#sorry for the major delay!

[hla-vrai]

hello dr freeman! it's nice to meet you!

[regular-gnome]

4. I can't belive you lost him

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[hazmatmaid]

Hi! So what ARE your Spamton headcanons? How do you like to portray him?

Mighty kind of you to ask! Apart from much of these being made with the help of @val-of-the-north, I've been intending to draw his known eras in life, and this is the perfect opportunity to detail each:

Addi Spamton:

He's just some guy. A young adult with some semblance of direction in life, but neither the know-how nor the skill to get there. Despite this, he still talks himself up with confidence you wouldn't otherwise expect from him.

If I ever have any "cutesy blushy uwu" interactions, I dump them all here, where I think he's young and inexperienced enough for it to make the most sense.

He once tried to sell home insurance to a hotel guest.

All of his buddies mostly pity him for his abysmal luck (or whatever else might be holding him back), rather than simply looking down on him, even if they are embarrassed to be seen with him.

Just as prone to bullshitting (and getting pissed off when he's called out on it) as his future selves.

I don't consistently include his hairline in this stage, I mostly just draw it for my own convenience.

Big Shot Spamton:

A Spamton who knows success to not only afford basic cost of living, but to have his name and face on every sign, screen, and soda in Cyber World (and possibly beyond). Naturally, because of his aforementioned ambition, and unlike his former peers, he doesn't question if he deserves any of it, having an obnoxious, arrogant "I told you so" attitude.

His idea of gifts to his old Addison buddies is his own merchandise (once couldn't attend one of their birthdays, and instead sent them a giant cungadero-shaped cake decorated with neon signs, sparklers, and a picture of him leaning out the window).

Ain't no way he's not spending bank on hookers and cocaine.

If he has a softer side at this point in his life, rarely anyone would see it.

Present Spamton:

A 40-something Spamton who has long since abandoned much of his morals and inhibitions, even somewhat before his downfall.

Down with murder: this doesn't necessarily mean that I just see him as a mindless killer. Far from it, in fact. His role in Snowgrave is to take advantage of it in a calculated manner once he sees what's going on.

He is capable of kindness (or as close as he can possibly get to it), but it's more him reciprocating someone else's kindness. Even if he does do this unprompted, he probably has to relate to them, or see himself in them on some level.

This version of him is where I am most prone to claiming other absurd, wacky things of him (not that his BShot self is exempt from this).

While I tend to see him at this point as mostly self-serving, conniving, and planning all manner of revenge/murder, I don't think he's entirely beyond redemption and saving, but it would probably take another whole route of character development for him to get anywhere close.

[abybweisse]

What if Snake realizes he's been lied all this time and plans revenge against Ciel? It feels like it's going to that direction and it will be sad since it would mean Sebastian would have to kill him. I love Snake so Yana-sensei should not get to that point 😭

Doll just recognized him-

I'm so sorry this ask has been sitting in my inbox for so long.

Now it seems that Snake won't have to worry about Sebastian killing him....

[pokege-ne-project]

Lief @Shadow: "You seemed kinda nervous when talking to that Purrloin, eh? Is there something more to that, or should I mind my business?" He had his usual nosy smile as he stood a ways from the Eevee, looking her in the eyes.

"I.. Er... What?" With the initial confusion "I only got upset when evolution got brought up, but that's no big deal- I just have things I don't like to bring up like, that's all!" Hopefully that didn't sound weird. It doesn't, it shouldn't. Everyone has those kinds of things.

The Purrloin grimaced in response to Lief's implication, then sighed. Besides the asinine assumption, he wasn't a fan of this strnager bothering an already tense tightrope.

"Oh, Shadow?"

Still, there was his mission to address. It might be best to encourage the stranger to return home, just in case.

"Would it be best to go ahead and get some berries? There's a basket nearby I can let you borrow."

"Uh... Sure...."

Though, Aeri couldn't help but give some 'random' advice to Lief, before he helped.

"Is everything okay??"

"Ah.. All's well. Apologies." It would be the best to retain composure, now would it?

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[flipcitrus]

Failure and Fallacy

Chapter 14 - Fire and Ice

Pairing: Gale/Halsin (brief references to Wyll/Astarion & Shadowheart/Laezel)

Summary: A number of the party are faced with highs and lows in their respective tepid ventures into something beyond cohabitation.

If asked, Gale would insist that it had simply been dust that had him misty eyed when Halsin had told him he wanted to be with him. The reality wasn’t exactly true. A little mortifyingly so.

After weeks of pining, almost losing the Druid on several occasions, the torturous build up of tension over the last few days and the last thirty minutes of a level of emotional and physical intimacy he could compare to very few of his past life experiences. At the acceptance of his offer of dinner, the dams had broken as Gale had choked back a sob and had flung himself with such force in the wood elf’s direction that he had sent his dearest toppling backwards, very nearly giving the poor man a concussion in the process, his fall - ironically - broken not by the vast assortment of cushions stacked around them but by the fabric of their thin and weather torn old bedrolls; the full weight of a fully grown adult wizard landing atop of him immediately afterward to add insult to quite possibly literal injury.

[a-little-unsteddie]

hello, hello, are you lonely?

WARNING: this is gonna hurt. like, a fuck ton. like i cried a lot while writing it.

loosely based off of the song ‘Mr. Forgettable’ by David Kushner. if you want a hint before reading, listen to that song.

(also tagged: Major Character Death)

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As all things in old age are, it was slow at first.

Steve would forget where he placed his keys the day before, or he would forget where he put the remote, or something similar. Things that on their own, didn’t really mean anything but a busy, distracted mind. That coupled with forgetting conversations that happened earlier in the day and forgetting important dates that he never would have normally forced the rest of the party to accept that Steve was declining mentally with his age.

At first, it was easy to pretend that nothing was wrong. Steve, outside of those moments of confusion, was still himself. He would play with the grandkids, he would cook, bake, do all of the things he loved doing.

Then, Steve started to forget people. Places. Time.

Eddie and Robin did their best to take care of him, make sure he was comfortable, but it was clear to everyone that Steve was declining. In the end, they had to admit him to the hospital, knowing that neither Eddie nor Robin were getting any younger. The rest of the party had argued, saying that one of them should take care of Steve, but Eddie and Robin knew they had their own lives—and when Steve was lucid, he agreed that he should be in the hospital.

That was three months ago now.

Since then, there had been plenty of rough patches. Days where Eddie and Robin would go in, and Steve would only recognize Robin, or the other way around. Days where Steve would ask for his mother, even though he had been cut off in his early twenties, and had been dead for a decade at least.

They (Eddie, really) had figured out that music helped Steve remember, but there were days where not even Eddie playing guitar would bring any recognition across his face.

It was like any other day, both Robin and Eddie were visiting, the kids—albeit, the kids had their own kids by this point, as mentioned—took turns visiting, and today Dustin was meant to be visiting later. It was an off day, meaning Steve barely recognized Eddie, let alone Robin. Eddie brought his guitar, as he did everyday. He had yet to get it out, testing the waters to see how Steve was doing.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie said, sitting next to him. The television in the room was playing softly in the background, some movie Eddie vaguely recognized. Steve’s gaze flickered to him, recognition flashing for a moment before he smiled warmly at Eddie.

“Hey, Ed,” Steve responded, smiling vacantly as he turned his gaze to Robin. “Who ya got with ya?” He asked, which caused the pit in Eddie’s stomach to sink deeper. Robin felt sick to her stomach at the thought of Steve not remembering her, but she knew he had no control over what was forgotten. She knew he was grasping at sand, holding tightly onto what he did have even as more slipped away.

“Hey, dingus,” she whispered, trying not to cry. It never got easier to be around Steve like this, but she would never abandon him to go through this alone. She knew his greatest fear was dying alone, forgotten in a hospital room, left to rot. She would die before she let that fear come true.

“This is Robin, you know her,” Eddie reminded gently, watching Steve’s eyebrows furrow as he tried to place a face to the name, but came up blank.

“I’m sorry,” Steve said to her, feeling it was important to let her know he was. He knew she was important, as he felt happy upon seeing her, but beyond that, there was nothing. He reached out to both of them, wanting to hold their hands. Eddie choked back a cry, putting his hand into Steve’s, who instantly laced their fingers together. Robin gripped Steve’s other hand tightly, smiling even as tears fell down her face. Steve smiled and went back to watching whatever was on the television, rubbing his thumb along their hands.

Robin looked at Eddie, “Where’s Dustin?” She asked softly, not to disturb Steve. The others had managed to visit in the last week or so, but Dustin was finally just able to get a flight in that day, so he would be the last one in this batch of visitors.

Eddie looked away from Steve’s face to look at Robin. “His flight was delayed, he should be arriving around 5.” Robin looked at the time, 2:12. She nodded, settling into the hospital chair next to Steve’s bed, content to watch whatever movie Steve was. Her eyes widened. It was Back to the Future. Her face crumpled, but she quickly schooled her expression into something less devastated. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“This is a good movie,” she said to Steve, who nodded.

“Me and my best friend were really high when I watched it the first time,” Steve said, which was just another stab in Robin’s heart. That was her that Steve was talking about. She let out an unsteady breath, closing her eyes tightly. “It’s still my favorite.”

“It’s my favorite, too,” Robin said in return, smiling softly at her best friend. Steve looked at her and grinned before turning his attention back to the TV.

An hour or so later, Eddie brought out his guitar. Steve lit up at the sight of the acoustic guitar, smiling excitedly.

“I love when you play, Eds,” Steve said excitedly, to which Eddie grinned.

“I know, sweetheart,” Eddie said, playing a few chords. As he played, Steve seemed to become more aware. After a few minutes of playing, Steve looked around with a frown.

“Where are the gremlins?” He asked, looking around the hospital room.

Eddie and Robin paused what they were doing to look at Steve in surprise. It had been several weeks since he asked after the kids using that term. It was something that he had lost early on in his decline. Eddie and Robin looked at each other apprehensively, eyes wide.

“Oh—Dustin, he’s flying, so he’ll be in soon. Lucas is visiting family up state, Max and El are with him. Mike and Will are looking at houses this week,” Eddie informed him, smiling warmly as his husband seemed to come to life.

“Good! I miss them,” Steve said, smiling. “It’ll be nice to have everyone around again. It’s been too long.” He said, leaning back against the bed.

Eddie and Robin made eye contact, smiling grimly at each other. They would take what they could get from Steve, but they knew this moment of clarity would soon pass. They had long since stopped hoping he would retain the clarity, having those hopes squashed early on in the process. The doctors had informed them that as he worsened, these moments of clarity would become less and less, and then would get one big moment of clarity before passing. Every time that Steve would remember, Eddie and Robin held their breath.

“Eds, can you play our song?” He asked, looking at his husband with such fondness, and who was Eddie to deny his husband anything?

“Of course, Stevie,” he said, beginning to strum the correct chords to the song. Steve hummed with it, looking at Robin.

“This was the song we danced at during our wedding,” he said, sighing deeply. “The best damn day of my life,” he said softly, smiling at Eddie.

Eddie smiled softly in return, “Best day of my life, too, baby,” he agreed with a nod. Steve laughed brightly, motioning Eddie over, who went closer easily. Steve pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss, causing Robin to pretend to gag even as joy filled her entire being. Moments like these it was easy to pretend that nothing was wrong, that Steve wasn’t sitting on his deathbed, waiting for the inevitable. Like they weren’t waiting for the inevitable.

“Oh, hush, Robbie,” Steve scoffed, which only caused Robin to laugh at him. Steve settled back against the bed, content to listen to the music that Eddie was playing. Robin felt like she was flying, though she knew this clarity wouldn’t last, she would savor it as long as it lasted.

The following hour was filled with Steve, Robin and Eddie talking and laughing about shared memories, reliving their youth through their memories. It was so rare that Eddie was able to see his husband—not literally, he saw him every day, he more meant that he so rarely saw the husband he married, so often he was lost in the fog inside his mind. Eddie was thankful for every moment they shared, knowing they were going to come to an end eventually.

Steve seemed to get more tired, settling down for a nap as Eddie played. He was still holding Robin’s hand and his other hand resting on Eddie’s knee, which was the only part of him he could reach without distracting Eddie’s playing.

“Hey Eds?” He asked, fluttering his eyes open. Eddie hummed, looking at Steve fondly. “Could you play our song again?” He asked, voice weak and quiet. Eddie’s guts twisted, and he pressed his lips together in a thin line as he started strumming the familiar chords.

“Yeah, Stevie. Always for you.” He said softly, trying to control his breathing as he played.

“Mm,” Steve hummed in return, his eyelids fluttering shut. “Love you, Eddie dear,” he breathed, before stilling.

“Love you, too, Stevie darling.”

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disclaimer: probably unrealistic alzheimers/dementia, sorry! i based some of it off of my grandpa, but he didnt have those, he had a different thing due to agent orange in the war?? i can’t remember—parkinsons?? maybe? either way, so loosely based off of that and what i read about alzheimers/dementia.

[fatherrussia-69]

Major Upload Delayed - Family members caught covid (lll￢ω￢)

Alright, didn’t get the major upload uploaded by the end of July and I don’t have much of an excuse other than two of my family members catching COVID and everyone having to go into quarantine for two weeks. (￣_￣|||)

BUT!!! ╰（‵□′）╯

We only have 1 thing left on the list to do, and it's the KidCelest (It's The Little Things That Matter) chapter. I have it planned out and all I need to do is write the chapter. q(≧▽≦q)

I'm not gonna make another "I'll get it done by this day here" or "You guys can expect this on this here" statement because if it isn't obvious: I Cannot Stick To A Deadline. (┬┬﹏┬┬)

However, what I will say is Better Late Than Never. o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

The Major Upload is coming and I need to get it done before Editor T and Henchman A have to go to school. I'm going to TRY and cram it out within the next few days and it doesn't help that each chapter is like 5,000 words long. Maybe even longer depending on what fic it is. ...( ＿ ＿)ノ｜

I really want to get this upload out of the way, because I have been ITCHING to get to chapter 60 for SSATW and finally write Noi's entrance (spoiler) along with getting to the other chapters in the Afterdark arc. I have so much planned for it and it's killing me having to wait any longer to write it. ಠ_ಠ

In the meantime, you guys can punch me in the comments for making ya'll wait, I definitely deserve it. ○|￣|_

[alfredosauce50]

Hello! Would it be alright if I requested an Alfred x Bestfriend! Reader?

For more information, both parties have known each other in high school and have been stuck to the hip ever since they were accepted into the same university. And while [Y/n] only has platonic feelings for Alfred, Alfred most certainly does not but still makes great strides mask it.

What makes things harder for him, though, is that [Y/n] is the type of person who takes pride in/finds it fun flirting with their friends without any romantic strings attached.

But they're also the type who enjoys diving into deep philosophical and nerdy conversations, talking about stuff like solipsism (the belief that everyone around you was created by your own mind) and then suddenly hitting Alfred with a: "If everything around me is just my imagination... then you're the best thing I've come up with."

Absolutely! I have to say, the dynamic was a little hard to nail, but I tried my best while staying true to the characters. I’ve included all those little details, so I hope it’s to your liking 🥹 This is also probably a lot more than what you’re expecting too but I really do hope you enjoy what I wrote. It’s a fun and whimsical supernatural fantasy, but above all, *imaginative* which is important for the quote to work 😉

Let me know what you think of it ❤️

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Hey Crowie i wanted to ask what you think of the Jacob x maxwell ship

I personally dont like it AT ALL (for probably obvious reasons)

The ship gives me the biggest ick when i see it

I mean i get it when people ship these two i mean they had chemistry im not gonna deny that

But after Maxwell try to take this chemistry and blow children up with it

kinda went down the drain for me

Hey nonnie, sorry for not getting back to you sooner, but there's so much I have to process with this ship, that it took some time to get my thoughts together in a cohesive manner.

(I am also going to warn anyone who chooses to read this; this response will be long, peppered with some likely unpopular opinions, and deal with the subject of mental/emotional manipulation and abuse. So, please read at your own discretion.)

Anyway, to answer your question, I'll get right to the point:

I don't like this ship.

While I can see the appeal of it at the beginning for some people - two charismatic men with a similar style of how to deal with things tearing through London with the claims of how free from society they are - for me, the appeal just never fully clicked.

In truth, Roth struck me as manipulative, controlling, and kind of creepy from the start.

Why, you ask? Let us examine the various situations, so I can explain.

The signs are there, if you look. One of the most obvious examples of this is the baby rook in the cage that Roth fawns over, obviously symbolizing young, impressionable Jacob and how Roth wants to keep a leash on him.

In other words: Roth promises freedom, but on HIS terms.

Which begs the question, were Jacob to continue his partnership with Roth after the incident with the children, and even enter into a romantic relationship with him, what would that mean for the young man?

Take a look at every single mission with have with Roth; he's the one calling all the shots and telling Jacob what to do, and Jacob, barely knowing anything about the man, goes along with it, swept up in Roth's charming persona, flattering words, and freedom dogma like a moth drawn to a bright flame. (So much for learning his lesson after dealing with someone who had a similar appeal; namely one Pearl Attaway, am I right?)

Additionally, just think of what all Roth wants Jacob to do for him:

Destroy explosives in a train station and steal a train engine? Done.

Kidnap a bunch of random people? No problem.

Plant dynamite around a workhouse? Sure thing.

Why?

All in the name of putting a dent into Starrick's empire - the main goal Jacob is obsessed with achieving, and what drives a good chunk of his personal story.

And with that knowledge, Roth has Jacob, hook, line and sinker. The boy is now Roth's to use as he damn well pleases.

And Jacob, finally getting positive attention, for a change, is willing to do as he was asked of Roth. Anything to keep that constantly bruised ego stroked. However, we all also know Jacob doesn't take well to being told what to do or have to follow rules - you only need to look to his interactions with Evie to see that - so how long would he stand for having to follow what Roth says before starting to push back? This is the very thing we see play out when the time comes for the duo to blow up the workhouse with the children inside.

In a moment of newfound maturity, and realizing the weight his previous actions have brought and what his future ones could bring, Jacob finally wakes up, listens to his moral compass ("But not like this!"), and does the one thing that's sure to put him on Roth's bad side: defy him.

And what comes of this daring action?

The partnership is immediately dissolved.

Roth sends Jacob a final letter and his "invitation" to the theatrical performance to be put on later that evening. But while the letter drips with a cordial air and sounds normal and civil, what's enclosed in the accompanying box is anything but; lying in there is the same baby rook Jacob saw Roth fawning over a while back, now dead, its neck snapped. (Could he have been fantasizing about snapping Jacob's neck when he did that? Who knows?)

Now, if that doesn't scream "you're dead to me" from Roth, I don't know what does.

However, that is only the beginning of true show of the cruelty Roth is capable of.

Soon comes the next step: blame.

Lewis tells Jacob after delivering the box with the dead bird, "You should be warned, Mr. Frye, when Roth is angry with one, he generally brings suffering the many."

This is only further re-enforced by Roth's dialogue in the Alhambra theatre that's clearly directed towards Jacob:

"Tonight's performance immortalizes and is for the benefit of a young fellow very near and dear to my heart. Any concerns or complaints may be addressed to him. Jacob, dear boy, tonight is for you!"

"Oh, my! Are your principles drifting, dear?"

"Are you trying to repent, my dear? It is not too late to join me in my grand finale."

"Go on, toast them! Your move, Jacob, my dear! Burn, burn, BURN!"

Address concerns to Jacob? Him needing to repent? As you can see, Roth is blaming Jacob for the theatre burning and all the deaths that could come from it, despite the fact it was Roth who started the fire out of anger towards the young man. In the situation with the children and the workhouse, Jacob did nothing wrong, yet Roth tries to frame the scenario as if the young man did. Why? Because Jacob went against Roth's wishes.

Hmm, Person A doing something terrible and blaming Person B for the action, usually with the claims of "You made me do this. This is your fault"? Sounds an awful lot like an abusive relationship, does it not?

Roth feels betrayed, but in actuality, it was Jacob who was.

And unless you've been in a relationship, romantic or otherwise, where someone appears like they have your best interests in mind at the beginning but then suddenly turn on you when you don't do what they want ("disobey them", if you will), the horrible consequences of that may not be something some (not all) of those who ship Jacob and Roth fully understand. I myself, dealt with exactly this sort of thing ironically around the time I first picked up Syndicate, so being fresh off of my godawful experience and seeing what I dealt with reflected in Jacob and Roth's relationship only turned me off of the idea of them being involved romantically even more.

Speaking of romantically, another unpopular opinion I honestly have is, I never picked up on anything of the sort from Jacob's side. With Roth, the attraction was obvious, but I didn't know there was intended to be some from Jacob's end until I started seeing posts with comments from the game's lead writer about it. (Which, from a technical standpoint, I think is piss poor writing on their end, if you had fans arguing about it. If you wanted it to be clear, make it clear. Don't dance around the subject and then get mad when people don't interpret the piece of media the way you want.)

Even if they were to start a relationship, I believe it would never be equal; Roth is just too narcissistic and self-serving for that. He would want constant control - something we've already seen displayed in the game. So, I imagine that Jacob would quickly begin to feel suffocated by it and want out. Again, if he couldn't stand his sister telling him what he can and can't do, why would he choose to remain with a lover who does the same thing, just in a different manner?

But going back to how I saw their interactions; to me, I always interpreted Jacob as viewing Roth more as a mentor or father figure that he never had, but always wanted. Someone who would not chide or disprove of Jacob's more chaotic and unconventional methods the way his own father and sister did.

And before anyone comes after me, this is not me attempting to erase Jacob's sexual orientation or saying that he can't have a healthy relationship with a man. But that's the key word there: healthy.

What little Jacob and Roth had was not healthy, and at this point, I don't care how much the lead writer tried to spin it into a love story, because there was no love involved. Lust, maybe, but not much more than that. Also, again, if they wanted to up the ante on Jacob's journey in his sexuality, they should've portrayed it in a more positive light, not had his first kiss with a man be a negative experience with a non-empathetic narcissist who only did things because "why not?" (Besides, wouldn't an experience like that actually frighten Jacob away from exploring that side of his orientation for some time, because he is afraid of getting hurt again? Just some food for thought.)

So, to wrap things up, I will never understand why people would want Jacob to be in a relationship where he wouldn't be properly respected and taken care of, when he really deserves that. Now, I'm aware that there are people who are aware of the canon depiction of Jacob's and Roth's relationship and instead place the RothFrye relationship in an AU where Roth isn't a psychopathic asshole, and he and Jacob have a successful partnership, and to each his own. I indulge in AUs all the time, so I will not judge others for doing so. I just cannot, in good conscience, partake in those ones for RothFrye myself. It's just too personal, too legitimately triggering, and just rubs me the wrong way.

My apologies for the lengthiness of this post, but honestly, I have a lot of thoughts on this ship and this vent, if you will, was a long time coming. If you got this far in reading this, thank you for taking the time to do so, and to the anon who asked, I do hope this answered your question on my opinion of this ship. Also, to those who ship it, please do not read this post as a personal attack; that was not the intention of this post. I merely gave my opinion based on what presented in the game, and if yours is different, you do you.

After all, at the end of the day, it's just fiction.

[zuppizup]

In Fuel the Pyre, Rayla's parents have been decoupled, but in A Simple Life,they haven't. So, in your AU, did they get out recently, or are you just going to change that?

if they did just get out, how do you think they would react to the fact their daughter is a fully grown adult now and they have a grandchild?

The issue of Rayla’s parents was actually the main reason I put off finishing Fuel the Pyre for so long. I had the plot bunny for that fic since not long after I decided to explore that Rayllum family dynamic, but I was trying not to add any more long fics to my WIPs. I didn’t want to deal with decoining in the fic (what can I say, I’m lazy) but I had various ideas for how canon was going to tackle the subject and the resulting dynamic as a result.

In the end, I procrastinated long enough that canon got me to a place where I felt like I could just handwave the decoining and kinda deal with things how I predicted they’ll go canon-wise.

This resulted in me retconing some of the prior published stuff in the series, so if you re-read, some of the chapters have been removed/replaced and a disclaimer placed on them.

So, in Fuel the Pyre, though it’s not referred to directly, I’m assuming Moon fam were decoined chronologically in season 6. Callum has a relatively good relationship with Tiadrin, Lain and Ethari, but he’s not exactly close with Runaan (personality wise, as well as their obvious history). They do make nice for Rayla’s sake, but they’re not close.

I think regardless of when Moon fam get out, they’ll likely be shocked to see Rayla in a relationship with Callum (human primal mage, and a prince) but what will win them over will be how devoted they are to each other. Either in canon or in Fuel The Pyre, there are bigger fish to fry and they’ll realise they need to put aside personal issues for the greater good, seeing how much Rayla and Callum love each other in the process.

[maslows-pyramid-scheme]

I think the reason people bully each other within marginalized communities is because they know they can’t actually hurt the people who do have the power to harm them. That resultant feeling of impotence and anger finds an outlet in lateral aggression. Bullies justify their behavior to themselves in all sorts of ways but it always ends with, “Well, they deserve it!” The conclusion is that these people don’t actually hate cruelty: they only hate it when it’s happening to them. As long as they are the ones wielding them, they view cruelty and callousness as useful tools. With this attitude radblr will win hearts and minds? I don’t think so.

But the good news for a lot of women here is that it’s never too late to change.

That's a fair point; hurting others feels like doing something, even if the something doesn't actually help anyone or challenge any social disadvantage at all... I used to be a bit of a cyber-bully and I mostly got mean when I was upset about something else.

(But, like, most of my targets were kind of asking for it - flirting with children, making offensive comments about marginalised groups, asking for freaking f**t pics.)

It probably doesn't help that radblr is an online space infested with abusive personalities and lonely women. If certain groups are deemed acceptable punching bags, then it's not really bullying to bully to send them a few mean messages, right (/s)?

[stoicstoryteller]

@unyieldingstar

“Hey— if you keep going in that direction, you’ll bump into the pole!”

He had barely caught a glimpse of the woman wandering forward seemingly aimlessly and scrambled forward to grasp her arm in an attempt to pull her back safely before it spirals into an incident that would potentially result in injury for her. Haochen would feel terrible if he didn’t at least try to stop her before then as an obvious witness to it.

[lilmeowmeowsagelesath]

trying not to get annoyed and sound ungrateful but damn. why can’t this new feature just wait till the NEXT update to be added 😭😭😭

[autism-corner]

erm

[hawthxrnerps]

11A Seph/Your Choice

Gif Starters: Part 3 - The Electric Bootyloo

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Seph's fingers were curled tight with a firm grip at the fabric that was wrapped around the other male's neck, usually not one to be so rough, his patience had been tested. He hated going into the city, it was always too loud and populated for the reclusive summoner, he liked it out here in the woods where he'd only hear birds and beasts.

Yet he had the 'glorious' idea to take on an apprentice, one that he wouldn't admit he was a little too smitten with at times, but he slammed and fucked into the younger man with such strength, the sound of his hips slamming to the other's ass echoed amongst the chamber around them. He wasn't being gentle, he was frustrated with every intent on taking out his frustrations on him.