#this has come up for me a bunch of times with a bunch of different airlines)

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

Kill my time // Quinn Hughes

In a city full of lonely people, I just want you all to myself

summary: birthday celebrations causing jealousy while struggling to turn a certain age

warnings: drinking, clubbing, smut (18+)

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“I can’t believe I’m going to a bar like I’m in my early twenties again.”

I smoothed my dress down, picking apart everything wrong with me as I looked in the mirror. Turning thirty felt like my world was about to collapse, and what made it worse was knowing my boyfriend was only turning twenty five just two days after me.

“Not to mention with a bunch of guys who are twenty one.” My roommate added as she fixed us a couple of drinks. I saw her bring out a bottle of tequila, knowing I was going to be in for a long night.

“Ugh, what did I get myself into?”

“Girl, it’s fine! Quinn doesn’t care about your age so why should you?” She asks, passing me whatever concoction she made. A took a small sip, realizing it was tequila and soda…more like tequila with a splash of soda.

Deep down I knew she was right, because when I told Quinn I was older than him it didn’t phase him at all, I completely expected him to run. He told me the idea of being with someone older was a big turn on for him, something he didn’t discover until he met me. As for me, it didn’t matter what age the men were I dated, they were all extremely immature. I knew it was a risk with Quinn but he definitely didn’t act like men his age. After all he was the captain of an NHL team, he had to have a strong head on his shoulders.

An hour later I was making my way through a busy drunken crowd, holding onto Quinn’s hand for dear life. For whatever reason, his teammates chose this club to celebrate his birthday tonight. Wouldn’t have been my first choice, and I don’t think Quinn was thrilled on it either but he was too quiet to say anything. We always made the best of a bad situation and I knew tonight wouldn’t be any different. House music and lights were bouncing off the walls, making it hard to focus on where we were going. We finally got into our booth and a heavy sigh left me, I definitely wasn’t drunk enough for this.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Quinn’s velvet voice echoed in my ear, calming my nerves. His eyes were bright green, almost enchanting as they peered into mine. My face grew hot, wondering how it was humanly possible for someone to be this gorgeous.

“Yeah it’s just been a while.” I wasn’t lying either. I spent most of my time in breweries with my friends since most of us were over going to clubs. Quinn likes to tell me he doesn’t like going out, but give him a few drinks and he makes a liar out of himself.

He pulled me closer to him, so close I could feel his stubble on my neck. “I won’t leave your side at all, I promise.”

“Okay.” I nodded before he gently brushed his lips over mine. I got lost in our own little world, the music melted away and I forgot we were in the middle of a busy club surrounded by strangers.

“Let’s celebrate, it’s your birthday after all.”

I rolled my eyes, “it’s also yours in two days.”

“Yeah, but …” his words trail off as he runs the pad of his thumb over my lip, “today brought me you.”

“How does it feel to be with a thirty year old?” The words falling last my lips causing my eyes to roll again. That number just didn’t sit right with me. “I’m officially an old lady.”

“Thirty has never looked better.” He mused, his hand running up my hip and pressing me closer to him. I pulled him into another kiss, his cologne hit me like a tidal wave causing butterflies in my stomach. His hand ran up my neck and gripped me tighter while his tongue begged to enter my mouth. We stayed like that, blissfully unaware of reality until his teammates came over with trays of various shots.

“Okay lover boy that’s enough. Let’s get you drunk.”

One thing about partying with hockey players is all of them have no limits when it comes to spending. I had to finally stop accepting every shot they brought around after the room began to spin. Best part of the night though was that the Devils were in town, so Jack and Luke, Quinn’s brothers were here to celebrate with everyone. This was only my second time meeting them but they were extremely welcoming and treated me like I was their sister. Jack at one point asked me to go dance with him and I couldn’t help but say yes.

“So how does it feel to be thirty?” Jack yelled into my ear as we danced to one of my favourite John Summit songs.

“Terrible. I’m almost a decade older than you!”

“You make thirty look so good though.” He smirks as Luke came behind me and picked me up, causing me to scream at him to put me down. As much as I fought he kept me over his shoulder.

“I just want you to know we fucking love you and you make my brother so happy.” Luke added as he finally put me down, the room was still spinning so I had to brace myself against him to make it stop.

“Thanks buddy.” I jumped a little, feeling Quinn’s hand on my back. His face was flushed, telling me he was taking shots without me.

“Can I have my girlfriend back now?”

“Sorry bro!” Luke kissed the top of my head before him and Jack ran off to grab more drinks.

“You okay?” I asked Quinn as I turned to him, he smelt like whiskey and honey as he brought his lips to my neck.

“I will be.” He mumbles, burrowing his face into my neck. “I’m glad my brothers like you, but you’re my girlfriend. Not theirs.”

“Do you think they’re gonna steal me?” I clasped my mouth, trying to hold in my laughter because I know he was being serious. It was downright adorable.

“Maybe.”

“But I’m yours” I assured him, pressing closer to his body. My hands teaching behind his neck, slipping stands of his hair between my fingers. “No one will ever steal me from you.”

“Prove it.” He replied with such confidence, not taking his eyes off my lips. His hands reached up to my hips, pressing me even closer to him. I gasped as I felt his erection brush up against my leg, “come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Trust me.” He mumbled, his eyes glazed with desire and whatever was in his system. I grabbed his hand, not knowing where he was taking me.

Quinn guided me into a private bathroom and locked the door. His hand brushed gently over my chest, hooking his finger under the strap of my dress. I watched him with intent, my heart pounding so fast I was surprised he didn’t feel it.

“You belong to me.” He whispered, slowly bringing me closer to him. My hands braced onto his chest as he captured my mouth into a kiss that started off sweet but grew sloppy.

“Let’s not wait then, birthday boy.”

He smirked so devilishly that I felt something more than butterflies in my stomach. Our kisses were met with biting of lower lips and Quinn grabbed my dress so tight I thought it was going to split. I wasted no time and began to unbutton his pants, dropping to my knees in the process. His dick sprung out of his boxers, dripping with pre-cum as my eyes widened.

“Stick your tongue out baby.”

My exposed tongue was met with his tip as he gently circled over my taste buds. I could taste him already, it was making my mouth salivate and run down my chin.

“Such a good girl.” He breathed as his free hand tugged on my hair. “Open your mouth for me.”

I did as I was told and Quinn slowly slid his erection into my mouth, inch by inch until his tip hit the back of my throat. He bit his lip as I began to slide my mouth up and down, his grip on my hair getting tighter.

“Fuck, baby this feels so good.” He deeply moaned, making me feel it in the back of my throat. “Such a good girl taking my whole dick in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

I could tell he was getting close with how laboured his breathing became. I removed my mouth from him and began to lick his tip that was glistening with my spit. He looked down at me with pleading eyes, as if me mouth fucking him was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Come in my mouth Quinn, I know what you want to.”

“Not yet.” His voice sounded so husky as he motioned for me to stand up. I wiped my mouth, taking a long look at him. “Your turn birthday girl.”

I couldn’t help but giggle as he picked me up and sat me on the bathroom counter. My back rested against the mirror as he spread my legs, situating himself between them. When our eyes met my heart felt like it was going to explode, I’ve never seen him like this before.

“How bad do you need me right now?” He asked, slowly taking my lip between his teeth again.

“I need you so fucking badly.”

He makes his home between my thighs and begins to tease me with his tip. I regretted wearing underwear tonight but feeling his pre cum soak the lace was the sweetest form of torture, and he knew it.


“Tell me again…how bad do you need me?” I couldn’t get a word out. His laugh was dark as he fluttered his somber eyes at me, “use your words sweetheart, what do you want for your birthday?”

“I want you.”

“That’s a good start.” He muses, applying pressure on my thighs with his thumbs, “where do you want me?”

No words were leaving me as I gasped for air. Quinn began to run his mouth over my jaw, down to my collarbone, nipping slightly at the skin. I grabbed his hand and guided it between my thighs, his thumb instantly pressing onto my underwear.

“Right there?” He asks, slowly moving my underwear to the side. A small gasp in satisfaction left him as he felt how soaked I was for him. I just nodded, whimpering already from his touch. “Tell me how much you wish this was my dick instead?”

“Quinn, I need you please … I’m yours.”

“That’s my girl.” He replied so proudly, pushing his tip inside of me slowly. His head falls back once he’s fully inside me and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. “Fuck you feel so good, so fucking good.”

Quinn started off slowly, teasing my clit simultaneously with each stroke. He leaned into my ear, continuously praising me as his strokes became faster and harder. Sweat rolled down me as the building started up in my stomach, that familiar flutter began to take over and I knew I was done for. My nails dug into his back as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder as my orgasm left my body.

“Fuck I’m gonna -“

It only took a few seconds before he spilled into me. His hands gently found my face, guiding me to look at him. My legs were still shaking as he kissed me so softly. I was in a complete haze as we broke apart, that one unruly strand of hair fell in front of his face as he studied me. He was so beautiful, there were no other words to describe him.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He mused, gently kissing all the tattoos on my arm. Funny thing,

I never thought he’d go for a girl with a full sleeve and dark hair like me. He struck me as someone who went for blonde Instagram models but, once again he proved me wrong.

“You definitely just gave me the best birthday present ever.” I lightly laughed.

He titled his head to the side, cupping my cheek, “I don’t think anything will be beat the gift you gave me.”

“What’s that?”

“You.”

[voidartisan]

Anyway. Survived another semester. So. Star Wars characters as things my friends, professors, and classmates have said (plus a few things i've overheard on campus). two for the price of one bc in spring I forgor

Echo: Fives! GO!

Fives: NO! It's a free country!

Fives: *starts singing Republic anthem*

Echo: you can't sing the national anthem and BE A COWARD!!!

Ahsoka: Maybe they just really wanted there to be a gay weasel

Barriss: Hello. We were just talking about how my grandma's dog has a foot fetish

Sabine, in a class discussing ancient Egyptian art: Okay, don't hate me for this question, but, in the movie The Mummy---

Anakin: I didn't hit him that hard!

Obi-Wan: YOU BROKE HIS NOSE.

Omega: How’d you get those washboard abs, grandma?

Rex: I'd never say anything like that to you on purpose. You're like a daughter to me.

Echo: Thank you

Kanan: I watched two squirrels fighting in the middle of the street this morning. Kinda gave me Hector and Achilles

Din Djarin: WHO IS THIS BABY?

Rex: WHO DID YOU MARRY????

Luke: OH! I got t-boned to this song! :D

Kanan: Thou art the bomb dot com

Hound, dreamily: I want my ashes tested for narcotics

Thorn: They got a dried llama fetus. From Bolivia

Thire: Not the llama fetus

Jesse: Do you eat the cherry pits?

Kix: No? I'm pretty sure those have cyanide in them.

Jesse: *slowly removes cherry pit from mouth*

Obi-Wan: You'd think that with my very high reading level I would have figured that out sooner

Ahsoka: I mean, Yoda's made it that long

Barriss: Okay, but he's filled with happiness and good thoughts. I'm filled with bitterness and ibuprofen.

Ahsoka: This is why we have repentance and insurance

Cody, speaking to a spider in the shower: First of all, you're a pervert

Wooley, awake at 1 am: Next time, we should do drugs

Ezra: I thought I was about to have my Snow White moment, but instead, I almost got rabies

Leia: I'm trying to tell a story, and you're BOOGIEING

Hunter: I like where I am.

Phee: Surrounded by girls?

Hunter: No. Dirt.

Ventress: Give that man some cleavage

Riyo: When I say I've got that dog in me, it's Snoopy

Crosshair: If I was a bird, I would be homicidal

Luke: They made him straight. And SAD.

Wrecker: I don't need you to tell me what to do, number man!

Quinlan: Hear me out---

Luminara: You are NOT allowed to say that

Anakin: Arsonists are easy to catch. They leave a bunch of evidence.

Ahsoka: Like fire?

Anakin: Like fire.

Anakin, to Obi-Wan: You like blondes so blond that you can't tell if they have receding hairlines or not

Leia: I have no moral code when it comes to my father.

Hunter: I just love you, okay?

Crosshair: Okay.

Hunter: And I'm gonna slap you in the face the next time I see you.

Phee: They de-'tismed my boy

Fives, singing weakly, laying the wrong way on a mattress, with his legs up against the wall and head and arms hanging off the edge: 🎶H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me hot to go~🎶

Anakin: *shows Ahsoka a clip of the Grinch*

Ahsoka: How did they get live footage of you?

Obi-Wan: What were you saying?

Quinlan: I forgot

Obi-Wan: I know; I was just asking out of courtesy

Luke: A FULL rye chip?! Alms for the poor!

Ventress: Hold on, he's gonna do the slutty cape wave again

Rig Nema: He died of a pulmonary embolism

Kix: Happens to the best of us

Ezra: Should I have known that talking in a spoon in my mouth would make it fall? PROBABLY. But what if this ONE TIME it was DIFFERENT

Hera, abruptly: I need to start listening to more ABBA

Tech: I'm too weird and I need to get weirder.

Obi-Wan: Dead husband. With cancer. At least it's in a nice font.

Satine: Hmm. No.

Obi-Wan: I'm sorry, would it be easier to break the news in Times New Roman?

Phee: I am a very patient woman in terms of patience

Fives: *hands Tup his toast in order to take a picture of Jesse lying next to the trashcan*

Fives: *takes picture*

Fives: *holds out hand* Toast me

Padme: He can make that Perry the Platypus noise- and I think that's hot, by the way-

Echo: I’m going to commit a crime if I have to move these gnomes again

Kanan: My gym skills are akin to a headless chicken attempting hopscotch

[jams-sims]

Something something- Ranma and Akane first meeting is how all of Ranma obssessed would be sutiors meet him. Let me explain- the formula for how Ranma ends up with his none harem (because he dont like them hoes). Is they all pick one form of Ranma to like and refuse to get to know the otherside.

Ranma and Akane first meeting, Akane is only really interested in female Ranma as a friend. Akane was super happy to have a girl partner to train with. (Theres a whole ass post to be made about Akane life, before Ranma and his father moved in.) Shes so alone which is weird- Akane is not disliked by the female body of her school. Akane is popular! Again why is she the only one doing any form of fighting. Thinking of it now i dont think akane has friends "friends".

But its clear, she wants a connection in fighting with another girl. When Ranma turns out to be a guy, and her fiance. The illisuion of having a friend of the same gender to do matarial arts with is broken. But this in turn has more to do with Akane current gender experssion and hang ups. (We can't get into yet-). This rejection makes Ranma retaliate.

Its only when Akane comes to terms with her own personal problem, does she fully accept Ranma. This moves her out of the space with the other would be suitors. An into a lane of her own one, Ranma contuines to go back into. But there something there in that small space of Akane and Ranma first meeting.

Its so hard to pin point/explain it. Its a deep loneliness on Akane end that isnt really explored outside that small window when she had long hair. Theres also a fic to be made about Ranma hiding his male identity to hang out with Akane more.

The tendo house becomes way more lively once Saotome moves in. The dojo is used more often, its not just Akane trainning by herself. The long hair seems to repsent everything a girly girl should be. The- you have to be more lady like, a lot of unneed pressure Akane puts on herself with that long hair. Ranma a high fem girl popping up probably felt like vindication in Akane eyes. Look see a girl whos is super feminie can do martial arts as well!! Only to have that betrayed, when the girl turns out to be a guy. An then you say a bunch of shit you dont mean. Resetting your relationship to negative 10. But! There something so idk how to explain it. There something there-

Ranma and Akane fall in love in that first meeting.

Maybe its different type of love, maybe its only from Ranma end. But there something so undefinable about it, that makes it feel like love. Love at first sight, rejection, and then the rest of the show is reconciliation. It feels like this is the first time Akane has ever liked someone outside of the doctor dude. Which was probably really jaring for her. Ranma has spent all his time trainning i dont think romance even crossed his mind, let alone a friendship. Akane becomes one of the only character (im being hyperbolic) that accepts Ranma as both guy and girl. In that single isolated moment breed so much.

I don't think they ever have a moment like that again. Akane and Ranma from that point onwards are never truly left alone. When they are its interpurted, or they're going somewhere- Especially! With serious moments. It really does feel like their first meeting they fell in love, broke up, and tentatively got back together.

[ikjun]

Do you have any In ho and Jun ho headcanons?

thank you for this ask! putting these under a read more cause there's a whole bunch!

i can't remember if it was mentioned explicitly or only implied but inho raised junho more than anyone else. with their sixteen year age difference and the way junho has not only modelled his own life after his brother's but there being so much dedication and devotion to have inho there, because he has always been there, inho has been brother, parental figure, best friend and the closest person to junho through all of his life. with inho's very dutiful nature, it also makes sense to me that he looked after junho (and junho's mother) after the death of their father.

in vein with inho raising junho, i also consider him to have been extremely present in junho's life from being a child to the adult junho is now considering his one week absence was so unthinkable and out of the blue to junho that he upended the world (seoul) to figure out where inho went without telling him. that plot premise says so much about their relationship and how inho is the most important person in junho's life, even more important than his own mother. that devotion speaks tenfold of who they are without them having to speak about it (though junho does plenty).

one of the things that they share is a mutual love for baseball that inho instilled in junho to have something just the two of them do together. inho is a really good batter and junho is a really good pitcher. they used to do play catch a lot through junho's childhood and still met at batting cages in the city to spend time together (junho likes to act like his brother's batting is on par with the national league. he would be wrong but he doesn't care inho is his favourite baseball player.)

if you watch the show you notice that inho is left-handed. considering junho has wanted to be like his brother his entire life i love to imagine a stint of him trying to become fully left-handed too and ending up ambidextrous because of it. hence it coming in handy not only as a police officer but also when playing baseball with inho!

inho took junho to several operas to try and share a love for the arts with him. he took him to see un ballo in maschera (ha ha ha), queen of spades, carmen, turandot, eugene onegin, die zauberflöte, and rigoletto. inho likes verdi and russian composers. junho didn't like any of it but went along because he likes doing things that inho enjoys and to see his brother enjoy himself. junho as a person doesn't listen to much music at all, but classical music is something he immediately connects to inho.

junho got along really well with inho's wife. he liked having someone around who knew all of inho's idiosyncrasies in a way he did and for inho to finally have someone that took care of him (besides junho though inho refuses every direct attempt of junho's) and that inho could be at home with.

when inho's wife died, inho was, of course, chief mourner. junho never left his side during the entire funeral processions and mourning period, only did so when he had to run errands to make things easier on inho. inho didn't like junho taking care of things instead of him but he also was in no state to refuse him and internally a part of him was relieved to have his brother around.

it was a bit after that when inho moved into the dormitory, which remained an issue between him and junho ever since. junho wanted inho to move in with him, wanted to look after him and give back what inho has done for him his entire life, but inho never wants to see junho in a position of care-taking between them. when it is the two of them, inho wants to be the sole provider and protector, never wanting to burden junho like that.

inho is generally a gentle person. he was more so before the games, especially around junho and then later also his wife, but even the show displays junho was inho's moral achilles heel. the front-man could be ruthless and violent and cold, he could lie and deceive and be volatile to someone like gihun only to get what he wants, but even now inho has a deep well of tenderness and softness for junho alone.

during his childhood and teens, junho did judo and taekwando and was so good at the former that he could have become a national athlete if it weren't for his chronic kidney disease. he picked up both after starting university and kept at it as an adult, but to his dismay inho could never be a training partner for him considering their different weight. inho likes to go and watch junho train though, proud of his brother retaining a lot of his past capability when he picked the sports up again.

junho feels a sense of guilt for the kidney transplant inho gave him but just how he doesn't allow junho to take care of him in the material sense he took care of junho growing up, he will not allow junho to feel guilty for it. if it were up to inho, he'd give junho everything, even his own death, if it would keep him alive. he only stops at the latter because he knows it will break junho's heart and he never wants to be the cause of that (although he already was.)

and on a lighter note of the previous hc, inho would and could and has spoilt junho rotten to the best of his abilities no matter his salary and would for years refuse to talk about his income with junho to not make him worry about what he's doing. that backfires spectacularly once he wins the game and hides his insane wealth from junho for years.

[quitealotofsodapop]

For the drafted fate AU

Other than the time Wukong changed Macaque fate by feeding him the immortal peach, does he knows that he had been changing people's fate all this time ??

Prev.

Nope.

All he knows is that he scrubbed a bunch of names from the official Book of the Dead, and kept a close eye on his best friend/mate's health.

But he gets strong feelings.

One line of the Buddha's breakdown of Wukong's powers includes;

Knows transformations, Recognizes the seasons, Discerns the advantages of earth, And is able to alter the course of planets and stars.

The second line seems like an odd extra power to have. Most mortal animals have a pretty keen understanding of seasonal changes without godly extra-celestial powers.

Unless like "alter the course of planets and stars" it's meant to be metaphorical.

As in; A Divine Gut Feeling.

Wukong has been going through life with a built-in Spidey Sense and not even realise it.

He knew to choose MK as his successor, even if he wasn't sure who this little mortal was.

He tore across Heaven, Hell, and Earth seeking answers the moment LBD made her presence known. And his instincts told him that only the True Fire could stop what she had planned.

This gut feeling isn't always clear though. He did plan to reforge the Samadhi Fire without an idea of how he'd be able to use it, if at all. But at the same time this reforging likely saved Mei from the same slow-burning fate of her ancestor.

He canonically had no idea that MK was another Stone Monkey, but he felt it.

To quote the convo between him and Macaque at the beginning of Season 5;

Macaque: He's not just a kid! Why him, Wukong? Did you know about— when you chose him? Wukong: No, I didn't know. It just felt... right.

Look at this past Wukong glaring at his egg shard and try telling me he didn't suspect something Big was happening with it;

Wukong may not realise it, but an aspect of his "fate changing" abilities is being able to sense that a great danger or change is afoot.

MK's powers are a lot less easy to pin down. But he's able to say "Nu-uh!" to fate and chart a different course.

And of course this all come back to who helped create them: The Goddess of Creation and Positive Chaos, and the person who set the Investiture of the Gods into motion.

Nüwa herself.

S5 really goofed up having her trying to represent Order, when this lady literally brought the Shang Dynasty to ruin as part of a loophole to not kill the Emperor.

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships I’m ruining my own day

“That must be so confusing for a little girl”

Summary: Just.. Emilia coming to terms with everything at a young age. (Part one)

TW for sensitive topics mentioned in this fic. This wasn’t easy to write for me.

Emilia knew from the start that she was born a privileged young girl. She knew that she could get everything she wanted handed to her on a silver platter if she asked for it. She had the life of a paradise. Her parents are two well-known overlords in hell, and she had connections with the other overlords as well. Take the overlord of adult films and fashion for an example. Not to mention, her mother’s best friend was the overlord of love, who married the radio demon himself, which was ironic because her father was Vox, the man who hated the radio demon more than hell itself.

She was never born a regular demon. She wasn’t a regular hellborn that popped up from her mother’s womb. She was made by the bare hands of the people who raised her. She was made a robot— a machine. An exceptional being who could perform almost anything she sets her mind to. If she wanted to learn different languages, she could do it. If she wanted to study the field of medicine, she’d have a PHD right now. If she wanted to learn baking, her pastries would be the most delicious ones in all of hell. She can be anything, and she could do it all at once. After all, she’s a machine. She’s destined to perform. To work.

Being a robot also meant that she was perfect. Physically, she could keep her figure, she’d never age, she would always stay as flawless as she could be. Every feature on her face, perfectly crafted by her parents, made just as what they had in mind.. and what compliments such a perfect woman more than a perfect life?

She was the daughter of a successful CEO. One of the most powerful overlords. She had everything in the palm of her hands. All the latest fashions of clothing, all the technological devices, all the opportunities of what side job she gets to do aside from running the tech company when the time arrives.. all the fame, all the admirers. It was perfect. It is perfect.

Correction; not-so perfect.

Emma has gained consciousness of everything that’s been going on around her as she got older. Including the way the cameras move towards her the second she steps out of her limo, or the way they would move further down as she takes a single step. The people chanting her name over and over as each of them rush in front of her asking questions she would often answer gracefully, just as she’d been taught. Seeing her name on every article because her very existence has been proven to be newsworthy.

She didn’t hate it, but she wouldn’t say it was comfortable.

She turned thirteen, and she just received her first fan letter. To say that she was excited, was an understatement. She always loved receiving support from her fans. They’ve always been with her, outside her window, swarming in her front yard. Surely, that has to be a good thing since they’d always be happy to see her.

It was a busy night, and she was in a hurry. She’d just stepped out from school and a bunch of people surrounded her like she was a tourist attraction. She just assumed being Vox’s daughter just.. makes her a celebrity. A man in a green shirt wearing glasses, seemingly in his 30’s, had approached her, screaming her name with full enthusiasm. By the time Emma turned around to face him, a letter was being held to her face.

She could remember him shouting his affections at her, his voice passionate.

“Emma!! I love you more than anything!! Please take the token of my affections!!”

Emma, the thirteen year old robot that she is, took the letter because she felt it rude to reject him. Even with her bodyguards pushing him away, she insisted that she would give him the chance to give her a present. She told him that it was kind of him to take the time to write her something, even if she didn’t know him, she felt appreciated. A fan used their valuable time for her. It was sweet.

She couldn’t help but read it as soon as she got into the limo. She wanted to see what he had written for her.

“It’s always been a fantasy of mine to get you alone, I’d love to see you stripping down and getting on your knees for me. I think you’d look cute in a lingerie, too. I’ve always pictured you in it, unconscious and clueless while I fuck your brains out. I hope I can get to do it, it’ll be my dream come true!”

She put down the letter before she could read the rest of it. One of her bodyguards asked her if she was doing alright, noticing her expression as she put the paper down. She kept a fake smile, telling them that the letter was too heartfelt for her to read all the way through. It was a dumb excuse on her part, but he believed it.

She spent days thinking about what he said in that letter. How she thought it was sweet of him to give her a present only for it to be a letter expressing his dark, twisted fantasies. She never mentioned the letter to her parents, she hid it from her sister. She felt it was to silly of her to tell people that she’s scared and uncomfortable. It was only a letter. He never did it.

As more time passed, she began to realize it wasn’t only him that had the same thoughts. Every day, the media had various things to say about her. Everything about her became a topic on the internet. Her father just told her it was typical behavior for people on social media, so she tried her best to shrug it all off and ignore all of them. Sometimes she sneaks a peek at the comments and posts about her.

“Honestly, being pretty is all she has that’s likable about her.”

“She’s overrated, and I’m not sorry for saying that. She’s too pretty to run a tech company. She should become a stripper like her mom.”

“She should put those hips to good use”

“Why are some people feeling bad for her? She’s literally a robot. There’s no way she has feelings. Rich people nowadays think they have it rough. Emma’s a machine made by a billionaire. You should stop sympathizing with her.”

Emma pondered about the last statement for a long while. It’s not like they were lying, she is a robot. She’s a machine. A mindless, emotionless object that lives to serve and please those around her. Someone to entertain people. Not to mention, she was made by none other than Vox himself— Vox and Mal. While other demons beg for scraps on the street, trying to survive and avoid getting killed by ruthless exterminators every year, she gets to sleep on a nice, warm bed in her father’s tower. While other hellborns have to earn their way for a moment in her shoes, she gets everything handed to her. Everything she wanted would be made possible by her parents in a snap of their fingers. So why should she bother resenting the life she has?

It was just one letter. The first of many she kept on receiving. Surely, it didn’t matter how many cameras are pointed at her thighs if it meant she’d get to have the life most people would kill to have. Surely it wouldn’t matter having to stay perfect as the prying eyes of the media watches your every move, waiting, biding their time to look for a single fault in how you talk, how you act, how you move.. if your life is as perfect as it is in the pictures.

“Other people have it worse. Just suck it up and give them a smile.” She’d often whisper to herself. “They love a good smile.”

She’d put in her years of training to good use, even at times when she’s free to act as she pleases, she can’t help but perform.

Emilia got older, and despite being a machine, she felt things that only humans and regular hellborns felt. She felt a lot of things, and like many people, she feared it. She feared she would start acting out of order. She feared being messy. She was afraid that after all the hard work she put into never letting anyone else see a flaw.. she would falter.

And like many people, she also felt love. Which was odd, because things like her never felt this way. Sure, she loves her parents. She loves her sister. Her friends. But that was already a given. They were family. They cared for her, treated her like someone important despite being what she is.

Growing up, she had many suitors in line for her, determined to win her hand for her looks and money. She might be a robot, but she’s not a fool. Everyday she’d find a way to refuse them without coming off as a total bitch, as many would say. Although she never liked any of them, she still wants to save her image.

But.. there was this one boy in particular she had heart eyes for; Theodore Hartfelt.

Son of the radio demon and Aponi Wings. A friend she knew since she was a little girl. Everyday he’d come over to her place with that same sweet smile she knew all too well. Something about him just radiated warmth.. belonging.. love. She might be exaggerating but Theodore had the ability to turn every dull thing in her life into something magical. She never thought board games were as interesting as people say until she saw the glint in his eyes whenever she would tell him that she’d be happy to play with him.

She fell hard for this boy. Sometimes a little too hard that it’s everything she wrote in her diary. If you can’t express your feelings for a special someone, just write it down. They’ll never know.

“I don’t know how much longer I can fight these feelings. Everytime I think I’ve gotten over him, he becomes the best thing that’s ever happened in my day. Everytime I try to erase how I truly felt about him, hell becomes a little bit of a better place because he’s in it.”

She did ask for a reason to move on and rip her heart out of her chest for the reason that he filled it. She never expected there would be one, until she started to notice him getting close to another girl, her name was Alicia.

Everything just fell apart inside of her as she watched Alicia kiss him for the first time. She’d stolen that kiss from her. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. But then again, she’s a robot. She shouldn’t be feeling this way in the first place. She’s not normal. He deserved someone who could actually feel emotions, instead of a girl who thinks a machine can actually love. How could she be so blind? He deserved so much better than her. Even the people would say so. How pathetic would he have been if he fell inlove with a robot. She loved him too much to give him that kind of humiliation.

She started going out with another boy to keep her heart out of Theodore’s grasp. Maybe it was the right thing to do.

It wasn’t. No matter what she does, it’ll never be right. The media started to invade her private life more often, wanting to see how Emilia Carrington is in a relationship. Is she a prude around her boyfriend? Or is she good in the bedroom? Does she really love him, or is she just paying him to date her? What did she ever see in him? Why couldn’t she date someone else instead? This relationship is too performative.

It was the same thing everyday. People saying that her boyfriend deserved better than her, someone who can’t even love. Everyday, the press always has something to say about her, about her parents, her friends, her love life.. no matter what she does, there’s still people who will never be satisfied.

Again. She was a machine. Unfortunately, knowing that very fact, her boyfriend took it as an advantage. Three months into their relationship, he started hitting her.

She never had bruises, so it seemed like everything was fine. She never told anyone. The thought of people treating her like some delicate flower who needs to be taken care of makes her uncomfortable. Not that she liked being hurt, but she also wanted to handle things on her own. She never told anyone anything, not even the countless conversations they had that raised red flags.

“I’d love to come over to your house sometime. Maybe we could have a sleepover!” She exclaimed, excitement filling her by just thinking about spending time with him. “We could watch those horror movies you like.. and before you can say anything, I can handle a few jumpscares!”

However, he grimaced at the thought. “I’m not sure if a sleepover is a good idea, em.”

Emma frowned. “Why not?”

He sighs. “Em, think about it. A sleepover would mean it’s just the two of us in the same room.. on the same bed.”

“And..? I don’t see the problem. We could cuddle!” She tilts her head.

Another sigh came out of his mouth, one out of frustration. He laughs it off. “No offense, babe.. but you don’t know anything about men and how they operate.”

She looks at him in confusion, her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

He took her hands. “Listen, men have.. certain urges. One that involves… ya know.. doing it.” He shrugs, hoping she would understand.

“Oh.”

He continued. “If we end up with each other on the same bed.. alone.. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you. I know you don’t wanna do that yet— you’ve told me a bunch of times. So.. maybe we shouldn’t have sleepovers.”

Emma felt her robotic heart sinking to her stomach as she kept hearing his every word. She looked up at him after a moment of casting her eyes down. “Are.. all men like that?”

He nods. “Yep. It’s in our nature! We just can’t help it.”

She squints her eyes. “Theo isn’t like that. We have sleepovers all the time.”

He rolls his eyes at the mention of Theo’s name. “Well that’s because Theo isn’t into you. I am, and I can feel those urges around you.”

She pulls her hands away from his. “I’m sorry, that must be really uncomfortable to deal with.”

He kisses her cheek. “It is.”

And the dumb, naive robot that she is, she believed him. To be fair, her parents do make love a lot. Maybe they came to an agreement of some sort that her mother would always be there to.. relieve him. Maybe Theo was like that around Alicia. What if they’re doing it right now??

But her mother did say that it’s a bad thing if they force themselves onto another, so maybe her boyfriend was protecting her from that. Maybe they shouldn’t have sleepovers at all. Maybe they’re better off on dinner dates in public where everyone could see instead of the comfort of their own homes. Maybe that was for the better.

To this day, Emma still hated the thought of not knowing any better. She hated that she apologized for making him uncomfortable instead of telling him to control his “manly urges” and respect her boundaries if he really loved her. She hated it so much that she pictured an entire article about it in her head. “Emilia Carrington: Future head of VOXTEK and a spineless loser.”

‘I let him hit me. Why did I let him hit me?!’

Six months into their relationship, he broke it off with her, admitting to his infidelity. She always knew the day was coming, but she never expected it to be so soon. He was a jerk, an abusive asshole, and now, the icing on top of the cake, a cheater. She was just as confused as anyone else is on why she stayed for three more months. She could’ve broken up with him, but she waited for him to do it.

‘I’m such a stupid failure!’

In those moments, she couldn’t help but feel weak. Luckily, the media agrees with her.

“She could’ve left him if he was so abusive.”

“She’s a robot, she’s most likely faking emotions”

“Can you believe it? The future head of VOXTEK can’t even leave an abusive relationship!”

“It’s hell, bitch. What did she expect?”

And they got to her. Every time. Every word about her failed love life felt like daggers to her heart. They were piercing her, they were twisting the blade so they can rub her weakness on her face. Every single word.

She couldn’t afford to lose her pretty smile, not today.

Emilia was born a child of pure privilege, no one can deny that. A perfectly crafted machine made to satisfy people’s selfish greed of gossip, entertainment, and wealth. An object for one’s twisted desires. The future head of VOXTEK. Everyone was out of her league. No one could step up to her level. She is the sinners’ epitome of flawless. Perfection. She has what everyone wants. She could go out in a crop top and young girls would go out of their ways to create a “special diet” to achieve her waist. Some had healthy meals, some had none at all. It kept her up at night, reading the articles over and over again. Somehow, it made her feel like she was at fault for being artificial. For having a body that she can’t change.

She was artificial, she was perfect because of that. She’s been called many names. She was a spineless loser. She was a prude. She was a bitch. She was the top of her school. She was a machine made by a money-hungry overlord. She was a whore. She was a flawless goddess.

But one thing she’s never heard them call her, was a child.

[gamerbot-22]

Helloooo, I see you're taking requests for Trigun! If you're comfortable, could you do something for a (gender neutral/nonbinary) reader that's on their period? All the characters in your other post would be appreciated if you feel up to writing for that many (yes, even stinky bastard man Nai)

BOY CAN I, APPLESAUCERER!! First, I LOVE your URL, holy shit, and second, what an absolutely lovely request, I would be more than happy to type this up for you! I actually saw this while I was working earlier and it inspired me to just. Power through that spreadsheet it was glorious. And with that done here we go!!!

Trigun Period Comfort (Gender-Neutral!)

TW/CWs: Reader has a period but is referred to in the second person and is gender-neutral, discussion of the side effects of menstruation with a couple references to the fact blood is involved without getting graphic, Nai’s an ass but that’s hardly a surprise I think, barely proofread.

Likes and Reblogs appreciated, Requests are Open, and it’s all under the cut!

🥀 Vash the Stampede

Precious man is HERE TO SAVE THE DAY

He knows what’s up, biologically. Being on the SEEDS ship, he had to have access to SEVERAL ways to learn about what a period is. (And if you subscribe to the transmasc Vash theory, 1. I love you /p and 2. Plants have different biology so he’s never had a period himself methinks.)

Definitely helps you stock up on preferred supplies, and is on TOP of snack distribution. Any time, any place, he’s got at least three of your preferred comfort snack in his jacket pockets.

Oh my god… Repeat of TriStamp Episode One where he tries to load his gun with one of the snacks he packed for you. Just crushes a candy bar into the side in a panic while he’s feeling around for bullets—

Will hold you if you ask, or will just sit off on the side and be quiet in case you need him but are feeling a bit too overwhelmed to be held.

Like I mentioned in the cuddles post, I think he’s very cool to the touch, which can definitely be helpful (cool hands to the back of my neck save me…) but he’ll heat up a hot water bottle if the cramps get bad, or will flop on your back if you need some pressure to combat the aches.

Lowkey he gets kinda overbearing during it all, but hey, maybe that’s what you need when you’re having A Moment for however many days straight.

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

I pray you all get where I’m coming from when I say he’s a “what size pussy are you?” type of supportive—

Like, alright, he knows what a period is, he’s just never had to deal with one first hand like this. Also, we gotta give him points for trying, because he is! And he learns quick.

It becomes a routine really fast. Lowkey he starts to like. Sense when it’s coming and prepare accordingly.

Like if he knows you prefer to have your space, then he’ll back off, but if you want him close he turns into velcro. Just… he’s right there with you the whole time if you want him to be.

He is very much following your lead because you know your body better than he does (*ahem*) and he trusts your judgement.

That being said… I think he made a bit of an ass of himself on the first supply run. Like he just comes back to you with a bunch of different types of tampons and pads and all sorts of things that looked like they might help because, and I quote, “I panicked.”

Also, lowkey, I think he enjoys the week-ish “off.” Like in a world where he’s not doing… All That, staying at home and just taking a load off with you sounds pretty nice, even if he’s gotta get up every now and then and heat up a water bottle or help with the laundry.

📷 Meryl Stryfe

Oh she makes no bones about it even a little bit.

You come to her and ask for a tampon/pad/snack/medicine/whatever else you need and she’s got it for you! And if it’s clear you’re uncomfortable talking about it with the others/at all, she keeps it all on the down low.

If she packed PJs as per the cuddles post, I think she also packed a hot water bottle that she has no problem sharing.

That is… unless that Thing happens and your cycles sync up. Then I think she gets a bit more protective of that water bottle—

But she’s still there for you in other aspects! The survival rate of Shark Week goes up the more people are going through it together, right?

I think Meryl’s a bit like Wolfwood in the sense that she’s following your lead on what you want to do/need her to do while you’re on your cycle. Again, you know your body best, and while she’ll make sure you’re meeting the baseline for hydration and rest, everything else is up to you!

All in all, she’s a great help, and she’s glad you trust her enough to be that help for you.

🧳 Milly Thompson

She’s a complete angel about the whole thing!

Not only has she been going through her own period for a good while now, but she was also around for her siblings when they started going through their cycles.

Basically an expert in the field. While she may not have your preferred supplies on hand, she can def help you get them if you need it!

She totally spoils you with sweets if you let her. I’m talking like a conveyor belt of chocolates and puddings and anything else you could ask for to help keep your stomach from cramping too badly. (Honestly she does it a bit so she has an excuse for sweets herself but that’s not the point—)

She pushes hard for you to take it easy, too. While Meryl and Wolfie are more ambivalent to your activity level, Vash and ESPECIALLY Milly are very pro “chill the hell out on the couch and watch/listen to some reruns to recouperate.”

You know what else happens? She puts your favorite blanket through the dryer/leaves it out in the sun so it gets all warm and toasty for you to snuggle up in.

Like she just peeps into your den with your blanket in her arms like “Hiiii~ I brought a gift!” and it’s the best, she’s the best—

🔪 Millions Knives/Nai

So like… you know how little boys get when they learn about cooties for the first time—

I don’t think he complains too much about the situation out loud, but he’s pretty obviously not pleased that you’re dealing with this. Mostly because he doesn’t wanna deal with it by proxy.

He knows what a period is, he understands, biologically, why humans have it, but being a Plant—and a Plant Supremacist at that—he doesn’t really get it.

Just as long as you’re comfortable and not bothering him too much, he’ll let you do just about whatever.

Like, sure, take all the blankets, why not? You want a snack? If bringing it to you will help you get some rest and sit still, he will bring it to you himself.

…As long as you stay there under all the blankets while he drops it off. Don’t touch him it’s gross— (to him, periods are normal and shouldn’t be stigmatized, Nai.)

I’m just imagining him tossing a candy bar at your blanket fort or something and murmuring shit like “you’re lucky I like tolerate you,” and tbh it’s like. Strangely endearing. In a bastard way—

[alongtidesoflight]

so here's my honest thoughts on dragon age: the veilguard, after ~40 hours of playing. i finished the main quest after having finished all companion quests and major faction quests. just to clear up what content i saw, i played as an elven transmasc rook who is a member of the lords of fortune. he romanced lucanis (although after finishing the game i'm now leaning towards taash). i don't know what's happening in playthroughs that have a different race, gender identity, romance or faction going on.

full spoilers ahead, i mean it. don't read further if you want to avoid them. i don't want complaining about it in my asks.

oh and also, if you're worried because of a few negative reviews online i can comfort you by saying don't give a fuck about a certain big name youtuber who is very much tied to bethesda franchises giving this a negative review. i'll explain why.

i'm starting off with the things i liked

the game looks really pretty. i was worried it wouldn't feel like thedas anymore (with them trying to "focus on northern thedas only" i thought they'd make a clear cut in environmental design. they do and they don't. it's complicated. i'll elaborate on it when talking about the negative stuff). anyway it does. minrathous feels like kirkwall. treviso enchanted me like the winter palace did. the hossberg wetlands reminded me of the hinterlands and a couple other inquisition maps. arlathan looked like... arlathan. the crossroads were different, but familiar. overall i like the way it looks and feels. it's thedas, with a twist. it's a good one, and gives everything a solid but unique feel.

combat is top tier. if you're a hardcore dragon age player you WILL miss the tactical aspect of it for a bit, but i promise you, once you're used to the way the combat works, you will be lapping that shit up. and once you get to ability combos you'll mourn the control you used to have over your companions in battle a bit less

the MAIN quest and its story. i expected worse, way worse. and for a while the game even had me tricked (harr harr you'll get it in a second) it is Really That Much Worse. but holy shit was it good. i walked away satisfied ngl.

your choices have SOLID weight. there's consequences, good AND bad. i got minrathous blighted, ruled over by venatori, and the leader of the shadow dragons ultimately died because of my decisions. i made those at the beginning and throughout the game. he died at the end. DAVRIN died because i didn't expect what i was saying to have that much weight. i thought i was in the clear. he had hero status. well turns out, your choices can still get your companions killed even if you do everything right. i fucking love him. he shouldn't have made that sacrifice just because i told him to do everything it takes once.

the inquisitor, morrigan and dorian being there, surprisingly. there's also negatives to this though, see below.

speaking of companions dying and the inquisitor playing a bigger role: the final quest feels like me2's suicide mission. i was blown away by it and the fact that i got to see the results of all my efforts playing out in front of me.

bioware are NOT trying to redeem solas. they love him as a character yes, but i wasn't forced to see any good in him. he betrays you. he fucked my rook over twice. he fucked him over right back, for good this time (the veil wasn't torn down, i anchored it by binding him to it, he's doomed to uphold it). but solas really lives up to his name as the trickster elven god. rip to all the people who grew really attached to him over the years.

varric died. if you like him that's probably as hard reading it as it was watching it. varric died and the game lies about it until the very end. when the realisation hits, it hurts. but in the very best way.

the amount of care they put into gender expression and trans identities this time around. (i'll add onto this with negative points as well too).

rook feels very much ingrained in the world of thedas. he doesn't ask questions that expose the player to lore through dialogue as if he's stepped foot into thedas for the first time. those conversations feel very solid and good. i hope other faction players got as much joy out of this as i did.

and the things i didn't like and boy there's a lot unfortunately

the music. let's just get that out of the way holy shit. it doesn't feel like it belongs in this universe. it gets so incredibly sci-fi-y at times you'd think it's taken straight from mass effect andromeda. there's not a single song unique to veilguard that i really enjoyed. it broke my immersion, real bad. hearing a busker play the tavern songs from inquisition on a lute right after i killed some venatori with wobbly bass songs playing in the background is just odd. weird tonal shift. don't like it. it's made for people who like flashy light-weight cinema.

tevinter nights is required reading. the podcasts are required listening exercises. the game is so fast paced, especially at the start, that there's no time to introduce you to characters and how much weight their names carry in-game. i would not have known who half these people are if i hadn't skimmed over tevinter nights. i'd care even less about them than i already did. there is no time to get properly attached to them. people will act as if you're talking to a legend personified and you'll be thinking man goddamn which chapter of tevinter night were they in again and what did they do???

there's a weird mismatch with the animations. you'll have beautifully fluid ones, like emmrich casting spells. and then you'll have rook's face animating in the most unnatural manner that's sorta reminiscent of mass effect andromeda's "my face is tired" addison, when their emotions SHOULD be landing with the player rn instead.

i'm not vibing with the art style. sometimes it works. most of the time it doesn't. at points i felt like i was watching tangled.

that also brings me to some of the dialogue. same issue. i am watching frozen. i am watching tangled. someone on the writer's team really likes the adorkable trope. bellara is its victim.

for all the talk about identity, bioware sure doesn't like theirs. the grey warden armor got a redesign again and it just makes them look like a generic army. i hate it lol

in general, i don't like the armor design. the wardrobe/appearances system is fine, but it's just not helping if all the armors are just... kinda bland or downight bad looking? and don't get me started on the lords of fortune armor. that is orientalism personified.

the world states should have been carried over, full stop. i know they said they didn't because they want to separate what happens in the north from what happens in the south, which... i could have lived with that. but the inquisitor sends you letters that keep you up to date on... the south of thedas. you learn that there's a blight again, that people are standing strong but it's difficult, denerim's fallen, the rulers are taking care of it, orlais is fighting and they're successful for a while, etc etc. what's good bioware. i thought we don't care about the south this time around. why are you feeding me so much boring generic information. if you're not gonna show any of it and just write letters, then carrying the world state over should not have been an issue. i have a game dev background. those few lines of code would not have broken your budget or pushed your engine's limits. fuck right off.

this gripe of mine carries over to all the cameos. as a lord of fortune you have to deal with isabela a lot. it's fun. i missed her. you get to go drinking with her and taash and bellara! also my hawke romanced her. she's not mentioned once. they had the opportunity to put a sentence or two about her in there with not a lot of effort, trust me.

when varric dies, all she has is a single line about it. for gold, for fortune, for varric. she only says it if you interact with her on your way to the final push. that's not mandatory.

morrigan is there. kieran isn't. the old god soul that mythal and then solas absorbed? who cares at this point, the gods are dead now and solas is locked away for eternity. i suppose? why is morrigan there. she feels unneeded. i wish they'd just left her down south, at least that way i wouldn't have had to witness her god awful redesign.

dorian at least feels as if he belongs in this story. the shadow dragons are a crucial part to protecting minrathous. he's also weirdly underutilised. isabela and morrigan had more lines than him in my playthrough.

on the topic of romance: bro that was underwhelming. no, genuinely. you know when romance picked up a bit? after the point of no return. i heard maybe two lines of companion banter about it before that. maybe i missed something which i honestly doubt, but romance did not play much of a role in lucanis's storyline. i saved his grandmother as he wished me to (and if you read tevinter nights you know she was rather abusive and their relationship not the healthiest) and told him to focus on his family. a reunified family my rook wasn't even introduced to as a partner at the end of all that.

really, do not buy this game if you're only in it for the romances. others might be better, lucanis's basically gave me nothing. except for an outing (the second coffee date i had with him, it was getting repetitive) all of it played out once i committed to the final quest. the sex scene was a fade to black. annoyingly right after davrin died. if you're looking for well paced and good spice, pick up something else. the sweet talk and the final goodbye were nice though.

for all the good the ever-presence of gender identity does, it is brought up in such a disruptive manner too. it doesn't even play out naturally if you CHOOSE the lines that are meant to be said. hearing the words trans and non-binary in this setting doesn't feel right, and i'm saying this as a trans guy. i think it could have been handled more gracefully. the amount of times my rook went "i'm a MAN" as if he's about to start drumming on his chest and roaring any second now got super nerve-grating. "i'm so glad you're into me... the me who is trans. remember?" just. tell me one trans person who'd talk like that to a person they've grown close with and are trying to romance. this game doesn't handle sexuality well, so all this hey my body might not look like the way you're expecting it to look talk amounts to nothing anyway. i feel about this the way i feel about krem: this is partial exposition to trans experiences... packaged up for cis consumption. the ONLY exception to that is interacting with taash. holy shit was all of that heartwarming and bro did it feel good and natural to talk to them about theirs and rook's gender.

rivain and nevarra are new locations added by veilguard. they're also incredibly underwhelming, small and constricted maps. rivain is a coastline with a few ruins. the hall of valor is a partial ruin nestled into a cave on a beach, with a fighting pit. isabela is there in her skimpy outfit commentating your pit fights. that's it. i'm sorry if you were looking for a bustling pirate cove or whatever. you're not gonna get it. the nevarran crypts btw are a long ass dungeon crawl. that's it.

speaking of maps. i thought people were being dramatic when they said you're gonna be fighting the same enemies on them again and again. i thought they were figure of speeching it. they're not. you WILL fight the same amount of enemies. in the same spot. every time you reload the map. best to stay on a map and clear out the enemies and do as much questing on that map as you can before leaving, because you WILL have to do it all over again once you return.

the three choices i made for my inquisitor didn't matter lol she didn't have to face solas and therefore couldn't stop him at any cost as she had sworn (maybe because my rook tricked solas into binding himself to the veil, there was also an option to fight him. would she have stepped in? who knows). blackwall wasn't mentioned. and either her using a small amount of her forces in the final fight was the reason the civilians of minrathous fared so well..... or it just didn't matter. ultimately i think she had very little impact on anything

[anghraine]

Aww, Ash admitted to me when we were discussing Star Wars opinions that she's not only thought about these things before, she's actually really feeling like using her advanced creative writing degree to write ...................... fanfiction, and has actually done so in the past.

me, shoving my 67 SW fanfics on AO3 under the bed: Oh hey, awesome! That sounds really interesting.

[sesamenom]

Ar-Pharazon from the Reverse Gondolin AU and as Witch-King of Numenor - thanks to @who-needs-words for helping develop this idea!

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Some mild existential dread in the house today

[averlym]

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

home from work

[purgemarchlockdown]

The temptation to vague about something in the milgram-confessions blog because its something thats bothered me for Actual Years about certain fandoms vs letting it go because when it is brought up its actually done somewhat tastefully and reasonably which makes me happy and this anon probably didnt mean it in the incredibly bad faith way I keep on seeing it be repeated so really Im getting upset over nothing.

[mintandcreme]

:)

[random2908]

Why can I never seem to go to bed the night before a trip.