#that place is foul

[ananke-xiii]

I'm 100% convinced that Mary left that bunker because it reeked. "I need time and... space" was a formal way to say that the place kinda sucked. She was way too nice about that and they didn't take the hint. I think she should have told it like it was.

Dusty, no fresh-air, no sunlight, probably mouldy underground military hospital/ sad gentlemen's club closed off for decades and exclusively inhabited by lonely, repressed men and their solitary hormonal needs and general locker-room-level of BO.

Yeah, if I were back from the dead you couldn't pay me to live there, my coffin would literally smell better. No thank you. Let my girl enjoy open, fresh air and feel warm sunlight on her alive-again skin. And nice perfumes and fragrant scents.

[emahriel]

i deactivated my two twitter accounts (main/priv), kept the 3rd that i only use to see comments on tweets friends send me, and i accidentally liked ONE post from larian. i open twitter again, and all i see now on my feed is the most annoying tweets from ppl complaining about bg3 stuff???? like why am i only being shown the negative crap on that app, is2g

[heartorbit]

can i get a magical girl set please

[poebrey]

Imagine getting adopted after your parents were brutally murdered through circumstances that were seemingly your fault, being told that it was so you could serve as both an experiment (for your foster father to prove humans could follow Vulcan teachings) and a tool (for your foster brother’s development), seemingly failing both of them, then later being told by your foster mother who you thought you had a healthy relationship with that the reason you were given as much love and affection as you were when you were a child was because it had to be denied to the child she really wanted to give it to, her real child. Oh and that she thought you were the reason your family was falling apart. Michael is a better person than me because I would’ve said fuck everyone and taken a nap.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Now i don't wanna flood your page with sagau melusine creator AU but i just need to get this off my chest

We were walking around somewhere near the shore when someone, who still wouldnt believe that were the real creator tried to hurt us until a water-like silhouette of human us jump in and beat them up before dissolving into water again

Legacy about to get ready to fight before staring at the sight in awe

*drops this and runs*

oh, this is a lovely way to incorporate the Creator's past human form!! i could make lore with this

Foul Legacy trills in surprise, watching the hydro visage fall back into the sea, astonished. the human he just saw, even when made of water, is both a stranger and achingly familiar. he shakes his head and catches your gaze- there's an almost longing look in your eyes, waving your little mitten halfheartedly goodbye. Legacy tilts his head with a worried croon, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge, right over one of the swirling, shimmering scars on your skin, and your antennae droop just a bit. that was you, just now. you before being hunted and slain, subjected to everyone's hatred. his wings flutter in distress at the sight of your downcast expression, carefully pulling you into a delicate hug once he gets the little nod of permission, the sigh he always always waits for to touch or hold you in any way

Childe understands. at the beginning, and even now at times, he felt the same way when using Foul Legacy's form. almost like he was merely watching his actions from the outside. but you can't go back to being human- not yet, anyway- and while you do love your Melusine self, you can't help but also be reminded of everything you lost, just because you wore your own face. Legacy croons to you, claws gently wrapped around your hands as he conjures up a tiny narwhal made of water, just for you. it flips and twirls in midair, floating around your head, and for a moment he sees your eyes shine with that signature sparkle again, drawing a soft, happy purr from the Abyssal monster

one day you'll be able to turn human again, he hopes. and until then and after, he'll protect you

[batsplat]

OT3: casey stoner/his neuroses/the concept of valentino rossi that mostly exists in casey’s head

y'know I have this casey stoner... idk what it is. thematic mind map (literal), let's say, that I like fiddling with and adding things to when the mood hits me. and it does always strike me just how many of his struggles during his careers and issues with the sport can in some way be linked back to the valentino rivalry

casey's sense of isolation? super valentino related. casey's feelings of cultural alienation in a paddock dominated by europeans? even when it's not really related to valentino, casey is the one linking those two things together. casey's issues with other riders not being respectful enough on track? very obviously repeatedly about valentino. casey's discomfort with the performance and entertainment-related aspects of the sport? more valentino. casey feeling treated unfairly by the manufacturers, the media, the marshals, the fans.... keeps coming back to valentino. casey's mystery illness really shouldn't be as relevant to the rivalry as it is, but somehow through this combination of public discourse and whatever comparisons casey's brain is cooking up at any moment in time... there valentino is again

one of the most charming things about valentino's feuds is that in each and every single one, both participants end up being deeply weird about each other? just keep knocking off these banger quotes about the other where you read them and go. hm. what's going on there then. I don't want to make it sound like I think casey is the worst offender with this (not when marc and valentino have their whole thing going on, bidirectionally)... but I do think he's the most susceptible to conflating his valentino issues with like... everything else that was going on in his career. to the extent where his alienation with the sport as a whole, his extreme disillusionment from everything related to motogp, really cannot be meaningfully disentangled from the valentino rivalry. at times it feels like, to casey, valentino literally is the sport. and that's the thing casey dedicated his whole life to!! which means you do inevitably end up regularly going 'wow there's a lot to unpack'. add in a dash of neuroticism...

and yeah you're so right anon!! the neuroses are what end up creating the version of valentino that mostly exists in casey's head, a version that casey is just a touch obsessed with. I always think it's interesting how aware casey is that he doesn't know valentino as a person - and to the extent casey does know him, he gets on pretty well with him... but valentino the person isn't all that relevant to him. it's valentino the character who matters - and can you even really know a character? in the end, all casey can do is rely on his own understanding of that character, as imperfect as it is. and, well, in a way casey is trapped with that character forevermore. if one man comes to embody a sport to such an extent and if that sport has been your life's work, how can you not be a little bit trapped? as he tries to make his peace with the sport and his experiences within it, so too has casey settled on a narrative of valentino that helps him make sense of it all... a very specific understanding of his rival that casey has shaped in his mind and still trots out now when he sells his own version of events to the media. casey learned from valentino, casey learned to be a little more like valentino, casey learned to fight valentino with his own tools, casey tells himself a story of that fight. he still continues to do so - and in the end he will never be entirely free of valentino

[dual-cetacean]

"Nine heads for the origin that started it all."

Heyo! It's been a bit, sorry for the wait! But I have a little time on my hands right now so I was able to edit this chapter. Please enjoy as we go back to Nine's POV.

[alfairy]

Me singlehandedly fighting off all those aliens in the quiet place in order to save that damn cat

[sehtoast]

absolutely criminal that i'm not currently posted up in the snuggle station with homelander

[paper-lilypie]

A Quiet Place: Day One is STELLAR oh my fucking god

[kookyburrowing]

i think alpha-17 hates kids in theory but he’s like those guys whose families get dogs or whatever and then he gets really attached. he is definitely not happy about it but he’s attached.

[caliburn-the-sword]

option 1:

option 2 (there are many examples for this this is just the funniest one in my opinion):

option 3:

option 4:

[xthelastknownsurvivorx]

we were absolutely robbed of orion flirting (either overtly or more subtly) with some of the men for information

[sluckythewizard]

FORGOT I CAN POST STUFF HERE. HERE, CHECK OUT THESE BEASTS I SCRIBBLED UP A WHILE BACK

[cheerleaderman]

Who are these people ????

FOULWORTH? It was foul to have that name even appear on my screen

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

had the realization that Foul Legacy would absolutely ADORE Natlan's hot springs.

you have to get special permission from the People of the Springs, since they need to let everyone know about the intimidating but completely harmless Abyssal beast splashing around in their waters- thank Archons for Mualani and her ability to handle this situation. once that's covered, though, you and Legacy have a blast soaking in the hot water, letting it seep into your aching bones and muscles and wash away the stress. rarely do you have the time to actually put down your work and take some time of leisure, Legacy even less so because of Childe's Harbinger duties. he's a Hydro user too, so he's perfectly happy with turning over and diving beneath the waves, letting the water roll off of his back and chittering gleefully. occasionally he'll duck under, playfully stalking you before bursting up and showering you with droplets of warm water and mischievous trills and clicks.

he feels like a whale under the water, gliding through the depths of the ocean. perhaps it was like that once, back when he was alone and trapped beneath the world of Teyvat, with only dread birds and shadows to keep him company. the time you enjoy the hot springs is still dark, twilight far behind you. it would scare people a bit less, you reason, if you two take the evening hours rather than the busy, crowded daytime. Foul Legacy doesn't mind. right now, it's just you and him. you, him, and the vast night sky above, twinkling with countless stars. Legacy swims to your side and nuzzles against your shoulder, nudging his head insistently under your chin until you laugh, reaching a hand to bury in his thick coppery hair, and your Abyssal moth monster purrs deeply in the wonderfully warm water.

he feels like a whale, swimming amongst the sea of stars, a brave adventurer by his side to chart them all.