#the cat is out of the bag

[mayapapaya33]

Damn, Vordo (And I assume Ethedok) have been trapped in Predathos' stomach being slowly digested for millennia or even eons? And Bells Hells wanted to risk condemning the rest of the Gods to this fate? Cuz reasons? What the fuck guys?!

(Not to mention this does count as attempted Genocide, the Gods are a species, they (were) ?Born? ?Created? ?Always Existed? ?Sprung into being? like this, so it is a bit discriminatory to be like; No! Bad! Kill them all! Just putting that out there...)

Yes, they are more powerful than mortals. Someone is always going to be more powerful than you, it's unfair, that's life. With all the Gods gone, someone will still be more powerful than you. OR you'll be more powerful than them. Something WILL fill the power vacuum and to pretend it won't is foolish. (Everything will be sunshine and roses comparatively until the eldritch abominations from the astral plane or wherever find Exandria and decide to make a new home with all the tasty snacks on it now that BH has (potentially) driven away the planet's most powerful defenders). And let's be real, the power structure set up Exandria has (had?) going with the Divine Gate and divine and arcane magic is about as good as it's ever going to get with a species and power difference that vast imho.

This hatred of the Gods I've seen both in the campaign and from some fans is the exact same sort of hatred Lex Luther has for Superman if we're being real. He hates Superman because he's stronger and faster and could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted and almost no one could stop him. And I get that feeling, it's understandable. No one likes feeling small or powerless. But Superman doesn't WANT to do any of that, and it's not his fault he has superpowers.

The light of our yellow sun grants Superman's powers, like the collision with Reality granted the God's domains of power to them. And the only times there is terrible damage and trauma and strife is when Luthor picks a fight and then there are city blocks leveled. Meanwhile Superman is like, hey, would you please chill, I really don't want to be a dictator or anything I swear, I just want to rescue kittens from trees and stop bank robbers and prevent the occasional alien invasion. The only difference as far as I can tell, is that Superman is the main character of his story, and The Exandrian Pantheon aren't the main characters of this one.

And before anyone says anything, Yes, the Calamity was the Gods fighting each other, but I just want to remind everyone once again, that mortals are the ones that kicked that event off in style. The Betrayer Gods were in jail, they were dealt with. Vespin Chloras and The Ring of Brass majorly fucked the world over. (The Ring of Brass also helped save the world, but they helped almost destroy it first so it kind of evens out a bit I guess lol. Is that how that math works? That doesn't feel right.)

As for everyone chanting that the Primes should have just killed the Betrayers... for starters, are you also this pro death penalty in real life? I highly doubt it just based on CR's core demographics lmfao. And second, they already explained that there were some threats in the universe that required the combined might of all of them to face. And I am NOT convinced that they only meant Predathos. That is one hell of a gamble to assume that! (Not to mention they're family and the sole survivors of a terrible cataclysm and refugees in a strange land and they love/hate each other).

Long spiel short, yikes! BH might be the bad guys. Uh Oh!

(I know they were talking about controlling it, but like, how? And to do what? Chase the Gods away? And for how long? Forever? Seems like a somewhat ill-conceived plan lol).

[kittydoremi]

Chapter 7 of Sonic and The Cursed Bracelet is now up!

[creationfromnothingness]

Frank E Hollywood: The Cat Is Out Of The Bag, 2018

[bh0stgusters]

[catdile]

Instincts, embarrassingggggggg !!!!!!

[chimaerakitten]

God it really fucks me up that “the bitter end” is a nautical metaphor that has nothing to do with bitter as in flavor. That’s so wrong

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

Huaisang can feel his gaze on him. Feel him taking him apart and he doesn't try to hide. He's too tired for that and there's no point in it either. When the judgement comes, he emits a sound that's somewhere between a huff and laughter. "You sure know how to smooth talk, Wangji. Unfortunately for some, this corpse still has a pulse and is trying to remain that way." An odd statement for someone who continuously refuses to eat. Huaisang doesn't take offence by the comment, he knows the other well enough that it is not meant as offensive, just as a statement. It's not like it is a lie. He is fully aware that he doesn't look good right now.

When told that he is a guest, something hardens in Huaisang's gaze. Back straightening as he looks straight into Wangji's eyes. "If I am a guest, then tell Lan-zongzhu that Nie-zongzhu would like to return to Qinghe and see how he reacts. Being a guest implies I am free to leave, which I am not." There is no way Xichen would allow him to leave. Not when he had promised Jin Guangyao to take care of him and his instability. An instability that doesn't exist. Huaisang hadn't tried to kill Guangyao in any way, shape or form. Not yet. Of course, Xichen, as always, took Jin Guangyao's side over anyone else.

"Do you? I'm not so sure you do. I thought er-ge knew me too, but I was wrong." Huaisang wishes he hadn't told him anything, but he had truly believed that Xichen would listen. That he would discreetly look into things, not go straight to Guangyao and just ask him. What kind of idiot did that? "You can stay, but I truly am not good company, as you have already noticed." It has already been made clear that Huaisang is more than a little upset. That he feels angry and betrayed. It's not Lan Wangji who has caused this, yet, he gets the effect of those feelings.

When asked about the food, he sighs. based on what little the other has already said, it seems like Xichen told him nothing. Huaisang presses a hand against his forehead, his headache seemingly intensifying in an instant, before downing the last of his tea.

"Er-ge told you nothing?" It sounds like a question, but it's more like a statement. "I'm not here of own free will. I'm here because Jin Guangyao murdered da-ge and now he's after me. I don't eat because the food might be poisoned by one of his spies." There it goes. It has been told. If Xichen didn't believe him, why should Wangji?

Lan Wangji's eyebrows furrow slightly at Nie Huaisang's conclusion of his station: a prisoner. Has Lan Xichen named him such? The Lan sect leader, albeit cold with the delivery of his news, ensured that all juniors were aware of just how sickly the Nie sect guest was. This spiritual retreat in the middle of a mountain range is something that the world deems a privilege. The Gusu healers are unparalleled in their musical tuning but Lan Wangji does not seem to pick up an instability inside of Huaisang that may point to his distraught soul and spiritual alignment. There is an obvious physical alteration of him and naturally a solemn air hangs above him.

"You look like a corpse." Lan Wangji states flatly when Huaisang averts his eyes from the food. He does not mean to offend, it is a mere observation, although most would find Wangji's crude comment an unsightly attempt to dehumanize. Such an implication escapes him entirely. He cares for medicine but does not employ the help of his guqin. "Even if you were a prisoner and we were a monster, we would have treated you fairly." Lan Wangji pauses, clearly bothered by this self-assigned title. "You are a guest." He corrects and stares at the offered bowl. He does not want to insist and would rather like to avoid that confrontation.

To Huaisang's presumptions of being a worse company than whatever Lan Wangji may prefer, the second heir of Gusu answers: "I know you." He drinks, taking breaks from speech and waiting for the damp jasmine to settle in his throat before speaking again. He monitors his counterpart's cup, ensuring that it does not grow dry. Despite his sharp gaze, his tone remains even. "Ask me to leave, and I will." He ignores the excuse-seeking tone and despite Lan Wangji's appearance at Huaisang's pavilion being for many factors, medicinal and curious, he sways the rule-breaking conversation elsewhere.

"Is this food poor on your stomach? If there is something you would like instead, I will bring it for you." His eyes find Huaisangs.

[faxaway]

gavin's smoke break ends with him one whole cat richer

[seirindono]

The Missing Scarf VIII - part 49

Current status: on the run

... so no sleepover?

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[fischyplier]

What is your favourite part of the first episode?

[sharks3ye]

Uuagh... okay this is it.. this au cant get more obvious than this

[bh0stgusters]

[catdile]

‘cat’s out of the bag madame’

this au was bound to happen

[thebramblewood]

Naomi's drunk with power and hot for boss. What could go wrong?

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Naomi: Pssssh, that's nothing. Beat this, ghost girl.

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Naomi: Hmm. This feels correct.

Don't go spreading the word, but one day this entire operation will be mine. But don't worry. You're coming straight to the top with me, birdy.

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Coworker 1: Put that thing out now! God, it's like you're begging to be fired.

Naomi: It's cute that you think he'd let someone with my potential go.

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Coworker 2: Hey, we should all go out for drinks after work one night!

Coworker 1: Oh, that could be fun.

Naomi: Good idea. Just asking for a friend... Is the boss man single?

Coworker 2: Oh my God, you're totally crushing on him!

Naomi: What's wrong with that?

Coworker 1: It's completely inappropriate! You're his subordinate.

Naomi: For now.

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Naomi: Death by Killer Rabbit trending down? Not on my watch! I'll write up a proposal to implement petting zoos across the globe. Grim will love it.

[outer-andromeda]

Ok so I have no idea why this popped into my head, but for some reason I think Gabby kinda looks like a Chow Chow dog

I now want to draw him as a Chow Chow dog

ODKSHSKSH OHMYGOD. YOU'RE SO RIGHT FOR THIS ACTUALLY.

It's the floof and round face ain't it /hj

... Also is it a good time to mention that Raph and his uncle have a dog or-

[cleverreports]

We report sometime between astronomical dusk and nautical dusk - either way, the sun is now several degrees below the horizon, and the night chill has already well settled in. The cumulus congestus are still tall in the sky, leftover potential of warmer hours.