HEY, HEY, HANDS OFF THE GOODS, KID! KID!”

Mabel ignored him, still enraptured. “it’s so full-bodied. so wavy. Dipper, this is like- this is like a perfectly made pancake, but made of hair!”

“i— i don’t even know what that means,” Dipper said weakly, still trying to reboot his brain from the horror of whatever this situation was.

Stan rubbed his temples. “listen, unless you two are here to buy something, get lost. i don’t do babysitting.”

“okay, first of all, rude,” Mabel huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “second of all, we are time travelers from the future! we can totally tell you your future! in fact,” she elbowed Dipper in the ribs making him groan in pain. “bro, tell him something cool! but not anything that’ll mess up the timeline, like the butterfly effect or whatever.”

“Mabel, literally everything we could say would mess up the timeline—“

Stan stared at them meanwhile. then he burst out laughing. “pffft— HA! oh, man. time travelers? that’s a new one. that’s some grade-A sci-fi geek nonsense right there. sixer would have loved it!” he wiped a tear from his eye. “you kids crack me up.”

“just tell him something small! like, um, he gets. . . even richer in the future!” Mabel threw up her hands in excitement.

Stan immediately perked up. “oh yeah?”

“uhhh, yep,” Dipper said weakly, avoiding eye contact. “definitely. totally. you, uh, you make tons of money. so much money.”

“alright, you kids talk weird. plus, ive never seen you around here before. you’re not from town, are ya?”

oh, this was bad. this was really bad. if Stan got too suspicious, they’d be in huge trouble.

“uhhh,” Dipper said, scrambling for a cover story. “we’re, um, lost. we’re just two normal, average, completely inconspicuous children! yeah!” he was trying very hard not to freak out because oh god they were literally talking to Stan before he was grunkle Stan.

Mabel was staring at Stan's hair all the time with very wide smile and that made him pretty uncomfortable “kid? hey, kid, stop drooling at my hair. it’s weird.”

“how do you get it so fluffy,” she whispered in pure awe with her pupils dilated.

Stanley ran a hand through his glorious locks, looking smug. “it’s called not wasting money on shampoo. just the rain, kid.”

***

Stan was very much done with these weird time kids. his hair had been fluffed, styled and glitter bombed. his red jacket was now covered in rhinestones. but worst of all, they had somehow managed to charm him. and if one day, he had a niece with enough sparkle to fill a thousand sequins, maybe he wouldn’t be so bad at the whole family thing after all.

Mabel had been telling him about all the ways he could make “big bucks” in the future, mainly by selling even worse bootleg merch, which he had to admit was genius.

“and guess what? your shack becomes the best tourist trap ever! people come from all over to see your weird stuff.”

Stan’s eyes lit up with a mix of greed and hope. “you don’t say. maybe you kids aren’t so useless after all.”

“yup! and you’re a total legend!” Mabel gushed and Dipper shot her a warning look.

“Mabel, maybe we shouldn’t—“

“nah, tell me more, i like this kid,” Stan interrupted. “how do i do it? what’s my secret?”

“uhhh, hard work?” Mabel tried and Dipper gave her a thumbs up for the safe answer.

“and um, believing in yourself?” Dipper added, though he knew present-day Stan would probably gag at that advice.

Stan laughed. “believe in myself, huh? easier said than done. not like i got anyone else to believe in me.”

Mabel’s heart twisted a little. she reached out and patted Stan’s arm. “well, we believe in you. and you’re gonna do great things. pinky promise!”

Dipper, however, was acting weird, too suspicious, always stuttering, sweating and Stan was no fool. he could smell a kid with secrets from a mile away.

“so,” he said, watching Dipper fidget. “spill it, kid.”

Dipper froze. “s-spill what?”

“whatever’s making you look like a kid who’s about to confess to breaking a window.”

Dipper gulped. “. . . okay, hypothetically speaking, if we did know something big about your future, would you want to hear it?”

Stan frowned, trying to keep his face emotionless. “d-depends.” he stuttered and immediately hated himself for it. “is it about my brother?”

the whole shack went silent. Dipper and Mabel exchanged glances, both wide eyed and shocked.

what?

[shawtylex09]

⋆˙⟡ Wishing. Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 5/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing (it’s Bakugou, obv), 3A Bakugou, post war, angst, pessimism, friends with benefits relationship, sexual mentions/actions.

Minors DNI

Enjoy pookies ✧˖°.

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Nsfw under the cut!

The sound of the bed under you filled your senses, the lewd slapping sound of skin on skin making your stomach churn. You arched your back as your classmate, Katsuki Bakugou, relentlessly slammed into your body, over and over and over.

His grunts mixed with your whiny moans, your nails digging into his shoulders and your legs pressed wide open for the blonde. “Fuck- Bakugou- oh god I’m so close-“ you threw your head back as a moan of pure ecstasy shot through the air of his old childhood bedroom.

“Me too, just hold on” he growled through gritted teeth, a low groan slipping passed his lips as his body lurched against yours.

Lust was a dangerous emotion, if you could even call it that.

However, the consequences of it seemed less scary than love, or at least that’s what you always told yourself.

Ever since middle school- hell, ever since you were little, you’d been told not to wear revealing clothes, not to spread your legs when sitting, not to let a boy too close, because all he wanted to do was get into your pants.

That was then though, back before you’d let yourself go. Back before you encountered an entire fucking war.

Stress, anger, frustration, anxiety, fear, depression. All of these emotions ran high through the one and only class A, a lot of the members suffering PTSD or varying other disorders thanks to the gruesome experiences that they endured thanks to the Paranormal Liberation Front.

That was no different for yourself.

You’d always been a bit of a train wreck anyway, so the emotions weren’t exactly new to you, but sometimes you just felt everything at once, and felt nothing at all.

“Bakugou! Bakugou!” You cried out, your legs trembling violently as you came for the third time, Bakugous teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark purple-ish red marks that would no doubt be there the next day.

“Shut up” he growled against your skin, dragging his tongue over the bite mark he left you “you love this, and you know it, whore” and he wasn’t wrong.

Some sick part of you loved the pain from the biting, from his harsh words. It was Bakugou, you were used to it, it was grounding. The pain made you realize you were alive, mixing with that pleasure and creating a very addictive mixture.

Those negative emotions that usually got so pent up, that, not even sparring with someone built for endurance and to take a beating like Kirishima, could quell them away. That was scary for several reasons.

Having heavy emotions weighing on your heart like that was dangerous, after all, weren’t villains forged from broken people? Didn’t pain break people?

So having the physical pain to snap you out of the cloud of emotions and trauma was..reliving, and you knew Bakugou felt the same. He always encouraged biting, or scratching during sex. Was it masochistic? Probably. Did either of you care? Not really.

You two never took it too far though, and you both had a clear understanding of your limits when you set up your arrangement in the first place.

“Fuck-“ Bakugou panted heavily, looking down at the mess of you he’d made in his sheets. You both were sweaty, dark marks lining your neck and his shoulders. Your eyes were half lidded and watery, your jaw slack as you tried to catch your breath “that..was amazing..” you muttered breathlessly. Bakugou huffed and rolled his eyes “I know, moron.”

Ah right. Your arrangement.

You and Bakugou had established a mutual, physical relationship, one to ‘relieve stress.’ It was Bakugou who actually suggested it originally. He’d been extra angry, and not even Kirishima could get him to open up. Not that there was anything to talk about anyway. He was dealing with the aftermath of the war like everyone else, his method just affected other people in its execution.

You agreed, but for all the wrong reasons.

You needed the stress relief, sure, but there were deeper reasons, reasons that killed you.

The blonde had a softened a part of your cold heart you never figured could be softened, especially not by someone as prickly as him. But it was those rare moments of quiet with him, how considerate he was, how strong and devoted he was, how he’d grown and changed over the years.

You were in love with someone, who saw you as nothing more than a physical relief for himself.

Of course you knew there was more to it than that, but you dumbed it down to that extent to try and use it as snuff for the ember of love in your heart.

Love.

What a scary thought.

You sighed as the hot water of Bakugou’s fancy shower slowly slid down your body, his presence behind you, silently rubbing your skin clean with a washcloth. His hands were gently and firm. Callouses and a few scars littered his hands and arms, not looking horribly different from your tattered body.

You angled your head back as Bakugou carefully kneaded your shoulders, rubbing out the knots he’d put in place with his rough treatment of you, making sure not you touch any of the bite marks or hickeys he’d left on your skin.

It always felt amazing to have Bakugous hands on your skin, and his motions of gently kneading your tender breasts was incredibly soothing. You leaned back against him and let out a soft sigh, your eyes closing as he gently palmed your chest, being careful and tender with your body.

Despite what you thought about Bakugou, the truth was actually pretty different. Sure, Bakugou was hotheaded and incredibly brash, often raising his voice to anyone who pissed him off, no matter the status or position, you knew that. But you also knew a different side of him, the other part that was more soft, that he rarely ever showed, but sometimes you caught glimpses of.

The side that made you breakfast when you two had a long night, the side that cleaned your sore body in the shower, no words being shared between you. There didn’t need to be.

You got to see the side of him no one else did, but you were caught up in your delusional state of denial, partially because Bakugou had said he wanted no feelings attached to this arrangement, so why would he go back on that?

Your body slowly melted into the sheets as he placed you down on his bed, the pillows and blankets feeling amazing against your body. You didn’t even open your eyes as you felt Bakugou get into bed with you, pressing his chest against your back and closing any distance between you with his warm form.

A sigh escaped you and you closed your eyes, allowing him to spoon you from behind.

While you were wishing he loved you, he was wishing you saw how he expressed his love for you.

Two souls scared to be hurt.

It was unoriginal and the both of you knew it.

You were both too scared to be hurt again, and yet even as you laid in each others’ arms, you were both still in pain.

Ironic.

Blame it on the lust, blame it on the trauma, whatever floats your boat. But one thing is for sure.

The two of you were in way over your heads when it came to this love thing, and in even deeper with your ‘friend with benefits’ that neither of you were satisfied with.

Just..

Complacent.

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Hello !! Sorry about the angsty piece, I was feeling the groove of the hopeless romantics and pessimism. I’m sorry if it feels a little off, I don’t think I’ve written for Bakugou ever, but I think I’ll read some fics and make a part two to this. Goodnight loves, drink some water and get some sleep.

~ Lex

[sturnioloarch1ves]

defence line

inspired by this clip: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT2MdmScD/

The cold bit at Matt’s skin as he skated onto the ice, helmet tucked under his arm, jaw clenched. The arena lights were bright, reflecting off the freshly resurfaced rink, but he wasn’t paying attention to any of that. His eyes flickered to the other end of the ice—where she was stretching near the boards, rolling her shoulders like she was preparing for war.

It sure as hell felt like it.

She was the only girl on the team, the other half of their defensive line. And for some reason, every striker on the opposing teams had decided she was their favorite target. Maybe they thought she was an easy hit. Maybe they just wanted to see if she could take it. Either way, Matt was done watching it happen.

He pulled on his helmet, tightening the strap as the ref blew the whistle.

"Alright, Matty," Nick chirped from the bench, smirking. "Let’s see if you can make it through this game without ending up in the box."

Matt ignored him, tapping his stick against the ice. The second the puck dropped, the other team’s forwards exploded forward, and just like clockwork, one of them—number 12—set his sights on her.

Nope. Not today.

Matt skated hard, cutting off the angle before 12 could line up his hit. The guy barely had time to react before Matt shoved him hard into the boards. The whistle blew immediately.

"Come on, man!" The guy groaned, picking himself up off the ice.

"Play’s dead," the ref said, already signaling the penalty.

Matt lifted his stick in mock innocence. "What? Just playing defense."

She shot him a look as he skated toward the box, frustration flickering in her eyes.

"Seriously?" she hissed as he passed her.

Matt just shrugged. "Looked like he was about to hit you. Thought I’d get there first."

She rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. Maybe she was used to it by now.

Nick, from the bench, just let out a laugh. "Dude, you’re gonna spend more time in the penalty box than on the ice at this rate."

Matt ignored him. Because the thing was—he didn’t care how many penalties he racked up.

No one was touching her while he was on the ice.

The penalty box wasn’t unfamiliar territory, and as he sat down, arms crossed over his chest, he could hear the ref calling out the infraction. He wasn’t even listening—his eyes were glued back on the ice. The second he was out, he was making damn sure they kept their distance.

She moved smoothly across the ice, clearing the puck from their zone with practiced ease, but the moment she regained possession, another forward went after her. Matt’s jaw clenched as she narrowly dodged the hit, her blade slicing through the ice as she twisted out of reach. But he saw it—the smirk on the other guy’s face, the way he skated after her just a little too aggressively.

Matt’s fingers tightened around his stick. That wasn’t going to fly.

The second his penalty expired, he was back in the game, skating hard to cut the guy off. He timed it perfectly—right before the guy could get near her, Matt dropped his shoulder and sent him sprawling onto the ice. The hit was clean, but it was forceful, and the guy slid for several feet before coming to a stop. The ref’s whistle echoed through the arena.

"Oh, come on!" Matt groaned, throwing his hands up.

"Are you serious? That was textbook!" someone from the bench yelled.

The ref wasn’t having it. "Two minutes, roughing!"

She skated past him as he made his way to the box, shaking her head. "You’re impossible."

Matt smirked. "And yet, still your favorite defensive partner."

She scoffed, but he caught the ghost of a smile before she turned away.

Nick just laughed as Matt took his seat in the box again. "Dude, at this rate, you might as well set up a permanent residence in there."

Matt rolled his eyes, but deep down, he knew he wouldn’t stop.

If they wanted to go after her, they’d have to go through him first.

[deconstructthesoup]

Some various and sundry Aguefort headcanons:

-After Jace gets fired (read: bodied and arrested), everyone kind of has the realization that, oh, hey, not teaching your sorcery students how to use their powers because "sorcery's innate so there's nothing I can teach" is actually hella dangerous and produces sorcerers who can easily lose control over their incredibly volatile powers (there's a reason that there has not been a single Wild Magic sorcerer who's made it to graduation since Jace became the sorcery teacher), and they end up hiring a teacher whose ethos is "you must learn to make yourself the master of your magic, or it will become the master of you." Xir name is Mothwood Khalazza, xe's a drow Aberrant Mind sorcerer, and xe quickly gains a reputation as the most interesting teacher at Aguefort. Mothwood smokes with Eugenia on weekends.

-Since warlocks, sorcerers, and clerics know what their subclass is right from level 1, they are allowed to apply for an MCAT right from the get-go---like, you could enter Aguefort as a level 1 cleric and immediately sign up for fighter classes, that sort of thing. With every other class, you can only apply for an MCAT once you've got your subclass under your belt.

-The debate team is a collection of Eloquence bards, Mastermind rogues, Enchantment wizards, and Knowledge clerics who are encouraged to use their arguments as verbal components of spells, resulting in a debate that is filled with elegantly-delivered spellcraft. Whichever team manages to drop the other team to 0 HP wins the debate.

-Jumping up on that---and inspired by some worldbuilding in my home game, suggested by one of my players---for senior year both at Aguefort and at the several adventuring colleges out there, you have to write a thesis and defend it to your teachers, while you are also engaged in combat with them. The fight ends when one of you is dropped, or when an argument or rebuttal is delivered (followed by a spell or a strike, of course) that the other person can't come up with a response to.

-Druid students and ranger students aren't taught in a classroom, but are instead given lessons entirely in the Far Haven Woods. While druid lessons are way more focused on becoming one with nature, learning how to respect it, and essentially befriending nature in order to work with it, ranger lessons are about surviving in spite of nature, about roughing it in the most dangerous parts of the untouched world, about harnessing beasts to your will. (This is mostly based on my interpretation of the difference between druids and rangers, since it's... very tricky to actually put into words. A new edition's out and rangers still need a serious class update, swear to god.)

-There are actually four bard teachers at Aguefort---Lucilla obviously teaches songwriting and music composition and Terpsichore teaches dance, but there's also a bard teacher who specializes in speech and debate (who heads up the debate team and mock trial, of course), and a bard teacher who specializes in storytelling and gathering knowledge. The speech and debate teacher is, in fact, an actual archfey who used to oversee contracts made between mortals and his kind, met Principal Aguefort, hit it off with him, and decided that teaching sounded way more exciting than endless Feywild bureaucracy. (The storytelling teacher's a human, and they've got a whole goth-academic thing going on.)

-While the theater kids are all very much respected and treasured, it is an unspoken secret that the techies have their own secret society, and every night the actors are performing, the techies not only have to keep the show running, but they have to defeat monsters that are trapped in the auditorium and seek to destroy the beautiful energy that is brought to life during live stage performances. It's universally agreed that being a techie is twice as hard as being an actor, and you have to jump through a lot of hoops before you can become accepted as one of them. (Yes, I did read the Backstagers comics in middle school, what of it?)

[catboygirljoker]

in a recent ask game i got a question about something xigbar has done that i cant get over. well. this is my answer.

[Video ID: A cutscene from 358/2 Days for DS, with high-resolution models. Roxas unsummons his keyblade and says, "Mission accomplished. Xigbar looks up and says, "Or is it?" Roxas says "Huh? Oh, come on, quit playing ar—" Xigbar shoves Roxas away, then jumps out of frame to avoid an attack by an off-screen Heartless. Roxas says, "Whoa!" end ID.]

this one moment is so important to how i think about Xigbar's characterization, in this game, in every game, that i feel the need to. write an entire essay about it lmao

The context here is that Roxas is sent to rendezvous with Xigbar in Halloweentown to destroy a giant Heartless. Just before a fight with a distinctly medium-sized Heartless, Roxas says, "Looks giant enough to me!" and Xigbar laughs and says, "Right. Just keep your head on straight." This cutscene immediately follows that.

After the actual boss fight, Roxas is mad that Xigbar let him think the other Heartless was their target, and Xigbar's like "well you learned a valuable lesson, and I did tell you to keep your head on straight." So there's the moral of the story. Roxas nearly got hurt because he jumped to conclusions and let his guard down.

But if that was the point...why did Xigbar shove Roxas out of the way of the attack, evidently narrowly avoiding getting hit himself? If the story of the mission was Roxas learning this lesson, wouldn't it be scarier and more dramatic if he'd gotten hurt? If Xigbar wanted to show Roxas some tough love, wouldnt he have let Roxas get hurt? What is the game trying to communicate about Xigbar in this scene?

It's not that it'd be tonally inappropriate; the game is absolutely willing to have other characters directly hurt Roxas in order to teach him things. In Lexaeus's mission, when he teaches Roxas about Limit Breaks, he seriously hurts Roxas to get his health low enough to use a Limit Break. At the end of that mission, Lexaeus tells Roxas that the only person he can trust is himself—I think implying that this was another thing he was trying to teach Roxas when he hurt him. Not to mention the several characters who arguably treat Roxas worse. The game doesn't pull its punches when it comes to characters being cruel to him.

It's not like it'd be out of character for Xigbar to stand by and watch, either! Obviously in the broad scope of his character throughout the series, and also in this game specifically. Earlier in the story, he absolutely knows that Axel is going to survive his mission at Castle Oblivion—both from how he talks about it and from his secret reports. When Roxas assumes Axel is dead, Xigbar reminds him once or twice not to jump to conclusions, but after that, not only does he let Roxas believe that Axel is dead, he makes fun of Roxas for it—he tells him it doesn't matter if people died, says things are quieter with fewer people around. He's certainly willing to let Roxas get hurt.

I guess you could argue that maybe Xigbar needs Roxas alive for The Plan, either Xehanort's or the MoM's, but...this mission occurs less than a month before Xemnas says that it doesn't matter whether Roxas or Xion lives. Roxas isn't Ventus; he isn't himself a necessary part of the MoM's plan. He's also not Sora, and in fact him dying would probably just wake up Sora sooner. It doesn't seem like there'd be a pragmatic reason for Xigbar to risk his hide to save Roxas's.

So we're just left with this...thing. This one moment where Xigbar puts himself in direct danger to keep Roxas from getting hurt by his own dumbassery, for seemingly no reason. There are other little moments in this game that can be read as sincere attempts at support or encouragement of Roxas or Xion, but a lot of the time he comes across as, like, condescendingly overfamiliar, more annoying than genuinely supportive. There is no other moment that reads this much like an act of altruism and just an act of altruism.

The people who made this game made an intentional choice here. And I think a lot about what the scene might be meant to communicate.

...And then in BbS and 3 he goes back to seeming like a complete fucking jackass. But considering what we learn about Luxu later in the series—about his motivations, what he used to be like, what he's been through—I don't think this is an isolated out-of-character incident. It's just like...this one short glimpse through a crack in the facade, a hint that there is a lot more depth to him than we realize. What's in there, old man!!

ugghghgh his characterization in this game is so fascinating to me. getting to see him in a completely different context. the only time we see him interact with a teenager who he's allied with outside of Days is in 3. and that also occupies my brain day and night.

another very specific, intentional moment. the camera brings attention to it. what does it mean what does it all mean.....................

anyway. evil little league coach. my mind it swirls and spins.

[saurongorthaur9]

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My primary blorbo: Sauron from Lord of the Rings/Silmarillion/Rings of Power. I have loved Sauron since I first read the Silmarillion 22 years ago. I've always had a soft spot for villains and anti-heroes, and Sauron in my opinion is the best villain there is: manipulative, brilliant (but also a bit dumb - gotta love it), equal parts impressive, intimidating, and pathetic, complex motives and worldview, cruel, cunning, tragic, overdramatic, the whole shebang. I read about him song-dueling, defying lightning from God Himself, roleplaying an emissary of the Valar, and laughing his head off as he watches his intricately-laid plans coming to fruition and I was a goner. Rings of Power and Charlie Vickers have done nothing to dampen the fire.

My second blorbo: Lt Commander Data Soong from Star Trek: TNG. Oh Data, my cinnamon roll android, my beloved. Ironically, I love Data for many of the *opposite* reasons that I love Sauron. I love how utterly *good* Data is. He exudes all the positives of humanity: creativity, curiosity, honor, loyalty, bravery, friendship. Data was also key for me in realizing my own autism and embracing it as part of who I am.

My third blorbo: Dustfinger from the Inkheart trilogy. Dustfinger hit me like a lightning bolt the moment I first read about him when I was 17. He was exactly the sort of character I am weak for: a conflicted, tortured anti-hero who also has goodness buried deep deep inside. I also related to him strongly at that time in my life especially, as someone who felt like a constant outsider stuck in the wrong world.

My fourth blorbos (because they come in a set) Princess Marianne and the Bog King from Strange Magic. Oh my god, these two! My most beloved OTP. My punk rock fairy warrior princess and my awkward, grumpy, Scottish goblin king. These two are so dear to me, both of them outsiders who feel alone, who have both been severely hurt and struggle to trust, who find each other and are able to match each other's freak. I've always been a sucker for Beauty and the Beast and enemies to lovers, and these two hit me right in the feels.

My fifth blorbo: Loki from Norse Mythology/Runemarks/Marvel. I've never met an iteration of Loki that I didn't like, but my personal favorite is Loki from the Runemarks book series by Joanne Harris. I love him for many of the same reasons I love Dustfinger: conflicted anti-hero who maybe has a little bit of good buried deep, deep down if you are willing to dig for it. I've always been a sucker for trickster archetypes, and Loki is the ultimate folklore trickster for me.

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Thank you for the tags, my loves @milla-frenchy @tateypots @sunshineispunk @sawymredfox @schnarfer @joelmillerisapunk @bonezone44 @itwasntimethatdidit40 💞💞💞

I feel like I’m doing everything ages later these days, when everyone’s already done with a game. But better late than never, right?😅

I’ll start with my favourite Pedro boys😍

Don’t glare, Joel! You’re always my number one😁

Joel Miller. He’s not my first Pedro love (it was Din) but the biggest one for sure❤️ (52 fics prove my obsession😅) I think we all feel the same about him so I don’t need to explain why I love the man. I don’t wanna start crying🥺 He deserves everything best. The love of my life❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Din Djarin. He’s such a cunt lol but also soft, kind, brave, caring!! he’s the best dad🥹😍 His armor is super hot, his voice makes me weak but I lost my mind when he took his helmet off. He was so miserable and bloody, just my type🥺🥵 and Din brought me to fanfic so he’ll forever be in my heart🥹❤️‍🔥

Javi P. Do I even need to explain myself?🫠🫠🫠

Frankie Morales. When I need comfort, I write Frankie. My perfect teddy bear😍❤️

Tommy Miller. Gabriel Luna played him so well! he’s gorgeous and his kind eyes and sweet smile won my heart🥹❤️‍🔥

Dean, Sam, Cas. I put these three together because I love them equally (ok, I love Dean a liiiiittle bit more)❤️‍🔥

Jeff and Britta (Community) She’s a beautiful mess, he’s a lovable asshole, I wanna be their third❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Love Quinn (You) I love her so fn much! She’s passionate, she loves hard and just wants to be happy🥹 She’s never done anything wrong😤

Chandler Bing. What an amazing character! Desperately looking for love and then being the absolute best tv husband😍 and his sense of humor is everything!! My favorite Friend for sure❤️❤️❤️

Kylo Ren. My baby😍 He’s just a hurt boy inside who wanted to be loved🥺 I’m pretty sure I was conditioned to love him harder by all amazing fics I read about him bc the movies left me disappointed tbh. Thank gods for fanfic and our talented writers❤️

Ahh I had so much fun thinking about my loves😍

Npt💞 @iamasaddie @toxicanonymity @604to647 @huskyfox5 @ellasinnombre @magpiepills @corazondebeskar @princessanglophile @evolnoomym and you🫵

[mircsy]

Dont be shy, drop the oiled up Telemachus art

You guys only get this much

the anatomical errors I see in this^ hurt my eyes, but I’m too lazy to correct them

[guarshroom]

I can be normal about Random Crits in TF2.

[crimsonxe]

At this point they need to make a good will bridge to those that they stabbed in the back (and idgaf if you, no this isn't just from this post its from looking at your entire set of Pricefield posts hoping to get context to not be pissed off; but here we are). Especially with Michel of Dontnod aka the true canon makers in regards to Max and Chloe having stated that Pricefield would never break up; thus bringing Chloe back going to re-aligning the DE AU branch with the main canon.

"unforeseen reason", dumbass its called a connection, chemistry, and having gone through shit that fire-forges a bond. Also fuck off with this "losing Chloe leads to growth beyond the past"; reconnecting with Chloe can just as fucking easily deliver ACCEPTING the past, dealing with & healing from her trauma, and finally finding herself in the position of being ready to step forward WITH Chloe. It would be a matter of ACCEPTANCE & HEALING to move forward with the one that's always had her fucking back. The notion that she should just drop Chloe and "move on" is utterly fucking disgusting and very damn much biased, but I'll get to that. You clearly like Decknine don't have a damn clue about the characters, which is rich since in other posts of yours you try to frame Pricefielders as the ones wrong about them. Probably even defend the character assassination done to both Max and Chloe in DE. Hell your bitch ass just nonchalantly saying to kick a 10+ years old fucking iconic LGBT+ ship that has been said would NEVER break up by the true canon makers; that went through hell for each other including Max literally breaking time itself for Chloe; that has unmatched chemistry to the side says plenty about your very biased view.

No, its very much bias and if anything having Chloe there amps the potential storyline due to her & Chloe's relationship in this Decknine AU branch. Having Safi pulling on strings between Chloe and Max, that forces them to reconnect = great "villain" styling. While Safi is definitely better than Amanda (she at least has some damn sharp edge to her), she is NOTHING in comparison to Chloe.

Oh so your dumbass is fine with her being attached at the hip to Amanda/Vinh (the chemistry-less lipstick lesbian and the Nathan Prescott cleaned up preppy asshat); or Safi the seeming villain that at least does have some chemistry with Max just utterly lacking against Chloe. I also find it fucking hilarious how you literally throw open the door to all 3 of them, but won't offer a 4th option. But clearly your ass isn't biased, right?

This is pulling a later post into this which has to do how Pricefielders only focus on Chloe and take issue with DE cause of no Chloe vs. BtS that has her w/ Rachel. As someone that very much enjoys BtS, ships AmberPrice, Pricefield, and Amberpricefield (which the LiS multiverse thankfully allows all to exist) I can say that DE character assassinates the fuck out of Max and Chloe. I can also say that you're a fucking moron to think that LiS1 doesn't revolve around Pricefield and instead is about "violence against women"; that's an element within but isn't at the core of the damn game. I can say that Amanda (lipstick fucking lesbian) and Vinh (fucking Nathan cleaned up ass) are utterly fucking lacking, which makes the forced character assassination done to open the door for them that much fucking worse. Chloe wouldn't up and leave Max, because as of the halfway point of LiS Max had entered her walls and that locks her in, she also wouldn't make fucking threesome comments about a rando or other guy; Max wouldn't just give up on her relationship with Chloe, wouldn't be thirsting after every person, sure af wouldn't even in her journal use Rachel as a barb against Chloe, wouldn't be into a Nathan Prescott type, and several other details (punching Alderman, siding with Safi). That's not even going into outside of them details that DE utterly fucked up. Personally I'd want them to reveal that DE is just an AU branch within the multiverse by having its Max run across the actual main canon branch that has GREEN-haired Chloe and her Max living together happily as DontNod set up for Bae route people in LiS2; while also repairing her own relationship with her Chloe leading to a choice in the end. Unlike you I'd even say that in that choice there'd be 5 options: Vinh, Amanda, Safi, Chloe, and alone.

Clearly your ass is in the minority camp of things, especially considering the disdain towards DE that goes beyond just Pricefield. Hopefully the shake up in regards to the creative team brings in people that actually know the characters to try to fix the garbage fire that DE is currently. I'd beg them to bring in Emma Vieceli that handled the comics, which did everything DE attempted to do BETTER and before it; including respecting DontNod and their damn canon.

this is probably going to be EXTREMELY controversial so i dont expect ANYONE to agree (please dont hate me 🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️‼️) but i REALLY DONT WNAT CHLOE BACK IN DE2. I HAVE REASONS!!!!!!!!

1. i think that it'll be viewed as a cash grab and like pricefield / chloe fans r never happy sooooo

2. if chloe and max were to get back together for some unforeseen reason i think that woukd ruin max's potential growth in de2 in my opinion. like i PERSONALLY think that her 'losing' chloe should help her move on from the past and should be portrayed as something that can help her move forward instead of dwelling on what could have been (as taylor swift once said, everything you lose is a step you take 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

3. i think she'd be so out of place and id rather have de2 focus on max and safi's relationship and this highkey sounds lkke bias because of my fixation but i PROMISE YOU its not.. mostly...

4. i think that max should grow by herself i really dont think she needs to be attached to chloe by the fucking hip.. like i would be so fucking ecstatic if you got to be with amanda/vinh/safi at the end of de2 but i think the most realistic ending would be for her to be by herself, not FOREVER, but for a good amount of time for her to be secure with being by herself because i personally think max is extremely codependent with chloe.. if .. that makes sense

[jessicas-pi]

it's actually, genuinely, honestly hilarious that in a fandom where popular ships include characters who are biologically related, characters with a 10+ year age gap who met when one was a teenager or even a child, and characters who have tried to kill each other, people hate on a friends-to-lovers ship with a <2 year age gap where the characters have a deep emotional bond and plenty of romantic subtext, because "they're siblings". my brother in the force they are literally not.

[regular-lord-reckoner]

well, i guess i'm as winter storm ready as i can be !

i clocked out of work for a bit to go run the errands i normally do on fridays because tomorrow we're supposed to get a few actual inches of snow (we'll see !!) so that was..... exhausting to do in the middle of a work day (and right before a snowstorm in the south... the traffic....) but it's all done !!

i've gotta work a couple of hours tomorrow because i ended up taking longer than i meant to (mostly because of the traffic) but hopefully i can get up and get that done before there's any possibility of even losing power so fingers crossed !

hope you're safe out there if you're reading this and stay warm/safe if this shit's about to hit you as well !! <3

[too-many-paper-cranes]

oh hey the video is public now so i can post on tumblr about this without sounding insane! anyway everyone should go watch me and a few other speedrunners hunt fire for sport (randomizer edition)

[confinesofmy]

egh god. do you ever process something really simple literally 96 hours later. like it takes that long to finish chewing on it. i met my cousin's boyfriend for the first time the other day (they have been dating for one month) and roughly 15 seconds apart i received the information that he owned like 8 guitars and that he had given her one of his fenders. that's so weeeeiird. 😩 (he's 24, she's 19, he's also given her over $1k in jewellery, he got an email that he got paid and immediately told her he'd pay for her shein cart despite her protests, while talking with him he discussed wanting to buy multiple $400+ things, and when we were talking about my cards against humanity collection he asked if i'd heard of a certain expansion pack and when i said no he said when's your birthday i'll buy it for you! 😃) this guy is a freak. 😞

[arolesbianism]

Thinks oh so hard abt the spiraling upwards clan founders, especially the birchclan founders. Silly lil kitties who's pasts are drenched in blood with the primary regret of not drawing it sooner

[caffeinatedopossum]

Why are there always new symptoms showing up?? I just want a fucking break ;-;