#raid meet up

[kaurwreck]

y'all do Gin, Higuchi, Hirotsu, Tachihara, Chuuya, Dazai, and Mori so dirty with the way you talk about who cares about Akutagawa and who doesn't.

[witchloversupreme]

If you take a step back and really look at them, Gaius (in ARR, at least) and Edmont are actually pretty interesting foils for each other, because one is a deeply, deeply awful person who is an incredible father, while the other is one of the most moral and kind people on the planet who's given all of his kids massive, incredibly self-destructive complexes.

Like, Gaius genuinely adores all his children, even Livia, despite her incredibly disturbing fixation on him, and is very obviously gutted by the idea that they'd go to war without him to protect them, while Edmont very clearly only cared about Haurchefant, foisting all the First Born Son responsibilities on Artoirel but giving him absolutely none of the respect, and hardly remembering that Emmanellain even exists save to scold him.

Hell, even Haurchefant, even though he was the favorite, didn't get particularly better treatment because of Countess Fortemps (incredibly understandable) hatred of him, which led to Haurche becoming self-destructively self-sacrificing to try and get at least a little of the respect he deserves from his peers, and eventually lead to his death at The Vault.

[betty-bourgeoisie]

Probably my most unpopular Alfred headcanon is that he didn't participate in the roaring 20's at all because he was busy being a farmer in Oklahoma that decade

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

*taps microphone* so i’d just like to talk about all the little kids in coruscant who would absolutely be out of their mind with love and awe for the corrie guard, and their fire engine red painted armour

these kids

these kids would wait at their windows to watch them drive past their window on a scheduled patrol. they’d be so thrilled to see them in the market. or when Fox is standing next to Palpatine in the press in his extra red paint

their parent will be like ‘want to talk to them?’ and the kids will get all shy.

they might even draw pictures of them to give to them

because no matter what the adults think, abiut flesh droids or military police being given more and more responsibility (that theybwould see as power) as the war went on, but little kids know what’s up. they know how cool garbage men are, and fire men (with the shiny red paint), and other civil servants that adults don’t think are awesome but kids know

and you know, you just know that Sergeant Hound, with his cute mastiff and awesome bucket paint would be the absolute pinnacle of coolness to an eight year old coruscanti child

[assassinhomecreedstuck]

i cant believe ive played world of warcraft for 20 years

[100blocks-archived]

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[arsenicflame]

if they wouldnt make out over the bloody corspe of someone they just killed whats even the point

[dulcewrites]

This photo is kind of unnerved coded 🤨🤨🤨 Martina Fačková ate!

[sunderedazem]

WoLposting on main for what (and how) he's doing after Endwalker-

He's starting with changing his hairstyle from the long braid with bangs to a shorter ponytail/shaggy bob cut after Endwalker because it feels like. The end of an era. And he's mourning losing his friends' constant presence, a little (even if he and G'raha are now courting and being idiot catboys about it). It's just. Cutting away what was out of grief. He's losing the Scions, at least ostensibly, because they're all splitting up and going different ways, and he's. A lot lost without them.

But also the haircut is because he doesn't want to be some folk hero and only that. Like he's cool with it, but also- he wants time to be Corrain, to figure out who Corrain is. He became the Warrior of Light when he was seventeen and has been that ever since, and before that was just a Keeper foundling in Gridania trying to complete a conjurer apprenticeship so he could get citizenship - he hasn't had the time to figure out what he wants. And sure, being adopted by Edmont and House Fortemps helped - he had a home and a family and a nation finally, even if he's sort of in the same sort-of son category Haurchefant was - but he's got little snippets of Azem's memory bleeding through, he knows there's a wanderlust in him that won't settle, and he needs Corrain de Fortemps to be someone who has the space to find out who he is. And for that he can't be clocked as the WoL everywhere he goes!

So he takes a knife and chops off his braid and then Y'shtola and Krile find him sitting in front of a mirror with this awful fluffy mess and help him shape it better, and when it's long enough to put up he just ties it back in a ponytail. And he just- wanders aimlessly. He helps G'raha a lot, they're definitely dating in a Halone-sanctioned way lmao, and he trails around visiting Scions.

And he's almost invisible. The people who know who he is know Corrain and not just the Warrior of Light, and now the bards' stories don't describe him perfectly and- he's got space to breathe. Space to discover he genuinely likes archaeology and researching bygone eras and writing about them, space to go around and record the mechanical particulars of his forays into ancient ruins and alternate worlds and etc, space to polish his knowledge about foraging and botany and learn how to travel with cookware only and make meals from the land rather than carry food with him-

And all of this to say he finds that - outside of being the Warrior of Light - he genuinely likes the kind of adventuring that comes with learning opportunities. He likes studying the things he's found, likes the challenge of discovery in the first place. He likes the kind of work the Students of Baldesion do, likes working with scholars. (especially G'raha. Nobody saw that coming 🙄) And more than all that- he's genuinely good at it. He gets to realize a lot of his own archaeological/adventuring skill, while supplemented by time-period experts, is in fact it's own branch of knowledge.

So by the time Dawntrail kicks off - I think he's fully considering trying to write a thesis on it, and maybe try to see if Sharlayan would give him an Archon's mark about it. Sure- he's not a Sharlayan citizen, he has strong ties to Ishgard in the vein of being an adopted son of one of the four high houses. But he's also openly dancing circles around G'raha and Artoirel is definitely interested in having a no-inheritance-threat adopted baby brother with a foothold in Sharlayan and- well, House Fortemps approved of G'raha already anyway, they're expecting that to happen.

He's definitely found himself in a lot of ways by the time the next expansion will kick off. Of course part of that is being an actual adult and a twenty-something instead of a teenager, but also- coming to terms with being nine-fourteenths of Azem, coming to terms with defining himself rather than letting what he can do define him, coming to the realization that he's allowed to like what he does and who he is.

That the hope he found in Ultima Thule is actually allowed to feel like his own, and it's not selfish of him to feel that way. That he's allowed to live for himself.

And. Like damn. Finally! but also I'm proud of him. He turns out alright in the end.

Excited to start Dawntrail with this version of Corrain. He's just so much less- desperate to prove something. He proved everything he needed to prove to himself already. And now he finally just adventure for adventure's sake.

[bibleofficial]

i i’m too big to admit it but it’s of value to post w timestamp that im genuinely anorexic. i need to say it for myself. as soon as i found out that it was past midnight & i had been drinking, i knew that i had to get absolutely plastered to vomit later bc i’d not exercised on an empty stomach that day - as expected, to be empty; begging for calories - & ‘need to repay the expent calories,’ despite the necessary intake for survival. it’s pathetic truly like. girl … wtf ? 😭😭 grow up 🙄 anyway … not me de electing in my own damn post

[burger-goblin]

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[spellscarred]

I need to actually put it in a reblog here as a reply, because it's important to understand why "water is wet" studies are so important. Even though it's something we know, "water is wet" studies are so important (not just on this topic but on various others like the one time there was one about validating a trans person's gender identity helps their mental health) because it gives a credible source to our lived experience.

It's not even a, "maybe neurotypicals didn't know this" case. Perhaps they do, perhaps they don't, that's ultimately irrelevant. The part to focus on here is that these studies validate our lived experience in a manner that's very hard for them to undermine or invalidate, you know?

These studies may seem "ridiculously obvious" in their conclusion or "superfluous" in that, you could just talk to ADHDers the world over and understand that we've been saying this for decades. But it gives us the tools to fight against the ableist monster that is society instead of just beating our heads against the walls, hurting ourselves more than said walls.

I don't want to say that's the point of this study, because I don't know the people involved nor their motivations. But that's the point of why "water is wet" studies are so, so important. It gives our voice and experiences legitimacy, credibility, that cannot be discounted, because it's right there, with sourced material, with the scientific method in effect, with the conclusion echoing what we all know and have been saying.

So please don't discount studies like this, ever, nor discourage "water is wet" studies from being conducted, because they're important weapons in our fight against ableism and for the rights and accommodations we need to move through our societies.

Scientists once thought that ADHD symptoms were always present. But previous research from Rapport, who has been studying ADHD for more than 36 years, has shown the fidgeting was most often present when children were using their brains' executive functions, particularly "working memory." That's the system we use for temporarily storing and managing information required to carry out complex cognitive tasks such as learning, reasoning and comprehension.

Here’s full study: https://www.eurekalert.org/news-releases/478386

If you enjoyed this post, please give it a ❤️ and check out @scienceisdope for more science and daily facts.

[oneofthosecrazycatladies]

Okay so we have this huge problem with forgetting about everything that’s happened by the time the next election rolls around so I’d like to keep a running list of things as they’re happening to help remind us when the 2026 midterms roll around. And please add to this if I’ve missed anything.

January 2025:

Donald Trump pardoned 1500 people who participated in the insurrection of January 6th, including those who violently assaulted and nearly killed police officers.

Donald Trump has declared that trans and non-binary people don’t exist.

Donald Trump is working towards firing everyone in the government who isn’t loyal to him.

Donald Trump has effectively fired everyone who he claims is an “illegal DEI hire” …whatever that means

Donald Trump pulled out of the Paris Climate Agreement and the World Health Organization

Congress are trying to pass the Laken Riley Act to, effectively, round up every immigrant in the country, including LEGAL immigrants

Donald Trump removed caps on prescription drug prices.

Donald Trump wants to withhold federal aid to help combat the LA wildfires and help the thousands of people who have been displaced and lost their homes.

The Department of Justice has put a hold on all civil rights cases.

Donald Trump has cut off aid to Ukraine.

Laken Riley Act has been passed by Congress and is awaiting being signed into law by the President. Here’s the breakdown of the votes: House Senate

Donald Trump purged a dozen inspectors general from the federal government and intends to replace them all with people loyal to him.

Pete Hegseth has been confirmed as Secretary of Defense. Here’s the breakdown of how the Senate voted. Note, it was a 50-50 tie that JD Vance had to break.

Donald Trump imposed a 25% tariff on Colombia after the Colombian government turned away two airplanes carrying migrants. Columbia has retaliated by imposing a 25% tariff of its own on US goods.

Donald Trump has also issued a travel ban for Colombian citizens and revoked visas from Colombian migrants coming to the US.

Donald Trump has now backed off the tariffs and other threats against Colombia. Note for future reference: this comes just hours after Trump made the threat in the first place and he and the Colombian president got into a big fight on social media.

Nearly 1,000 migrants were arrested mostly in Chicago on January 26th by ICE and ICE has been told to meet a quota of 75 migrant arrests every day.

Donald Trump rescinded an anti-discrimination executive order from Lyndon B. Johnson

Donald Trump signed an executive order banning trans people from serving in the military and also ordered that people who were discharged for refusing to get mandatory vaccines be reinstated.

Donald Trump has frozen all federal grants to institutions.

After pressure from state governments, activist groups, and the general public, the White House has rolled back some of the freezes on federal funding.

Representative Andy Ogles (R-TN) has proposed a change to the 22nd Amendment to allow Donald Trump, specifically, to serve a third term.

Donald Trump is trying to fire all federal employees who don’t want to return to the office (work-from-home saves the federal government millions of taxpayer dollars in overhead). He also sent an email to federal employees saying that if they’re not loyal to him, they’ll be investigated.

Donald Trump has signed the Laken Riley Act into law.

Donald Trump has said he doesn’t think Palestinians should be allowed to return to Gaza but instead should be sent to Egypt and Jordan.

Native Americans have been targeted by ICE raids.

Donald Trump has ordered undocumented immigrants to be sent to Guantanamo Bay

Donald Trump signed an executive order to expand federal funding for school choice programs. [x]

Donald Trump signed an executive order saying that he will deport visa-holding students who protest against Israel. [x]

Donald Trump has blamed DEI for the plane crash that killed 67 people in Washington D. C. [x]

Donald Trump signed an executive order that schools should no longer teach about racism and discrimination. And that schools should only teach history that is “patriotic” [x]

Florida Representative Anna Paulina Luna wants to add Donald Trump’s face to Mount Rushmore. [x]

Trump’s Department of Education has called book bans a hoax. [x]

The Department of Justice has barred certain news outlets from receiving information from the Pentagon. [x]

The Trump administration has fired multiple FBI officials who investigated the January 6th insurrection. [x]

February 2025

I’ll keep adding to this list as new things come up and, again, please feel free to add anything I’ve missed. I know that in this world of constant news it’s easy to forget, so let’s give our future selves a little help!

[minecraft-fanfiction-house]

Take a bite out of my sight

'Unemployed Villager takes a bite out of the Vindicator's Raid Captain's Eye, and laminates it as a necklace, the Raid captain seems to fall on their ravager to the mountain through shattered lenses...' 'What's left with more control of sightseeing, the contrasting culture of romance between rich and poor of illager society, and an anarchy village that has more thoughts on what pacifism truly means on the highlands of the mountains.'

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Fear & Delight

Tw Description of Eyeball Anatomy

Highland breezes by the counting of the afternoon, as a turquoise-dressed figure herded a few baby goats spawning by the edge of the cliff.

Downwards off the rocky blanketed cliff, there is a bump of forest filled with cherry trees, with a shoveled pathway leading downwards to the more paved mountain on a graveled pathway.

Birch and oak Trees were forest-colored greenery. with a few axes and a small meadow opening that only shows a building exoskeleton of stone pillars. black blocky ravens flew up to the trees.

Down onto the big gradient cobblestone staircase for many donkeys and villagers to get around. with the scratching of a cat running away from the bottom of the stairs messing with the donkey's hooves to yelp and kneeling to the dismay of the two villagers handling the cart of chests. You'd always need to take a step down, touch a graze of grass, or look closer into a pond, with ramps for carrying a ravaged ton without them rolling down.

But that wouldn't hurt the ravager that much unless you tell the ravager to feel pain from it.

Scattered laughing and the echo in the timbered trees by those with axes who aren't lumberjacks in flannel having a gay ol' time. Those with axes had different attires.

Another echo of the scuttled laugh follows the rumbling echo of the tree, causing a packager to drop a package.

Onlookers were sitting at the balconied rosewood fences, with the far right being oak with decorated bleachers of vines. watch the poor package delivery villager trip in the middle of the village, with the ominous shading of darkness from the forest sending a shiver to the packager when the high branches were cracking from something bigger.

The bristles of branches break from the omen-striking banner. Those that fell on top of the Vindicator head were pushed off, or thrown away by intricately cuffed gloves of vexes. Escaping the branching in the clearing, and looking around into the forest before the eye moves up to a well-built wall... Carved out beautifully.

The Villager Unemployed mob, with mountain patterns on their robes and a brown collar to signify unemployment, sits at a single table by their fenced balcony, peeking out to be greeted by a poke in their eye. Cracking their glasses, were metal 'armor' for the edge of the banner against the wind.

"Hrr," The Vindicator looks straight up, at a Villager's sharp eyes at the leaning by the wall, arms crossed. Their collar was based on pink terracotta, and their tool belt signified business ownership with their emerald. And as many smart working business owners who got to the top. They speed-walked up the stairs, grabbing the Packager's collar as other villagers looked on.

The villagers stay seated, looking across at each other at the dragged Packager. Pity, the package might have been important. Servagers go on with their job, with a shiver and frozen body realization too. Well if you were the one serving pie to the client who ordered 'Goats Rasberry Eye' and 'Demonic Goats Eye Pried' if everyone needed to pretend they were demons when fae came around and burnt (Not on purpose like most cheesecake, but they aren't allowed to tell you that).

"Uhm, it, may I get you a glass of ice."

The waiter fumbles through their words as if they had to break the ice from their throat to speak. [This waiter is snippy and usually tells people 'Hey you should get ice for your eye' but seeing a raid captain of all things made them want to have the choice to run rather than to come back and give them some plain watery ice.]

They pushed back the metal bridge of their glasses cracked, the clank of the platter of pie, and the chair shoved back. The Servager boots clacked away with dust or dirt clattered behind them, as the Villager's knee bent down next to the fence to reach down like a snake to a messenger crow.

A ravager horn drops, but the Vindicator's eyes widen at the Villager pulling up their face. Launching their mouth right underneath their inner eye, being nothing more than a mouse, there was a loud snap from the illagers inner world. The illager's right brain felt like shutting off from all senses.

The Villager moved themselves back from the fence to the sun over the forest horizon. The trickle of blood fell down their cheek even more as the string of meaty blood dangled in the breeze in between a Villager's gritted teeth.

A clank of glass filled with ice reflected onto the sun, and it reflected onto the goat's horn. The passing Servagor freaked out, stepping back at the unconventional rage.

With fear pressing the Vindicator's throat, like prey. They ended up holding themselves in the air, the fear in their eye visible to all who could see. On the horizon, the small swaying of the trees mimicked the sticky string of blood that hung from their high cheekbones. Their eye floods in fear, cracking open their cold job exterior. The little trickle of trees mimics the stickier bloodied string, that blurs in their very, green colors hitting their eyes.

The fork stabbed into a crust layer not reaching the board. Far from the illager's sight on their last eccentric eye, the sun's reflection across the glass could see a glimpse of the villager's fork that rose up with their handheld under their fork. The blue iris gushed onto the raspberry-coated crust.

Cherry blossoms burned on their face, unlike a sunburnt crisp illager, unlike them they still look like a delighted illager in warmed tones of fear of the serpent's sun.

Wedding bells ring in their head, as they wobble down on the saddle, back arched up and elevating their head by the bite. arched up and elevated their head by the bite. [In a bar they wonder why the bell was rung.']

They felt a grasp on the neck of a snake untangling themselves from their chokehold to take a deep breath. Their adrenaline heated up to their cheeks. The salty tears fall with pressure and pain trying so hard to let tears go out that it pains them. They continued to bleed, the red liquid dripping down to their saddle and under their shin to the strapped belt of their formal Vindicator attire. They have dripped down to their saddle and under their shin to the strapped belt of their formal Vindicator attire.

Everything is tinted by rose gradients, from their face to the horizon gradient. The colder breeze passed them and they couldn't feel the sun's heat on the back of their head. The illager's hand held their hand to their cheek, coating their glove. Deadpanned silence with the munching of the forest life hunger, watching the villager take a bite out of the pie.

They felt like a fox that never wanted the crow to drop their own eye. Watching that villager through the pink fence, waiting for a response, they had watched them take a bite out of an eye. Realizing they subconsciously reached for their chest to clench, wrinkling their clothes, being able to hear their panting and the noisy breeze. Their flushed faces moved from tint to tint, fading shades of doozies from their flushing face flushing out more blood.

Observing the architectural stonework, the chairs seemed inspired by desert temple creepers' drawings. The sunset looked like it had been tempered to shine.

Gulping down some saliva, feeling drier than the blood staining their saddle, they arched themselves back from picking up their goat horn

The gush of the eyeball seeped from the villager's fork and lips revealing the linger on the fork savouring the eye like the Vindicators.

Their Ravager looked up at their rider, turning around and walking back into the shrubbery of the forest, paying no mind to the banner scraping the fence on the wall. The illager tightly adjusted themselves back onto their ravager and held the reins. Seeming like an amateur rider.

The echo of the bell's soothing warning had paralyzed the branches, they'd always moved slowly but the only way they'd motion like factory workers was by the force of the ravager's beats. The trees were ignored by the ravager of the entrance of the Highland's Villager's home. Better treated than the grunts and laughs of the trees less hidden by a recent meadow of footprints.

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Word Count of 1399 <3

Special thanks to the cheesecake thief and cyber for helping me out with how to write eye-gouging gore <3 

BIG THANKS TOOO Pyhton for beta reading &lt;3 Credit to ONE PIECE FANBOY met on discord for their artistic rendition, that I slapped onto canvas &lt;3 Dm any fanart, id love and appreciate any!

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[theskeletoninthegarden]

I was reading Higgs Monaghan's wiki page and, somehow, for actual years managed to miss his time with Coffin: Fragile's mother.

[kitten4sannie]

mafia san! keeps his glasses on when he eats you out btw……

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“I just want to see my princess fall apart. Is that so bad?” he coos near your trembling thigh, pressing a gentle kiss to it, before pushing his drenched glasses further up the slope of his nose.

“B-but your glasses…I ruined them,” you whisper weakly, still clutching at his disheveled raven hair.

A low, amused hum rumbles from San’s throat, rubbing your abundant arousal around just to hear how wet his playtoy was for him. “That’s perfectly okay, sweet. It’s only fair after letting me ruin you night after night.”

It’s odd that he’s being so sweet to you now, when he just got done making you cum so many times, you forgot where you were even at, but how could you possibly forget? You were Sannie’s favorite girl. Anytime he got home from a raid with the boys, had an important drug-fueled business meeting, or just got done blowing somebody’s head off, it was you who he’d play with.

And, here he was, making a home for himself in between your bruised thighs, lapping and sucking at your swollen cunt like it was a lovely summertime treat, gazing up at you past his arousal stained glasses, his sharp eyes boring into yours, drinking in all your pleasure, not privy to the splatter of blood that still stained the side of his tan face. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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