#so glad i'm not in love with them anymore

[nanaboo-pumpkaboo]

//ooc under cut

@completelylusingit - Lus is like probably one of the best examples of someone from Unova like interacting with Silas based on what they know and then growing to like the guy once actually knowing him. I love seeing the evolution of Lus character and am glad to have the guy back. @.nacrenecitygardening Fuck I feel for Cory. for a multitude of reasons. I'm so worried and so interested in these situations.

@thatfailedpokemontrainer - Sprite is such a dude, I described it once upon a time as "A closed box of firecrackers with the fuse lit" and the statement still stands. He's so chaotic and I've been deeply enjoying its and Paris journey through Unova. @.a-nickits-den as well, Beedrills contrast with Sprite is so so interesting and the rivalry with Kura has me fucking gripped I've gushed to my partners about those two. Not to mention how good Beedrill has been for altering Silas' fate, that kid means a lot to the old man.

@battle-subway-ghost - I was first introduced to Paris through the grey walls event but I have deeply enjoyed seeing like, how chill Paris is. I love how much he like stands up for Kura and I still think about the bit where Silas leaked his information even if that ruined any chance for them interacting.

@tinkatinktrain - The goodra post is what introduced me to Mylah and I love how absolutely disgusted it makes Viscous-Protector every single time it pops up on his dash. Silas and Mylah have a really interesting vibe where they both feel like they can be silly to each other but will drop the bit on a dime in order to actually make sure the other is fine. @.subzeroiceshard and fucking, Kura. I gushed with my partners about that fucker just last night, I love how fucked that guy is, I love how GOOD he is about making people hate him to the point where Silas realizes this and is showing him pity out of spite cause he knows Kura wants to be hated and STILL Kura gets Silas to slip. top tier clown.

@shilo-sumac - fuckin god I love seeing Shilo interact with people, I want to have Silas interact with em more. Silas gets like so fuckin concerned and protective like everytime he reads some concerning posts from them but doesn't wanna come off as creepy. Love how she keeps running into terrorists

@team-skull-unova - you my good fella have notifications on. I absolutely love seeing Rais shenanigans every time they log on. I love that Rai is one of the few people who have lost to Silas in a pokemon battle but won in a physical fight. Also I find their thing going on with @cryogonalsmelody so so so fuckin interesting and I am living for it.

@ariadosanon - this is just about the coolest Victoria Silas knows and I am so so sorry for how much he wants to fight her dad. Just about the only team leader Silas follows without intention to clown on.

@team-ex-rocket - you also have notifications on, despite the fact that Silas CAN'T interact with Frosty anymore. I genuinely love how like genuinely dangerous Frosty is but keeps getting clowned on anyways. One of the only characters that has brought out a side of Silas that closely resembles his Boss.

@prof-polaris - sometimes I will just go through and read your blogs. I love how real Polaris feels. I can deeply relate to the melancholy that radiates from subjects having to do with Kittsu and having to like live despite the sadness.

@unovan-businesswoman-angie - I know you've been on hiatus (and I'll delete this part if you'd like to be untagged) but Angie and Tia are so fuckin based. They are so kind and cool and so solid of characters. A lot of the things they both have participated in have been so so well written and entertaining as well, I love the amount of love and care Angie has for her daughters. My recent(ish) arc only increased the amount of love I feel for the character too how like I felt Angie's hesitation when Silas told her the truth. @.rupture-remnant is like, has my braincells fuckin gripped, I think about them constantly, I can't wait until the news reaches them. I don't think Syndicate would exist without them.

@safrina-shards - Another fella on hiatus, she's so interesting. I love reading about her relationship with Angie. When she was active I was constantly hoping "keep her safe keep her safe" hoping nothing bad would happen. Completely activates protective instincts.

@vulgrados-best - I love all of the redux Crewniverse but Miguel is THE most authentic blogger that I have ever fucking seen in pokemon IRL, you've certainly seen in the tags me going "FUCKIN MIGUEL AGAIN" because I just keep reblogging stuff to main from them. Keep it up!

@wishmaker-astra - you made me make a whole new blog just so Silas can interact, 10/10. I love interacting with Astra's polls and how often Silas is able to be silly and also have like adult conversations with Astra. Really gets my senior citizen clown thinking.

@humming-pokemon-helpers - Fuuuuck I feel for Vanilla, the same day Wolfgang died I was actually at my grandma's funeral. Makes every time Silas tries to comfort or help Vanilla 100% hit harder for myself. Love how silly and professional they are.

@guitarandgallade - I wouldn't even be active in pokemonIRL at all without you, Silas wouldn't exist if you hadn't made your original blog all the way back in like 2018.

@goldenrodchef - Gen is so fuckin cool, I love how kindhearted he is and like simultaniously tormented being Eebied. I can see it sometimes getting to him but holy fuck

it took me all fucking day to write these with several distractions but I mean it, thanks for keeping me coming back to this wonderful community

// what if we all tagged our favorite blogs and went to check eachother's favorite blogs out as a result of tagging our favorite blogs. what then

[letmereedusyou]

i'm not yours - part 9

summary: Daryl and you are friends. He dated Leah. You told him you loved him and things fell apart. Will it ever go back to normal?

Daryl keeps looking for the clues connecting anyone to your beating incident, and you try to fix his vinyl player while he's out of the house. When he comes back you have a sweet conversation and finally go back to being friends again.

words: 2.8k

warnings: swearing, mentions of killing (walkers and people)

A/N: Hello, muffins! Here I am with another part. I checked for mistakes 3 times, but it seems okay to me. Again, English is not my first language so the errors will probably occur to the English natives. I can also say already that there are going to be 15 parts to this, so we have 6 parts to go! <3

Read previous part here!

Daryl visited you and took care of you every single day for weeks. It almost felt like nothing had changed between you two; like everything was normal again. But was it really? Or was it just a façade that you two put up so you didn't have to deal with the unresolved issues? You tried not to think about it too much and just enjoyed the fact that Daryl was close again, even though he wasn't very chatty these days. Maybe he's still holding a grudge about your feelings for him, or maybe he just doesn't know how to return to being your friend again. He would bring you new books and some comics to read, so you wouldn't get bored, but boredom got you pretty fast after reading your third book in a week. You started missing movies right about then. You thought about your favourite TV shows and how your family would watch them all together after dinner. Now, all you can do is push through with your memories of it and an incredible imagination.

He would cook for you, usually something simple and quick that you could reheat if you wanted to, before vanishing for entire nights, trying to find out who had beaten you up. You had your suspicions, but you didn't tell him about it. Why? You were scared of what would happen. The information, or rather a clue, would make him go into a fight mode, for sure. You knew him well enough to admit that. So you kept your thoughts to yourself.

That didn't stop him from continuously asking you about the details or anything you remembered from the fight. No matter how many times you told him that it was dark and you didn't see or hear them, as they did not speak, just occasionally grunted while driving their feet into your body. He kept asking and trying to make sense of who would want to do this to you. Your tongue itched with an answer. For you, it was obvious.

You were glad that he was clueless like this. Maybe he just didn't want to believe it or found it hard to create that type of scenario in his head. Maybe it was too much for him to handle right about now. You didn't blame him, he had a lot on his plate as of late - his best friend fell in love with him, his girlfriend broke up with him because of the best friend, and he has chores and duties in Alexandria that he has to do, even if he is tired and doesn't want to, and now he turned into a detective, trying to solve a case - all of it probably making a huge mess in his brain.

You busy yourself with some reading once again, but it was starting to get excruciatingly boring. How many times can you read the same plot in multiple books? Putting it down on the sofa armrest, you suddenly remembered that you still had Daryl's vinyl player that needed to be fixed. That would be a good distraction, you thought and slowly pushed yourself up. The pain was less prominent now, so you could move a little bit better, although Daryl would scold you for even trying. It didn't matter how many times you said you felt fine and walking and moving around didn't hurt much anymore, he dragged you back to the sofa every single time. This time, he wasn't here, so you could freely roam around for a while.

You step into your bedroom and open your wardrobe. Reaching up onto the shelf, you pull the vinyl down, alongside many different tiny parts in a white cloth bag. You also pick up your screwdrivers, glue and anything else you'd need before attempting repair. Once you got everything you needed, you took it to the living room and put it on top of the coffee table. Leaning down, just enough to not feel pain in your ribs, you examined the vinyl player. You were a good tinkerer and you had a good understanding of electronic shit, although the player was old which required some knowledge about old electronics. You didn't have that, but you decided to try anyway.

After hours of fiddling and fidgeting, glueing and trying to pull tiny bits apart and put them back together again, you sigh deeply realising that making that playing vinyl records on this thing is going to need more than just a couple hours of repair. You most definitely will need some help from Eugene, as he is the only person with enough knowledge about this stuff.

After another hour of carefully glueing the tiny, broken bits to the exterior of the machine, you feel drowsy and you close your eyes for a minute, just to rest them. Before you realise it, you start quietly snoring, a screwdriver loosely in your hand. Your mind is blank for the first time since the incident. You feel like you can fully enjoy some sleep. Using your brain for more than reading books was a good idea, after all.

Daryl's head started to hurt about two hours ago when he checked the path you were beaten up on for the bazillion times. He was trying so hard to find out who attacked his best friend that the rage of not knowing was slowly sipping out through his veins. He could've sworn there was a red, hot, bright aura around him.

He went to the place where she was beaten up, thinking that he would get some good clues - maybe a blood trail or some footprints, or maybe a goddamn piece of fabric that was tugged off of the aggressor's clothes, but whoever did this was smarter than that and cleared everything within a couple of miles radius, making sure that there was no way to track them. He felt impressed at how meticulously they'd worked to cover the tracks, but most of all he felt helpless and angry.

It's been weeks since he started looking and Y/N wasn't much help. She kept saying it was too dark to see and she didn't catch a glimpse of any of the people. It didn't help that they hadn't spoken during the fight either, because maybe if they did, Daryl could've track them by the tone of their voice, questioning everyone in Alexandria one by one. But since there were no clues, he had a hard time finding anything. It bothered him to the point he kicked and punched an innocent tree a couple of times.

He finally decided that it was time to go back and check on his best friend. He wasn't going to find anything anyway, so he may as well use his time to help her recover and get on their feet again. Frankly, helping her recover helped him relax, even after the hardest of days. He didn't speak much around her, his mind still recalling the fact that she was indeed in love with him, but he tried to move past it as best as he could. Nothing was more important than her getting better right now.

Besides catching the people who did this to her, and potentially beheading them.

When he opens the doors, the sound of her snoring comes to his ears and he can't help but huff a half laugh at it. He remembers the countless times they went on supply runs and her snoring attracted walkers to their location. He never told her about it, he just took care of the walkers silently.

He takes his crossbow off his back and leans it against the wall before walking into the living room. He stops in his tracks for a second when he sees what lies on the coffee table in front of her.

The vinyl player.

The same one that ended up being chucked out of the window by Leah when they had a fight a few weeks ago.

His brow furrows as he steps closer to the table. He realises that she must've been present when he and Leah had a fight. Has she heard them? What exactly did she hear? How did she end up at his house that evening? How did she get the vinyl player and why would she take it?

He looks at her, asleep with a screwdriver in her hand. She looks peaceful. The bruises on her face faded a little, changing colour from purple and reds to blues and greens. The cut on her lip was healing nicely, a scab was drying out. Her hair looked messy, brought up in some sort of ponytail, where many different strands were sticking out from the sides of her head.

He looks at the vinyl player again and takes another step closer. He wasn't paying attention to where he was stepping, in his confused and surprised state, and his boot kicks the coffee table, making one of the tools roll off and fall to the floor with a clash.

It wakes her up with a jump, and she rubs your eyes a little, trying to make her vision less blurry.

"Daryl?" her voice sounds groggy and faint.

"How did you get my vinyl player?" Daryl asks with no hesitation, the urgency in his voice is enough to make her come to her senses.

She looks at the coffee table and her eyes widen a little, like she was surprised to see the vinyl player too. But no, it wasn't surprise, it was... embarrassment. Like she got caught doing something she shouldn't. She keeps looking at the vinyl player and he can see her cheeks flush and uncertainty flashing across her face. She was definitely feeling the need to escape from the situation, but she knew there was no escape. All she could do was face it.

"I...I found it on the ground," her voice is quiet. When she looks at him, he knows the answer to the questions yet to come, but felt like he must ask them.

"Found it on the ground?"

"Yes."

"Where exactly did you find it?"

"Outside your house," she says, avoiding his gaze. Her cheeks burn a deeper shade of red.

"When?"

"If you are asking me if I've heard you and Leah fighting, then yes. I have," she says; a sigh escapes her lips.

The silence was deafening for good couple of minutes. Daryl decided to take a seat next to her, staring at the vinyl player. She stayed quiet, looking at it as well. He was trying to figure out how to ask more questions; how to prod about what she's heard... what she knew. His hand reaches towards the platter, dragging his fingers on top of it, feeling the cracks.

"I haven't heard much," she finally breaks the silence and he looks at her. "I left pretty much straight away."

"But you've heard something," he says slowly.

"Yeah," she licks her dry lips. "Is it worth getting into it?"

He thinks about her question. Is it? Is it worth it? Does he really need to know what she heard? It wasn't that important, Leah and him are over now. But part of his brain believed it was crucial to know. He needed that information, needed to know how much she knows...

"Yeah," he says slowly. "I want to know."

"Well, I've heard her screaming about me..." she starts carefully, biting the inside of her cheek. "Something about me knowing more than her."

Daryl looks at her for a second, maybe trying to gauge her reaction to it, or maybe he was trying to focus on anything else than Leah's words echoing through his mind. He knew that she indeed knew more than Leah, more than anyone ever. He felt the most comfortable sharing with her. He remembers all the times he opened up and it felt great to be heard and listened to, probably the first time in his entire life. Somehow, he knew she was the right person to tell things. Trustworthy.

Back at the CDC, when he first opened his mouth to share, he was nervous. What if she judged? But all of this melted away when she sat there, listening, nodding, not asking questions, just soaking the information in. Maybe it was the alcohol in his veins, but it made him want to open up even more, get the stuff off his chest. Once he finished, it felt... cathartic. Like he was lighter.

He looks up to her eyes.

"I also heard her saying that... you're not worth it," she added and looked away. He could sense her anger in the words spoken, spitting them out like they were acid on her tongue.

"Mm," he murmured quietly, looking away from her and at his boots. He doesn't get embarrassed very easily, and yet his cheeks seemed to burn a little.

Again, the silence resounded in the house, you could almost hear the buzzing of electricity from one of the lamps. Daryl couldn't look up. Leah's words seemed to be burned into his mind, slowly making him believe he is not worth anything. He started to believe he doesn't deserve good things in life.

"It's not true. Leah was wrong," she says, putting her hand on his knee and squeezing it tightly.

"And you say that as a person who's in love with me?"

"I'm saying it as your best friend," her words hit him like a tone of bricks and he finally looks up at her, eyebrow raised. "You are worth so much."

Daryl wants to believe her. No, he needs to believe her. For his sake, for the sake of his mental stability. He takes a few deep breaths and and then looks down at her hand on his knee. His hand gently places over hers and he squeezes it lightly. Her reassurance was everything. You could say the only opinion he cared about these days was her, even though they haven't been great friends for awhile.

He beats himself up for not reaching out sooner. He hated he fact he's lost her for so long, and lost himself in the process. She loves him. Yes, it is more than a friend, but ultimately, she loves him. For who he is. She never judged, never tried to change him or push him to do things he didn't enjoy. She's one person he always felt comfortable with. He still does, even after she told him she loved him.

He thinks back to the time and thinks about why he was so angry at her for that. She wasn't making moves at him. She just... shared her feelings. Angrily - that was an understatement - but still. He sort of understood why she'd blow up the way she did. He spoke about Leah quite a lot and thinking about it now, it may have been to convince himself and her that he was happy with her and he did love her. Part of him did love Leah. But maybe it wasn't as strong feeling as he thought it was...

"You okay?"

Her voice brings Daryl back. He huffs and nods lightly.

"Yeah. I will be," he says and his lips curve into a smile.

"I mean it, Daryl. You're worth it. And I hope you do find someone who appreciates you," her little smile makes him scoff.

"Someone like you?" he retorts.

"No," she shakes her head vigorously. "Not me. You made it clear it's never going to happen and I accept it. But I hope you find someone who can make you believe you are worth everything and more."

Daryl looks at her with a grimace on his face. He did say that, didn't he? He said that her and him will never going to happen. For some reason, her words made him feel sad, just for a second. He wouldn't have been able to register it if he wasn't focusing on it that much. He shakes his head.

"I've sworn off love and relationships," he leans back on the couch and put his head on the sofa back. "It's just going to be me, my crossbow and my best friend."

"Your best friend?"

Her smile beams from ear to ear and Daryl can't help but notice the shine in her eyes when he said it. Like she wasn't sure if he was serious about it. Like she waited months for him to come back, to finally be her friend again.

"Of course. Can't live my sorry ass life without ya," he sighs. "Who else am I going to tease and laugh at?"

"You mean laugh with?"

"That too."

She giggles and he realises how much he really missed her all these months. He missed her laugh and their banter. The way he felt so free around her. The way he knew she could tell him she killed someone and he would help her cover up the tracks. She was his best friend. And going back to being friends with her felt good.

[loquaciousquark]

you have been my #1 favorite fanfic author of all time for like 7-8 years now for your fenhawke and ive always thought "god i would give anything for quark to write solavellan" but i respected that it wasnt your thing. so imagine the pure unbridled euphoria of checking in on your blog this week to see that he finally got to you. i actually screamed. whatever you come up with i know it is going to absolutely change my life and i am so excited <3

i’m so. sad. i'm SO sad. i was so happy for a decade just being mildly annoyed every time he crossed my dash and now i am having feelings and opinions and i don’t WANT THEM and the only way to get rid of them is to write them out of me, this is why i don’t love fenris or astarion at all anymore obviously

and like, I still don’t love Solas! I still think some things he does and some goals he has are really, really stupid! but this character I created to love him really loves him, and I really love her and want her to be happy even though she lives only inside my head, and that means I need to lay down some structure around her romance to get the shape of it, to build something I can make sense of. I may not love him, but I like him much more than I did, and I certainly understand him better than I did the first time around.

And to be honest, there’s a part of me glad I’m coming to it as late as I have. I don’t think I’ve ever read a single Solavellan fic in my life (I actually had to pause here to check the spelling). I have NO idea what tropes are popular with him or what interpretations are the biggest. I have a lot of opinions on how his personality and identity work in a romance with this particular character I’ve created, but because I’ve been so siloed I have no idea if I’m bucking the grain or not, which is fine by me.

Plus, it helps I’m not going to have ten years to build up a lot of personal headcanons and jossable thoughts before playing the new game. I’m not someone who easily ignores canon when it clashes with my imagination for the major things, so I think this will (hopefully) keep me from major disappointments.

It's kinda funny; earlier today I was going back through my DAI tag and reminding myself of all my impressions from the first time I played the game. Some of them I definitely still stand by; others have completely changed. I even said twice that a Lavellan/Solas romance would be my next playthrough, which was true if ten years late.

But it's things like: apparently the first time through I loved Solas and Sera, both of which certainly were not true going into this replay. (I barely even have a memory of Solas and Priory ever being in the party together, though the historical records say I took him to Adamant.) I apparently had a lot of hopes Gideon Emery would be voicing Fenris. I originally thought Priory was going to romance Bull, which is very ?????? after all this time. (I did still, even then, know Here Lies the Abyss completely broke her as a character, and ten years on I never could fix her for good.)

I really did not expect to change my mind on Solas going into this replay, I guess is the point. I replayed because knowing the story of DAI and Solas, I felt it was a story most personalized to elves and specifically a Solas-romancing Lavellan, and that was the worldstate I wanted to take into the new game. I played it out because that's the kind of person I am (I can't just invent characters wholesale in my head) but I really thought it was going to be a perfunctory playthrough as a stepping stone to a different game and a different PC and (presumably) a different romance. I didn't expect to love this character as much as I do, and even if I don't have ten years to write her out the way I did Hawke, I feel like I still owe it to her & her doomed romance to give her a little time in the spotlight. Lucky girl!

[brawberryz]

Snow Party

Damian Wayne × Batsis! Reader 《platonic!》

Note:English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error

Damian was lying in bed, today was a quiet day which was rare since most of the time it was full of noise

But he didn't complain, it was a snowy day so the only thing he could do was stay in his room because the school closed for a while due to the large amount of snow that had fallen in the city

But all that peace ended as soon as someone kicked open the door, there you were with a determined smile

I was fully dressed with a big coat, scarf and boots

"You. Me. Outside. Snow"

You said quickly pointing at him with your finger, Damian arched an eyebrow at your proposal before answering

"No thanks, I'm not interested in your absurd idea"

He said disinterestedly turning around and turning his back on you

You frowned at Damian's negativity, you didn't understand how he could find anything flashy boring, it's supposed to be snow, all the kids his age (including you) loved the snow but he didn't even care

"Please Damian, the weather is perfect to go out and play or make snowmen, pleaseeee"

You begged him, putting your hands together. You had waited so long for it to snow like this and you weren't going to waste it and if you had to tie Damian up and drag him outside, you were going to do it

"For the last time, (name), I'm not going out and there's nothing that's going to make me change my mind-"

-

And there he was, with a coat bigger than his body, with his brow furrowed and his arms crossed, looking at you angrily while you happily made snowmen

You had bribed him with Alfred's cookies, saying that if he didn't go with you, you were going to eat them all

It was a price he had to pay, but he thought it wasn't worth it anymore

"Come on Damian, stop making that face and have fun instead"

You said happily as you built your snowman, you didn't understand how Damian could hate things as simple as snow or having fun, sometimes you felt like he was some kind of demon that hated everything that didn't have to do with kicking criminals or villains' asses

"Ugh, no thanks, I'm fine here away from your horrible snowman-"

Before he could finish his sentence a snowball hit him in the face causing him to almost fall

He wiped his face and a growl came out of his lips as soon as he saw you laughing in his face

"That's what you get for messing with my snowman"

You stuck your tongue out at him as you laughed, but as soon as you saw something approaching your face you quickly dodged it, apparently Damian tried to return the joke but failed

Wait a minute... WAS THAT A ROCK!? There was a stone hidden in the snowball, how dare that demon!

"You just signed your death warrant"

He said angrily as he grabbed many snowballs and threw them at you repeatedly

You tried to dodge them but Damian was too fast, but you didn't just sit back and decided to counterattack

This was going to be fun...

_

The two of you fell exhausted on the snow, both of you were covered in snow, the snow fight intensified and left you both tired

"Truce?"

You spoke tiredly looking at Damian offering him your hand as a sign of wanting to give up

"Truce"

Damian said reluctantly, he hated to admit it but you were a worthy rival for him in this snow fight

You let out a small laugh and then looked up at the sky, you had a lot of fun even though most of the time Damian tried to kill you by throwing rocks hidden in the snowballs

"(Name)..."

Damian spoke hesitating to tell you or not, you turned to look at him arching an eyebrow

"What's wrong?"

You said curiously

"I know it'll sound crazy but... I really had fun with you"

A look of victory formed on your face, you were glad that Damian had enjoyed this moment as much as you

"I'm glad, but next time don't throw rocks at me, I don't want to end up with a broken head"

"I don't promise anything"

Damian said letting out a small laugh, you looked at him seriously before laughing too

Maybe it wasn't so bad to have left his room

a little fluff before I make my reader insert suffer again

I had this story written a while ago but I never uploaded it because I wasn't convinced, but I decided to upload it anyway

If you notice any mistakes, it's because I didn't have time to correct the story

[girl-named-matty]

I'M GLAD YOU ASKED BECAUSE I WAS GONNA TALK ABOUT THEM ANYWAY!!! @celestial--sapphic.

Blair - So obviously as I semi-explained in the caption, Blair is Imelda's sister. Her older sister, to be exact. Unlike Imelda, Blair was sorted into Gryffindor house instead of Slytherin, and is a lot more outgoing, per se, than her younger sister. Blair is decently social as most gryffs are but she also only wants to socialize with certain people.

She loves quidditch and is the beater for the Gryffindor team. And as annoying older siblings do, she always tends to pick on Imelda more during matches (don't worry, Imelda matches her immediately lol) but the rivalry is certainly there.

Blair isn't a huge fan of reading but she does love art. Sketching, painting, whatever it may be, she loves it. Most of her homework has doodles on it or whatever paper she gets her hands on tbh. She's a big outdoorsy person and loves being out and about. The only time she "likes" reading is when Anastasia is the one reading to her.

And ofc because I love Arcane, I did get inspiration from Vi while making Blair's character. (Vi loves books tho don't come @ me)

Anastasia - Anastasia comes from a bit more of a "posh" background than Blair, one could say. She was raised in a wealthy family of pretty good status. Unlike Blair, as mentioned earlier, she loves reading and could spend hours doing it. Anything from plays to a textbook, it keeps her occupied and she likes it. She's found her own face doodled in Blair's notebooks several times but she's never told Blair that she knows--she thinks its a sweet gesture.

Anastasia does not play quidditch but she's always making it to Blair's games to cheer her on. She's not a super sportsy girl in the slightest but she certainly enjoys watching her girlfriend play them lol.

She's much more of an introvert than Blair is so often times its Blair BEGGING her to go out until she finally gives in but she is quite literally attached to the hip the entire time. Then an hour later she's like "baby can we go :(((" which is honestly so real.

and again since I can't help my arcane obsession, Anastasia is also inspired by Mel LOL

Relationship timeline - Blair and Anastasia met in their 3rd year at Hogwarts when they began taking the same elective, Divination. Anastasia noticed that Blair was struggling with her work and went to go help her out of the kindness of her heart. Ofc, 13-year-old Blair's brain who thinks Ana is rlly pretty immediately just goes dumb and she can hardly answer any of the questions.

Anastasia moved on from the moment afterwards but she continued to be on Blair's mind almost constantly. They became friends and hung out all the time, however it took three years of pining for Blair to actually say anything about it. In their 6th year, she finally confessed her feelings to Anastasia, practically just blurting them out as it was physically impossible for her to keep them quiet anymore.

Much to her relief, Anastasia had harbored the same feelings for her over that past year, a much shorter time than Blair's 3 years but they loved each other nonetheless.

After that, they entered their official relationship and are super happy <3

[monsamborabutterfly]

Finally had time to catch up on thamepo and oh boy I have a few things to say!!

1) I'm glad we're not getting a lame love triangle trope! I wouldn't have minded a cute Tamepojun ot3 moment but alas that's only for my fanon mind and that's okay really

2) I miss a cute little side couple moment okay?? I'm just a hoe for those and I'm a little sad we probably won't be getting any in this series (*cough* JunDylan *cough*....I want my nuthong ghost ship to sail okay leave me alone🤫🤫🤫)

3) saw an insta reel about how half of the script is made of eh? And I can't unsee it anymore it's so funny

4) the slow burn is getting to me cause I literally squealed like a little school girl about them holding hands

5) Po gulping at Thame buying condoms (allegedly) was way too funny lol my poor boy really thought he'd hold hands for several more years before even getting a kiss I just wanna smooch him he's so adorable

6) they've been teasing the kiss for forever I'm just praying it's gonna be a good one cause I love them so much but if the kiss doesn't feel right it wouldn't be the first time I'd lose interest in a pairing (I'm definitely not talking about wandee good day here) I have faith in them though 🤞🤞🤞🤞

7) also we better get a kiss next week cause damn a little slow burn is fun but this isn't a goddamn kdrama....like please do something I can't with all the tention

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

I didn't want to update this post, but I'm doing it anyway, and it's long. Be glad I'm putting a "Keep Reading".

The point of this post isn't that your local fascist can be anyone. The point of this post is that y'all can't recognize dangerously bigoted rhetoric for love or money. The point is that the people who have been raised to know when things are getting dangerous have been sounding the alarm bells for... I don't even know how long. I heard the first alarms in 2018 with Marjorie Taylor Greene's antisemitic dogwhistle-filled Facebook post about space lasers causing wildfires, and people have only gotten more vocal about what they've been seeing since then. We have been getting very loud, and a lotta y'all haven't been listening or have been falling headfirst into the rhetoric yourselves - your bigotry isn't righteous just because you believe in universal healthcare or whatever.

You can read all you want about Hitler's rise to power, or Mussolini, or any other of the I-don't-even-know-how-many authoritarian regimes, but that doesn't do jack shit unless you understand the rhetoric and when it goes from off color remarks to blaming a country's problems on groups of people. Bigotry is baked into the fucking foundations, and a lotta y'all know it but can't recognize it.

The point isn't that the sweet old lady who runs the community center can also be a rabid bigot and still be a bastion of goodness in the community, it's that some of us have been taught that it doesn't matter what that sweet old lady does once she mentions offhandedly how she wishes conversion therapy wasn't so looked down on anymore, or how the Jews have all the money, or how killing disabled people isn't a bad thing because they don't contribute to society. But no one listens when we point out that, with those beliefs unmasked even once, her being in charge of the community center is dangerous. Does that make sense? It doesn't matter who's saying what or whether you agree with them on other things or how nice they are if they say something like that and you know what they mean.

And a lot of us have been saying just that. Yet, now that the worst is happening, all the people who wanted to write us off are posting their revelations as if all of us thought Nazis and other rabid bigots were a mythical big-bad instead of the people who murdered our families and would gladly shoot us dead right along with them.

“I never understood how the Nazis rose to power until this year-“ don’t say that like we’re all in that position. Some of us have always known how it happened because we never had the luxury to not understand

[strxnged]

i can't listen to bluish anymore. that's so sad

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - Nobodies

[deoidesign]

"what do hands mean about a character?"

Their hands mean they love eachother

(webcomic)

[scoriarose]

I've been wondering for a while but how do you cohab your hognoses? How big is the terrarium? Do you have multiple basking spots? I can see multiple hides and the like and hognoses burrow too, so I'm curious about it.

I know baby hognoses can be cohabbed and start eating better, so does the same apply to adults? Do they have like their own favorite spots where the other one doesn't go?

It wasn't the original plan, but sometimes guidelines are a starting point and what an individual needs is different. While I would love the opportunity to explore the species as a whole and the benefits of cohabbing, I only have direct experience with these two very unique girls, and don't know if other snakes typically act like they do. Talking to other hognose keepers with multiple hognose snakes who let them socialize during play time it seems that most enjoy playing together.

That said, I wouldn't suggest an inexperienced snake keeper buy multiple hognoses with the plan of keeping them together. It can be dangerous if you don't know what you are doing, especially if those snakes are different sizes, sexes, and different aggression levels, among many other potential problems that go far beyond the topic of this answer.

Originally I got Scoria. I only planned to get one snake, but after a few months, seeing how sweet and friendly she was I thought she might benefit from a friend. I wasn't actively searching, just browsing casually every so often, until the day I saw photos of Sakura. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I looked her up again and saw their birthday was 4 days apart. I just had a feeling she was meant to be a part of our family and I've never regretted it. She needed us, and I can't imagine how she could possibly have had a happy life with anyone else, especially with how almost certainly she'd have lived it in isolation when she NEEDS a companion. They both adore each other, but Sakura can't live without Scoria.

Have you ever seen videos on the psychological study with monkeys and the cloth/wire "mothers"? It's incredibly sad, little baby monkeys were taken from their mother and given objects their only replacement. When I first got Sakura, she started displaying similar behavior with her motion activated camera, in addition to trauma reactions to human hands. She was easily startled and when scared would panic so badly she'd flail in blind terror, dunking herself in her water dish or throwing herself out of her enclosure and off the table (I thankfully always caught her if she fell so she was never hurt). Someone did something to her before I found her and she was petrified of human hands- it's like a dog that yelps and cowers when you go to throw a stick- they can't tell you exactly what was done to them but you can figure out they were mistreated.

She'd flee to her camera, as if she hoped it could help her. It reacted to her, so perhaps she thought it was alive. This poor sad scared creature clinging to the only comfort she had in a world she was alone and scared in. Constantly afraid. Wishing to just be able to feel safe for once, but not even being able to say no to being touched- she acted like she never had a choice before and it had done this to her. There were other signs she was mistreated, as she was nearly a year old when I got her, but she was so tiny she looked like a two month old. The breeder fed her enough to keep her alive, but as little as possible to maximize profits from selling her. She was always hungry and had food insecurity issues.

For Scoria's safety I had to quarantine the new snake- if she had an illness I didn't want it to spread. She was fine. I didn't realize the significance at the time, but a rock that had been in her enclosure I left on a table I let Scoria play on, and while doing her usual tongue flick she had a MASSIVE reaction to that rock. She went over to it and knew immediately this was not her own smell, this was someone else. That's how they first met, I suppose.

After that she saw her in her baby bin, and Scoria tried to free Sakura. Sakura wouldn't let me touch her, so I'd lure her into boxes and similar objects to carry her to the play area and sometimes outside Scoria's enclosure- she also tried to open Scoria's enclosure- both indicated they wanted to meet.

So I let them play together in a neutral place, a box with some vines to climb over and through. I was so scared they might bite or hurt each other. But no, both were curious and a bit cautious. They were friendly to each other and at the end put back in their own enclosures.

As time went on the pair started to bond, I think the biggest bonding points were during times something scared Sakura. I can't comfort her, a human terrorized her, me attempting anything would just make it worse. So I'd take out Scoria, and she understood. She'd see Sakura frozen in fear, flick her tongue on her, and comfort her, until she was relaxed and looking around again and calm. I think that's when Sakura realized Scoria was a friend, that she was kind to her. She had someone who finally made this terrifying world less terrifying.

One time when I was petting Scoria, who enjoys being pet, Sakura saw me touching her. To Sakura, touch=abuse, so in her mind the one being in all of existence who was her best friend was being abused. She had to have been scared, but in that moment she showed how much she cares for Scoria. She thrust herself between Scoria and my hand. She was trying to protect Scoria from being abused by doing the only thing she could- shielding her with her own body. This tiny little 12 ounce gummy worm was standing up to a massive giant that terrified her, trying to protect her only friend in the world. Scoria didn't understand what was going on, but I did, and I couldn't do that to poor little Sakura.

Scoria has helped Sakura so much, I don't think she'd be the same happy mentally well snake without Scoria. Still, there is a DRASTIC difference in personality if Scoria is around and if she isn't. If Scoria isn't around, Sakura tries to be brave but doesn't want you be touched, and is much more aloof, anxious, jumpy, and avoidant. But if Scoria is out and with her, Sakura is confident, curious, friendly, and relaxed. If I try to pick up Sakura she'll dodge - but if I'm already holding Scoria she'll want out and to be with her sister.

I say sister as they are only 4 days apart in age, but honestly Sakura treats Scoria like a mother. She races to her when she is afraid, she watches her to learn from her, she follows her and copies her, and trusts her judgement completely. Scoria, on the other hand, treats me like her parent, and does these behaviors with me. And while they mutually love each other, Scoria is upset if she doesn't get some time alone with me every day where I give her my full attention. She likes me doting on her, cuddling her, and telling her all the ways she is wonderful.

Anyways, when Sakura was in her baby bin and Scoria in her medium bin I put those on the same table top, and they'd fall asleep pressed against the side closest to the other.

I'd have to be blind to not see they wanted to be near each other. Still, stories of hognoses eating each other made me worried, so for many months I kept them in their own enclosures but let them play together daily during enrichment time.

Eventually I set up one of the two adult enclosures I bought- it's 4x2x2. I put Scoria's teen bin inside and gradually went from letting them play supervised, to leaving it open when I was home during the day, to any time I was home day or bought, to finally eventually leaving it open almost all the time. I say almost as after several weeks of them being together whenever they like, Scoria went into shed. Being blind and defenseless I thought it best to keep her separate until she could see again. Sakura took this as a declaration of war and was now a hostile frightened very unhappy snake. She was so mad. But once Scoria returned she forgave me. Knowing what I know, I can't separate them. They need to be together. They're best friends. They want nothing more than to cuddle and play with each other, and would sooner protect the other than do anything to hurt her.

I still have two adult enclosures. One is set up, the other never left its box. I can't separate them. It would be cruel. Knowing what I know, what I posted, and so many other things that would be way too much for one post- it would be heartless. But maybe the two can be combined into one really big enclosure when they become bigger.

As for favorite spots, sort of? During the day they go anywhere and everywhere and one will always find the other. If I take one out the other is anxiously waiting at the door to be sure she's alright. They seem to be fine if they see me take the other, but if one wakes up and can't find the other they get worried. During the day they often will be together, sometimes stuffing themselves into the same hide EVEN IF THEY ARE TOO BIG TO FIT IN THERE TOGETHER STILL. Silly. At night they choose their own separate dens or hiding places. Scoria favors the small moss hide or burrowing under the substrate. Sakura likes her wooden castle, castle tube, or hide under her paper hoarde. Sometimes they shake it up and Scoria is in the castle or Sakura is in a miss hide. I check on them every night and they're always in their own area to sleep.

So that's their story, and why they need to be together. I think cohabbing hoggies for their happiness and well being is something the community as a whole doesn't understand as well as it should, and bet most would be happier if in the least they had play time with other hoggies. From what I've seen from others who have multiple hoggies and let them play together supervised they are just like little kids who meet on a play ground and just start playing together having a great time. However, again, I wouldn't recommend someone not familiar with snakes and their care go buy two hognoses and put them in the same enclosure. I went with two young females the same age and size, and they were the ones who made the choice. I just had to accept it.

[meownotgood]

I've been reading your viktor fics and I'm so in love with the the way you potray him. Your writing is amazing!!! I just can't get enough

it means a lot to me that you would say that... thank you!!! I'm very glad to hear you've enjoyed my works 🥹

[dont-let-me-eat-pears]

gah, i just can't bear to watch lancelot die again :(((

[6okuto]

would u guys mind if i made a new tag list form and completely restarted them. be honest.

[forcedhesitation]

nothing I write could truly capture the way I feel, having finished corydalis' campaign. god. what a game. what an adventure!

[fitzselfships]

I really think Zooble is the best thing that has ever happened to me. They genuinely make me feel loved and they've helped me cope with stuff so much better than before and idk where I'd be without them <:]