#those two get into all sorts of shit that way

[signanothername]

Is there ever good moments in nightmares castle with the mtt? Maybe not explicitly good but easier than other days?

Where it makes them realize that underneath all the blood shed and murder there's still a monster (the species) underneath it all. Kinda like, a "oh" moment.

There is, they happen as often as their environment allows at least (which is not very often, somewhere along “sometimes”)

MTT are usually pretty much assholes to each other, their abusive environment forces them to do what it takes to survive, even if it means causing each other’s misfortune, but let’s also be honest with ourselves, they aren’t necessarily assholes just because of their environment, they all definitely got a bit of snark to them either way

but depending on the situation, they sometimes do actually help one another, not even truly necessarily out of love for one another, but because they’re all stuck together under the same abusive circumstances, sure, maybe their abuse differs slightly from one another, but they’re all under the same shitty boss anyway, might as well try and make it easier on themselves sometimes no?

Horror and Murder are almost chill with each other, i’d say they’re the only two that have a relationship going on, not a stable or healthy one, but they do like each other’s presence to an extent, but there’s always this division between them and Killer, still, sometimes Killer protects them in his own twisted way, and they protect him in their own twisted ways too, but they just do not trust each other, they’d be fools if they genuinely thought they could rely on one another without consequences, whether one of them stabbing another in the back or even spelling their secrets to Nightmare, whether by habit (Killer) or to get something in return (Horror), or spite and even avoiding punishment (Murder)

But these times they protect each other usually come in the form of warnings that Nightmare is best left alone and to stay as far away from him as possible, or even saving each other from Nightmare’s grasp had they ended up under his nonexistent mercy for any reason, they obviously have to be smart and careful about it, cause if Nightmare catches wind, it’ll only serve to make whatever bad situation they’re in even worse

Nightmare sometimes has suspicions, but he doesn’t usually act until those suspicions are confirmed somehow, so you can imagine how nerve wracking it can be to keep your emotions neutral around a being that can easily tell if you’re feeling something and especially if you’re feeling it a bit strongly, I think these moments they protect each other from Nightmare especially are their most “oh” moments

There are moments where there aren’t really any missions planned and they’re pretty much gonna be chilling in the castle for a few days, maybe a week or two, they mostly prefer to spend these off days by themselves, but sometimes they do spend it together, just chatting about anything to pass the time, maybe even shit talk Nightmare together

Other times they all find themselves in Nightmare’s library, and they spend their time there reading whichever book that caught their attention, simply each reading their own book in silence, and in a few occasions, maybe discussing something interesting they read (a semi-book club of sorts), it’s one of the few forms of entertainment they got anyway

These are the times I’d say are most easy, otherwise, it’s always guard up, try not to die or end up under the self proclaimed’s king’s nonexistent mercy on a bad mood day

[captain-huggy-bear]

In The Firing Line

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lil' bit of hurt/comfort, lil' bit of angst, lil' bit of panic

Summary: You break up a fight at your school getting hurt in the process. There's only one person you want to call in that situation.

Notes: I have in fact been punched in the line of duty as a teacher and while it's not common it is truly a scary experience and I very much wish I had a Quinn to pick up the pieces when those things happen.

Another kinda angsty one? I keep putting the reader through some stuff in this series, I promise teaching is not always this eventful...please don't be scared of it <3

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

There are some dangers to your job, hazards you might say...while generally speaking teaching is a safe profession except for your stress levels, the reality is you're dealing with human beings who aren't yet capable of fully regulating their emotions and thinking through their actions. So things happen...like fights...and fights are...unfortunately something you can't just ignore as a teacher. They are in fact something you have to actively deal with.

There's a deep seated desire not to get involved, a sense of self preservation that says don't stand in between two teenage boys who are going at each other. That unfortunately is overridden by two things: 1) The duty of care you have to keep your students safe and stop them hurting themselves or others and 2) Your genuine desire to not see any of your students hurt.

At this point in your career you work off of instinct. The moment Carl throws a punch at Gabriel, while you're in the middle of teaching mind you, you're ushering every other student out of your classroom with directions to find another teacher. That leaves you with 2 teenage boys flipping tables and intent on pummelling each other. Really, you'll later find out the fight is over something silly, Gabriel had talked to the girl that Carl liked, Carl had been told that Gabriel was flirting with her and talking shit about Carl. He wasn't. Later they'll both apologise to you profusely and their sets of parents will come in and apologise to you too, but in that moment? Your only concern is stopping the fight from progressing any further and stopping blood from being spilled.

Perhaps it's misguided, but in your experience getting in the middle works. Often students stop, pulling their punches out of fear of hitting an adult, like a sort of reset button. The fact that you're there usually does the trick. So that's exactly what you do, you wedge your significantly smaller self between two teenage boys who stand well over 6ft tall, one of whom is on the boxing team and the other on basketball team. You think this is a good idea, spoiler alert, it is most certainly not.

You misjudge this, it's almost like slow motion the way that Carl's fist comes towards you, his eyes seeming to widen as he processes that you're now in the way and in the line of fire. You have just enough time and thought to turn your back to him so that he doesn't hit you anywhere soft and vulnerable.

But, fuck does it hurt to have a junior boxing champ throw a solid punch straight at your shoulder blade. You jolt straight into Gabriel who breaks your potential fall and both boys fall dead silent, fight ended as quickly as it had began. Whatever haze of red had come over them completely diffused. All you can hear is a series of swear words followed by the sounds of some of your colleagues coming in to take both boys away.

You're dimly aware of one of the English teachers wrapping an arm around you and carting you down the corridor towards the staff room, of being sat in a comfortable chair and handed a warm drink that you have little desire to sip at.

"I think she's in shock..."

"She can't teach like this, can you talk to Lisa about covering her lessons for the day?"

"Should we phone someone?"

The conversation happening near you is practically underwater, dull sounding. You register it but you don't really hear it, words that go in one ear and out the other like water off a duck's back.

Your gaze fixes on your principle who crouches in front of you with a soft smile, "Y/N, do you want to phone someone? Get them to take you home, we're going to give you the rest of the day off, okay?"

You nod more out of instinct than anything else, you feel like you're underwater or not in your own body. Adrenaline still pulsing through your system, shock having hit you so hard that you don't feel real. You feel floaty, not really present.

When you're left alone, an empty staff room, you reach for your phone. You unlock it on autopilot, find the contact without really thinking and listen to it ring, once, twice before being picked up on the third ring. Reliable and steadfast as always, he never fails to answer the phone to you.

"Hey, baby, you okay?" Quinn's voice is soft, sweet but curious with an undercurrent of worry because you almost never phone him while you're at school. It's that that seems to break you, seems to dissolve the numb shock and bring forth the waterworks.

"No..." You can't help it, you're sobbing in an instant, breathing rapidly as the shock gives way to panic, like Quinn's voice broke the dam that had been holding your emotions in check. "I-I-I..."

"Breathe, baby! Hey, hey, breathe...you're okay, what happened?" You try to follow his instructions, but your breathing is still sharp, short, stunted. Every breath cutting itself off by the next. Each sob interrupting your words and your attempts to get a full breath in.

"Baby, listen to me, okay?" You try to tune into Quinn's voice, the steady stableness of it, the way he tries to keep it as even as possible, "Breathe with me, okay? Breathe in..." You listen to him as he instructs you on how to breathe, breathing in when says and out when he says until your own breathing is back to a point where you can at least talk, still the tears don't disappear.

It's like your body has finally realised it was in danger, like it's finally realised what happened. You're just thankful that the room is empty, that everyone else is teaching right now because you can't help but feel embarrassed as you cry over the phone to your boyfriend over something that feels silly in your mind. It was just a punch and it wasn't even intended for you, you probably won't even bruise....

"What happened, baby?"

"I...I tried t-to break up a fight..." Your shoulder aches now that some of the panic has worn off, right in the shoulder blade. A reminder of the fact you've been punched by a junior boxing champ.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" You can tell he's worried, the stability of his voice disappearing in favour of concern but you stay silent...you don't want to make him worry... "Sweetheart...?"

"I...I got punched in the shoulder...I'm okay...I...I think." You don't want him to worry more than he already has, you know what Quinn is like...if he could wrap you in bubble wrap and keep you with him all the time he would. You know he supports you having your own life, own career, but he also hates you being unsafe in any way. You don't want him to worry especially when he's not around, the idea that he might worry when he's away on a roadie kills you inside.

"Has anyone had a look at you?"

"No...they want me to go home though..." Not like you have a proper nurse in school anyway, besides, you're certain you're just going to ache. You doubt there's any lasting damage.

"Okay, okay, give me 20 minutes? I'll get Petey to drop me off and I'll drive you home."

"You don't have to, Quinn..." You don't like feeling like a burden and that's how you feel right now. Quinn shouldn't be spending his day off picking you up from work and looking after you. He should be relaxing, enjoying the little free time he gets between games and practices, resting his own injuries like his hand that's still braced.

"Baby, respectfully, shut up. I'm going to get you, you aren't driving home, and we're going to spend the afternoon cuddling, okay?" You can't help but smile, wiping some of the tears that have tracked over your cheeks away, the salty taste on your tongue from where a few drops had hit your mouth.

"Okay...I love you."

"I love you too. Get your stuff ready and stop feeling like a burden. You're not. I love you, so I want to help you." You can't help but huff out a laugh at him calling you out for the thoughts you don't voice, because of course Quinn would know what you were thinking, of course he'd know you were feeling like a burden already.

"You know me too well." You roll your eyes, easing yourself up from the seat you'd been placed in earlier and making your way to the door knowing you need to venture to your room to grab your things. A little bit anxious about it, but knowing the students in question were likely already in isolation or the principle's office or been sent home after everything. Even though you know without a doubt Carl and Gabriel never intended for you to get hurt.

"That's my job, sweetheart."

"We've had this discussion before, your job is to hit a piece of vulcanised rubber around on the ice." Quinn's pretty certain you sassing him is a good sign that you're getting over the shock of being punched on the job, a good enough sign that he can't stop the laugh that comes out because at least you're okay.

"That's my paying job, not my proper job. My proper job is to look after you, baby."

"Mmm, do you want an ID badge for that?" Your classroom is empty when you get to it, students having been taken somewhere else for the period, most likely to the gym. It makes it easier for you to start grabbing your things without a million and one eyes on you.

"Yes please, and a lanyard."

"I'll get that printed for you right away," You're putting your work laptop away, grabbing your water bottle, phone balanced between your ear and your shoulder. Quinn finding away to calm you without even being in the room was something you were thankful for, while that well of anxiety still sat deep in your chest, you felt at least functional in that moment. More functional than when it first happened at least.

There's a beat of silence, where Quinn is unsure if he actually wants to come off the phone. Hearing you reassures him you're okay, not perfect, but okay...but he knows that to get Petey to pick him up he needs to actually say goodbye to you. A dilemma if he ever saw one.

"I'll see you soon?"

"See you soon...thank you, Quinny," You mean it, you always mean it. For a man who is so busy, so stressed all the time, he truly never failed to be there for you. You never thought twice about phoning him because you knew he'd pick up, knew he'd help no matter the situation, even if he wasn't around he'd find someone who could help. It was his reliability that always had you reaching for his number, even when past boyfriends had been last person you might have called. Quinn was always steady, always there, always on hand.

"Anytime, baby."

You're waiting in the car park when Petey's car drives up next to you, the window rolled down for the blonde man to give you a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, Petey..." You give him your best attempt at a smile but you know it's a weak one, his features scrunching in sympathy. You can see Quinn in the passenger seat, hoodie on, beanie over his hair.

"Hey, Y/N, you okay?"

"I will be..." You answer as Quinn gets out of Petey's car, your smile starting to turn more genuine when Petey throws a bar of chocolate at you out the window. Not even just any chocolate, but the good stuff, European chocolate.

"Feel better soon, okay?"

"Thank you, Petey." You stand back as Quinn thanks Elias for the ride, tapping on the roof of the car as a sign it's okay for him to leave and you grasp the bar of chocolate tightly, feeling emotional over the thoughtful gesture.

That emotion spills over with one look from Quinn, tears starting to silently stream down your face as he pulls you into his warm arms. You feel so utterly safe the moment he does, your face pressing into his hoodie and just breathing in the scent of his cologne, the sea salt smell of his old spice deodorant. He practically traps you in his arms, trying to give you a sense of security and safety by wrapping you up tight, one hand coming to comb through the ends of your hair, the other stroking down your back in slow motions.

Quinn presses a kiss to your hair as he rocks you side to side, feeling the way your body shakes in his arms, the residual adrenaline left over from the whole affair coursing through your body. He knows better than most how your body responds after taking a hit, he's felt it time and time again on the ice, but the adrenaline usually gets worn off in play for him. For you? This is unfamiliar territory, unexpected and with no way to get all that adrenaline rush out of your system.

"I've got you, sweet girl...let it out, you're okay..." If there's one thing Quinn will always do, has always done, it's make sure you understand you can rely on him. That you don't need to hold back any of the ugly parts, the difficult parts, the raw parts, out of fear of being a burden. He doesn't care that his day is being spent stood in a school parking lot holding you while you cry, in fact he prefers it to the alternative, you pretending nothing happened, not telling him, crying on your own somewhere...

"Wanna go home, baby?" You nod into his chest, arms so tight around his waist that he almost worries he might not be able to breathe if you just squeeze a tad tighter. "Keys in your pocket?" You nod again and he slips his hand into your pocket, then the other one, fishing out your car keys.

The walk to your car is hindered by your refusal to come out from your spot hiding in his chest, you walk backwards while he walks forward. A strange sort of dance that shows just how much you trust him not to let you fall over.

It's obvious when he gets you to your car that you don't want to let go of him, that you feel safe surrounded by him in every sense of the word. Surrounded by his arms, surrounded by his hoodie, by his scent. But, Quinn is good at compromise, at finding solutions to problems, seeing the gaps in the defence and making a solid play.

"You want to wear my hoodie for the ride?" Your nod is all he gets and he's quick to strip himself of the oversized hoodie, pulling it over the top of your head and helping you work your arms into it. It's large on him and large on you, sleeves long enough to cover your hands, fabric billowing in a way that makes him think he could probably slip in there with you if he tried hard enough. He helps you pull the hood up and over your head, watching as you burying your face into the neck, breathing in the familiar smell of his cologne.

It's like hugging him when you can't and it helps you feel that comfort still when he can't hold you because he has to drive. You still feel surrounded by him, his body heat having infused the fabric, his scent in the cotton, the sheer size of the hoodie comforting you. It brings you security that you need right now.

"Better, baby?"

"Mmhm." You hum from within the hood, eyes wide and soft and it makes Quinn's heart ache a little to see you like this, so withdrawn, so needy because of something that shouldn't have happened in the first place. There's part of Quinn that wants you to stop working altogether, wants to just pay for you to put your feet up, relax and enjoy your hobbies but he knows you love your job despite the issues. He knows he could no more ask that of you than you could ask him to stop playing hockey because of the dangers associated with his career.

"Okay, let's get you home, yeah? Then I'm going to check you for a bruise, okay?"

Quinn's gentle with you as he opens the car door and helps you in, doing your seatbelt up for you and making sure you're as comfortable as possible for the ride. Your music plays the moment he starts the engine and you smile just a little when you watch him have to adjust the driver's seat, complaining that your legs are far too short.

That smile eases some of his worry but you can see his concern in the way his fingers alternate between tapping the steering wheel and gripping it tight between his palms, tight enough that his knuckles go white each time. Every now and then he reassures himself that you're okay by reaching a hand out for your thigh, palm squeezing the plush flesh once, twice, before returning back to the steering wheel.

You don't say much on the way into the apartment, just let him reach his hand back for yours, gripping it tightly with your smaller hand and letting him guide you through the apartment building hallways and through your front door. You let him guide you all the way to the bathroom until he has you in front of him under the bright florescent lights. Quinn's large palms run up and down the tops of your arms in gentle strokes as you peer at him from beneath his hood, still buried deep, breathing in his familiar smell.

"Let's take a look at you, baby, okay?" You nod and help him as he lifts the hoodie up and over your head, turning you around until your back is facing him. It's intimate but rather clinical, not the sort of undressing you might usually experience with Quinn and you appreciate that. You appreciate that he can see you undressed for practical reasons, genuine reasons without making it sexual or strange, you appreciate that Quinn's concern right now is making sure you're okay not the fact he can see your bra.

You can feel his hands glide over the skin of your back and shoulders, assessing, the careful way he looks you over as if a single touch might cause you more unnecessary pain.

"Has it bruised?" Your voice is rough from the crying and the period of silence you'd entered into and Quinn takes it as a good sign that you're starting to talk to him again.

"Yeah, baby, practically black and blue...the kid a boxing champ or something?" He means it as a joke, but the irony is that he's not wrong.

"Yeah, he was actually..."

"Shit, baby...stay here, 'm going to get some ice and paracetamol for that bruise, okay?" You let him go but the moment he's gone you're looking in the mirror, twisting your head round as far as possible to see what the damage it.

Quinn's not wrong, you're legitimately black and blue, your shoulder has a nice fist sized bruise that is already turning various shades of blue and purple, blood pooling under the skin. It explains why each roll of your shoulder aches like nothing else.

"Here, baby," Quinn returns to the bathroom with a tea towel filled with ice, pressing it against the bruise and holding it there. It's cold, uncomfortably so, causing you to hiss.

"s cold..." you mumble frowning at him in the mirror and Quinn gives you a sympathetic look and a quick, commiserating kiss to the top of your shoulder.

"I know, but it'll bring the swelling down, just a few minutes for me, baby?"

"Okay...a few minutes" You agree watching him tend to you in the mirror, downing the paracetamol he brought back for you from the first aid drawer he keeps in the kitchen. Quinn's attentive, even as he holds the ice filled towel to your skin he checks every now and then that he's not giving you freezer burn, that it's helping reduce the swelling and not actually hurting you more.

"Atta, girl," Quinn's free hand cups the back of your neck, thumb rubbing back and forth soothingly, every now and then digging in to a sore spot to distract you from the uncomfortable cold sensation against your shoulder blade.

"Can we cuddle now?" You're patient for the first few minutes but that starts to wain as the cold becomes almost painful against your skin.

"Yeah, sweet girl, we can cuddle now...think you've earned it," Quinn throws the melting ice into the bathroom sink, hand trailing down to grip yours to tug you back to the bedroom.

He helps you change into comfy clothes before tugging you down into the bedcovers with him. You breathe a sigh of relief as you curl into his side, face pressed into the warm crook of his neck, leg slung over his waist. Quinn rests a hand on your thigh, pulling your leg tighter against him while his other hand finds its way into your hair, scratching gently across your scalp.

"You tired, baby?" You can't help but close your eyes at the way Quinn's fingers curl in your hair and run through each strand, burrowing as deep into his neck as you can as he pulls the covers up and over the top of the two of you to create a cosy little nest of warmth.

"Yeah...really tired..."

"Eventful day, huh?" You nod into his neck in agreement, feeling like your body has been through the mental and emotional wringer. There's the physical discomfort of being punched obviously, but the bigger issue is how emotionally exhausted you feel. Your nervous system having been put through fight or flight, only to have to come crashing down from that adrenaline high.

"You can sleep, baby, it's okay, I'll be here when you wake up..."

"You promise?"

"I promise, 'm not going anywhere." It's his reassurance, the firm but gentle hold on you that helps you fall asleep because you trust him, you believe him. You know that if Quinn says he'll be there when you wake up, then he'll be there.

[delta-drawsarts]

About my "To Save a Sister" comic

Howdy y'all, Delta here! And I'm here to talk about my "To Save a Sister" comic and the process it underwent during the 5 months since I started Part 1 back in September. (Before posting here ofc)

Originally, the comic was a sort of a spur of the moment thing. Mainly cuz I wanted to try drawing Clover running, and just have a "Clover sacrifices themselves to save a life" moment. When I returned to it in December to give it a bit of a fix-up (Yes, I know AU designs were not in Part 1 I was still work shopping them and was too lazy) before moving onto Part 2.

The story that goes through Part 2 didn't change much, but a few things did change the direction. Such as I was going to originally have Clover fall as if they just been dropped into the ocean or something, like those bubbles effects and what not. But it got scrapped cuz I couldn't figure out a way for it to work.

Next was the scene where Kanako was crying in Ceroba's arms while Chujin just stood silently over Clover's crushed body beneath the boulder. At first, I was going to have it play after the dust settled and Kanako see Clover trapped under the boulder, their head and upper torso would have been peaking out with no signs of life as blood pooled around where their body is beneath the boulder. And Kanako would be shaking them and telling them to wake up, but I felt it was too gruesome honestly. Same applies with Kanako's death, because as she's trying to wake up Clover another boulder would have fallen and killed her. But as you saw, I changed that to her visiting their grave before Flowey killed her for shits and giggles.

And I was gonna have Vengeance Clover shoot Reg. Clover and it was gonna fade from the void to their last save point. Like they were being pushed out It looked SO cool in my head, but I couldn't figure out how I wanted to do it :(

Part 3 was already set in stone. Clover uses the Dash to save Kanako, they get trapped, and have to wait for rescue. However, the part that came AFTER I workshopped two ideas. The one y'all saw was obviously one of them, but here's the scrapped version.

Kanako would start having a panic attack, and start melting.

Yep, that's right. Kanako would be a sort of semi-amalgamate, only revealing that when she's deeply distressed or sad. I had the idea implemented when I was originally writing United Bond that Chujin confessed about his secret experiments, before eventually scraping it when I did some rewriting. And the idea of Kanako being a semi-amalgamate stemmed that she and Ceroba were helping Chujin clear out the basement, since he no longer wishes to work on soul experiments. While Kanako was helping, and being curious rummaging through a box, she would accidentally stabbed her hand on a spare syringe that had the serum. (Chujin must have forgotten about it)

Now, nothing happened at first. But then she started spazzing out and melting, Ceroba sensing her distress zoomed to the basement with Chujin in tow. Chujin immediately took the syringe that Kanako dropped and just slammed it into a trash can, sealed it in a box, and shoved it away to destroy later. It took nearly 3 hours before Kanako finally calmed down and reformed back together. Ceroba suggested taking Kanako to Alphys, but Chujin managed to convince her not to, as at that point in the Underground, Alphys had done the DT experiments and went radio silent after messaging families their loved ones were awake. (Chujin is friends with one of these families and heard all about it.) So, he does not trust her to even give him and Ceroba even a fraction of their daughter's condition.

So, Kanako would continue living as a semi-amalgamate. The only other person to know this would be Starlo, who Ceroba had sworn him to secrecy to not tell anybody, even his parents.

It WOULD have been a unique idea though.

Continuing on, Clover would have to try and calm her down, and then they would by telling her about their sibling; Frisk. It ends the same way, but the in-between changed drastically.

[distant--shadow]

I really hope for my mental health I don't get brain rot over a pc again next campaign. I just can't give that much energy to what was meant to be a hobby anymore. dk if this is me saying heads up, I'm probably gonna be posting less fanart or hey, I'm gonna carry on drawing Imogen and whoever else I want and writing my stories to that little crowd of you who have been super appreciative and supportive this whole chapter (honestly thank you guys so much).

being honest here (as I always try to be), my irl income has been kicked like a dead horse this past year or two (along with my physical and mental health), and doing commissions has become my main source of income. and that's wild. I'm really fortunate for that. but it's also scary. It's not the approach or intention I came in to drawing fanart with, and honestly I just can't play to a marketable version of myself and do all of that online persona shit (I know it shows), and I'm being realistic here saying I don't think it's super maintainable going forward. maybe I'm showing how dumb I am rn by not adapting, but i just feel I gotta get back out in the 'real world'. pretty certain I wanna do something involving woodwork, though idk how viable that is as a form of making money for now, especially seeing as I don't have the space to work in and it'll be a lot of up front cost to get going.

is this in effect from now? nah, I'm just sharing where I'm at, and I have some commissions to work on over the next couple of weeks that I'm really excited to do, and if I can keep having that as a sort of safety net for as long as I can then that'd be amazing. idk I guess I'm just laying down expectations. I'm not enthusiastic enough about another show or anything to put those sorta hours in elsewhere, but whose to say of the future.

thanks all either way. I appreciate that my space is a mess, but that feels genuine at least.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter Twenty-Six

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

Today is a day for comfort and soft things. I've declared it, so it is LOL. If you are reading this you are legally obligated to do something nice for yourself.

This latte is brought to you by my partner <3

Let's go chapter 26!!!!!

Okay, so Mu Qing DID reach out and pass on the message. (he did sort of a shit job, but he DID do it). The guys who were supposed to pay attention were just busy doing illicit temple things. p311

Not related to this story at all, but the significance of the ritual in this story really made me think about how different cultures approach auspicious ceremonies. The one that came to mind for me (my family is from Sicily, and some- married in- from Sardinia) is Mamuthones of Mamoiada a Sardinian practice. Definitely not as beautiful as the parade here, but the vibe is essentially the same; using ceremony to chase negativity in preparation for a good year. I just think it's so cool that different places in the world all have their own way of handling luck. p315

This guy (Xie Lian) is a mess. 1. only 3 passes so already starting rough. 2. the divine outfit is filthy. 3. bro lost his earing too. p319

The tension between Mu Qing and Feng Xin is far too much! If these two don't become lovers, I swear. p320

What a wild translation, "No, no. You promise me right now that this stops here. Otherwise, I'll break up my relationship with you, and you'll be cursed to never find a wife!" p326

:( Everyone bullying Mu Qing. No wonder this man is moody as hell. p230

Qi Rong; an absolute menace behind the wheel. Someone needs to get this man in a mafia au. p335

oof. MXTX just casually tossing this trauma out there. The fact that Xie Lian went from being a picky eater to literally eating trash just hits me in the heart. p337

I feel like half the characters in this series need mental health support. Poor Qi Rong honestly, this kid was struggling from day 1. p339

My heart! If this is the same bandaged boy in the present, this kid has been through too much! p345

Hong's little "ugly" broke my soul. p349

This is so wild to me that they want to punish Feng Xin for doing his literal job. p353

adds "daddy issues" to Xie Lian's chart. p355

Jeeze. Qi Rong's parents story to. No wonder this kid is unwell. p358

oooo! Hong LYING about his home. Mu Qing dropping the truth and calling this kid out. Why the last sentence of the chapter though!

Once again we are left at a critical point.

I need to know this little man's story. Why is he so small, how is it that he basically cannot die, what are they plotting????

Can yall believe there is 1 more chapter (I think 1 maybe 2) left of book two!?!?!?

[libblesdoodles]

Thanks my friend! This is gonna be fun!

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What's the origin of your blog title? So I originally went by a different username before this named, and I shit you not, ‘libbygirl007’. As I’ve grown older and stuff, I was not liking my original username anymore. During the pandemic, a few people called me ‘Libbles’ quite a bit, and the nickname stuck. And because I like to do art things, the username kinda sounded silly but also perfect at the same time. And thus, “libblesdoodles” was born.

OTP(s) + Shipname: Imodna (Imogen and Laudna from Critical Role AAA I LOVE THESE WOMEN SO MUCH LIKE YOUVE PROBABLY SEEN ME REBLOG A BUNCH OF IMODNA FANART), Beauyasha (also from Critical Role BECAUSE WOMEN-), MarcLayla (this ship hurts but also makes me feel all fuzzy inside)

Favorite color: Purple but I also love pastels

Favorite game(s): Oxenfree, What Remains of Edith Finch, Dreamlight Valley, Mario Kart, Mario Party, The Outer Worlds, Animal Crossing, Lake, and Hades

Song stuck in your head: I have a normal answer and an unhinged one. Normal answer is Strawberry Wine by Noah Kahan. Unhinged answer is Two Trucks (having sex) by Lemon Demon.

Weirdest habit/trait: uhhhh I guess chewing on erasers?

Hobbies: Gaming, painting, and playing the violin

If you work, what's your profession: Data Entry at a local insurance place.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Content Creator. I wanna talk about my favorite things (and I will SOON. Hopefully. Maybe)

Something you're good at: IRL Tetris when it comes to fitting things in certain areas, simple math (especially in Trivia Murder Party where it’s stress math), and knowing which SpongeBob episode a meme comes from just based on a frame or piece of dialogue from the episode

Something you're bad at: anything and everything else lol

Something you love: my family, my online friends, and fictional characters

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: If it’s something from any of special interests, I’m in it.

Something you hate: Certain sounds like a metal fork scraping on a glass plate, styrofoam rubbed together, and if someone is chewing in silence. Oh and FIREWORKS! God I hate fireworks. There’s also like certain things like spiders and rollercoasters.

Something you collect: I collect all sorts of things from my hyperfixations and special interests, but what I collect the most is Monster High dolls (specifically from Gen 3)

Something you forget: My wallet and keys. Always.

What's your love language? Acts of service and receiving gifts

Favorite movie/show: Moon Knight, Werewolf by Night, The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (2004), Bluey, Howl’s Moving Castle, My Neighbor Totoro, Nightmare Before Christmas, Coraline, Legend of Vox Machina, SpongeBob SquarePants, Monster High (the 2010 webseries), like I could go on and on but we would be here forever.

Favorite food: Chicken nuggets FTW!!!

Favorite animal: Butterflies, moths, sloths and narwhals

What were you like as a child? I was for the most part a quiet kid. I would still have meltdowns, and those would ruin my day, but as I grew up, I was like “hey, maybe it will be okay since this is just a little thing.”

Favorite subject at school? I love space, so I would say my high school space class (even though I despised the teacher that was teaching it). But I’ll say orchestra because I loved playing the violin (I’m gonna get back into it this year)

Least favorite subject: Any of my English classes. Don’t get me wrong, I loved getting to read the literature we were read before they got ‘banned’, but having to do quizzes after every few chapters made my brain melt.

What's your best character trait? I will always listen whenever you need to talk, and I can pass on the best advice I’ve gotten from media growing up.

What's your worst character trait? If I ever “ghost” any of you in a way, it’s not because I’ve ever lost interest in talking to you or hate you. I have the neurospice in me, so socializing is hard.

If you could change any detail of your right now, what would it be? I want pointy elf ears SO BAD!

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? Honestly I don’t know, but there are people I don’t want to be in a 10 mile radius of me.

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): I’m gonna recommend a recent fanfic, so if you guys haven’t checked out Yarn from @/my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction, please do! It’s SO WHOLESOME!! I love Jake Lockley way too much man!!!

I’m letting this be a free for all. Whoever sees this, do it if you want!

Get To Know Your Moots

thanks for the tag @oscar-isaacx

What's the origin of your blog title? there's a combination of my initials somewhere in there with random letters

OTP(s) + Shipname: having just finished the star wars trilogy, i am very much a finnpoe shipper

Favorite color: purple and light grey

Favorite game: i like the last of us, fallout 4. my favorite board game is monopoly

Song stuck in your head: espresso by sabrina carpenter

Weirdest habit/trait? does obsessing over fictional men count lol?

Hobbies: I love writing (just not comfortable sharing yet), reading, taking walks

If you work, what's your profession? within the business realm. not fun, but i get paid, so i can't complain too much

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? astronomer. i didn't want to deal with all of that schooling lol

Something you're good at: i'm always on time, never late anywhere

Something you're bad at: a lot

Something you love: my siblings

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: any of my hyperfixations, but definitely Oscar at the moment - specifically, episode 5 of moon knight which i rewatched last night lol

Something you hate: nothing really except the political state of the us at the moment

Something you collect: eos chapsticks

Something you forget: i can't think of it right now

What's your love language? i've never taken the test, but probably quality time

Favorite movie/show: movie right now has to be the letter room (do short films count?) and show is unbelievable

Favorite food: pasta

Favorite animal: cats, koalas, dolphins

What were you like as a child? let's not talk about it lol

Favorite subject at school? chemistry and english, i know it's weird

Least favorite subject: social studies

What's your best character trait? i will always advocate for you

What's your worst character trait? I stay stuck in my shell a lot

If you could change any detail of your right now, what would it be? to make the temperature above freezing

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? George washington

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): i just read @eyelessfaces ahead, ahead with poe and it was so good; highly recommend all of their work

i'll tag @nowritingonthewall @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @have-you-seen-my-sanity

thank you again @oscar-isaacx for tagging me and getting me out of my shell lol

[naamahdarling]

You know what? You know what I think?

I think that if we lived as we were meant to, in larger intimate ("extended family") groups and with more shared labor and time to do it (UBI NOW) people like me would not feel so useless and burdensome because there would be people around to help and to do what neurodivergent people can't while making valuable space for the neurodivergent to do what they ARE good at.

The way we live right now, all right, the way we live right now forces units of two adults to be able to do EVERYTHING or PAY to have someone come do it for them. I have to do the housework. I have to do it! But I am having to do a million different things and most of them I am not good at. I suck at them.

I wouldn't feel like shit, okay, if I had more than one other person around who was not a child and who could do the things I can't, like do the yard and cook and do repairs and basic maintenance; and someone else to split everything else that I like but is too much for me. It would free me to do what I am good at and enjoy. Cleaning, as in the sink and toilet, the windows, the blinds. Taking out trash. Folding, hanging, and sorting laundry.

But because all the shit I can do often relies on other shit being done first, and I can't do or have trouble doing those things, the shit I can do often can't be done. And even the shit I can do, I can't do ALL of it. So I can't keep up, and things get very bad.

We aren't meant to live like this. We are not meant to live like this.

That thought hurts so much because being able to flee the birth family is integral to survival for so many people. I'm so afraid that living in larger family groups would create more opportunities for, say, queer kids to be isolated, rejected, bullied, and abused. But if we gave people enough money to survive, and stopped considering children the property of their parents with no system in place to help them escape bad situations except a system that is often just as bad, just different.

I'm aware that communes and collectives aren't all that successful and are kind of a joke. I don't mean that. I mean a fundamental shift to multigenerational families where taking in "strays" (which my family did) is also normalized so people escaping abuse into existing households was accepted, with these families centered in maybe a couple of different larger residences so not everyone has to buy and maintain their own fucking washing machine and vacuum cleaner, and so people can benefit from large group meals that yield leftovers, and so child and elder care can also be centralized.

Then disabled people and the neurodivergent and sick and injured people, and pregnant people, and grieving people, would not have to either labor through all those stressors or consign themselves to living off an unlivable pittance or being put under legal guardianship.

I'm not saying anything new. People live like this in other parts of the world and maybe it sucks and I am wrong. But I'm just really mad right now because I can either do laundry or clean the sink but not both, and I really think we could improve society somewhat by making it so I did not have to choose one without sacrificing the other.

[vaguely-concerned]

even at this point in the story and with the romance well and truly confirmed it's very possible that lucanis has never seen even a sliver of rye's naked skin below the throat. very likely no one on the team has yet except possibly emmrich if rye got hurt in battle and needed help patching it up. high-necked watcher garb with gloves and all stay ON at all times. thank god for rye's sake that lucanis' history of romantic interest indicates that surprise bitch he could be kind of into that fhsdkjfas

[bucket-puns]

Old limbus women but one of them is my OC LMAOOOO

[capricioussun]

Luck and Cue!! I love those guys!

I'll start with what they do! Cue handles the more professional stuff, and inner workings of the family, while Luck is more like an ambassador, checking in on local business they're "partnered" with, befriending even those they're not, doing his best to make Aster a name with predominantly positive association for most.

Honestly not too dissimilar to how the Mafiafell brothers' work dynamic functions, too, except Cue handles the more official publicity type of stuff, and Luck usually handles the, uh. "Sensitive matters".

As for their relationship, it's still pretty good, if maybe a bit more distant than classic US. They do still look out for each other, that loyalty is absolutely still there, but things are just...a little stilted between them. Almost not as close as brothers, sort of more like very good old friends, but not entirely. A little hard to explain, but they do know each other very well, even with the rift that'd grown after having the torch passed to them.

Luck is a bit of a brat and loves to do things for the sole purpose of annoying Cue, however he learned very early on Cue wouldn't bail him out if he really wanted to teach him a lesson and is careful about taking things "too far".

Cue, while caring deeply for his brother, feels like entertaining his more rebellious nature is just coddling or humoring him, and he doesn't want to encourage that, so he can be a bit hard on him, but whose to say that isn't deserved?

They tend to step on each others toes, and neither really wanted to live this kind of life and sort of had it forced on them unexpectedly, but they cope with that in entirely different ways. Though it's still significantly better for both than it'd be if either had to do it alone, that's for sure

[buddietommys]

"Why not?"

"I wish you were a girl."

[lecliss]

I'll never be able to take the theory that Vincent is Sephiroth's real father seriously cuz I cannot stress enough how important I think it is to the plot that Vincent wanted to fuck Lucrecia and did not get to.

[arolesbianism]

Just realized I forgot to post these

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: TUCHANKA (PART 2)

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, Urdnot Wrex, and Dr. Mordin Solus With: Urdnot Bakara And a Special Guest Appearance by: Kalros, Mother of All Thresher Maws I MADE A MISTAKE! I made a mistake... big picture made of little pictures- too many variables. Can't hide behind statistics... can't ignore new data- my responsibility. Need to go- running out of time. Not your work, not your cure- not your decision. Had to be me- someone else might have gotten it wrong... Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[laconchadetumadre]

benjulie's relationship from julie's pov me thinks

[megaclubdiolis]

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