#thread 14

[toa-masquerade]

So this is Pasithee's magic...

In a ballroom full of people, they look at no one in particular, a hand raised as if to touch the air itself. To their mind there is something different but familiar, like wading through water; to their senses, there is nothing. It feels like there should be.

Realizing someone has joined them, their fingers curl slightly as they turn their head. 

"Hello!" They extend a greeting and a smile. "Are you having fun?" There is warmth, almost, in the way they hold this- this nothing at all. And then a laugh. "This magic... Doesn't it almost feel like you can touch it?

[watfletcher]

{Text from Lily}: So you were right about rushing into getting married. Instead of saying I told you so could you buy me a drink instead?

[text] I can do that. And I'm sorry I was unkind to you then.

[text] I was jealous. And I think I was upset you never really mentioned him.

[text] Anyway, enough about him. Let's get you drunk.

@lilylynch

[fangsanddaggers]

Well, it seemed insulting the young one was enough to make him finally leave him be. The puffing up and talk about the grand achievements were nothing to him, he could talk about what he's bound to do in his world as well.

He waits to ensure the other left before returning to hunting, huffing dark to himself about teenager humans and early murder. It seemed everyone here had a tragic backstory.

Bear. A challenge, it might kick in his fight or flight response and trick him into feeding. He mindlessly follows the creature until he notes it charging...

Right into the clearing where Deidara was.

Sure, he knew the kid had skill, he could see it in the control of his movement and the leaping around. However, the issue laid in he didn't have any weapons, didn't even know how scenting could track him.

He picks up the pace, eyes narrowing as he tears through the forest after the towering beast. It broke the clearing, roaring as it raised for a strike to the young. Blood suddenly burst from it's face, slash marks forming from seemingly nothing before it's yanked sideways.

A flurry of blue and Astarion was on it's back, hunched down with fangs ripping past flesh into those hot veins. It thrashes against him, retreating where it had come only to slump down as the spawn drained it with the ravenous hunger of a starved man. It takes another moment before he rips from the fur coated skin, gasping for air that it doesn't need, shaking as he felt the hot lifeblood drip from his jaw as red flashed in the mild shade of the tree line to check on Deidara.

He seemed almost blind to the feral look, that he still managed to get nothing on his clothes, hunching forward as his hand wiped at his jaw, tongue tracing his bottom lip as he moves on the corpse beneath.

"You good?" At least he had some braincells in there to at least speak English and not Elvish.

"Naivety, are you serious, un?" Deidara barks a laugh, baring his teeth in what would be a smile if it was any less sharp. "I haven't been a kid since I was twelve and killed a man for the first time, yeah. I fought two of the most dangerous entities in my world practically alone; you don't scare me, un."

That doesn't mean he's inclined to hop down from his high perch and get within range. He knows a predator when he sees one, and this Astarion is dangerous. Not enough to scare him, but make him wary? Sure. He's wary of anyone who might be dangerous.

"Don't taunt a ninja with a secret, un. He'll always figure it out somehow, yeah. But if you want to play cat and mouse until then that's fine with me, un." At least he has something interesting to look into now, something to occupy himself with when life here just isn't enough to satisfy. He flips a little two fingered salute and leaps back up into the higher branches, waiting a moment to see if Astarion will pursue him before he heads back to his makeshift training ground.

[samstrifee]

i loathe real life men all day and then i log in here and look at pictures of the two somewhat offputtingly incestuous guys from supernatural and i am sane again..has anyone else tried this

[troythecatfish]

[episodes-without-incident]

6/18/2024:

6 episodes since Drawfee last referenced Cats (2019)

14 episodes since Drawfee last referenced Everytime We Touch (2005)

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With that said, I went to look at Karina's recent Neopets tweets and this. definitely counts as something.

[fangsanddaggers]

Astarion wanted big ones. He had a plan for the day, energy zipping through his body like it hadn't since the moss. His eyes were alight, a fire reignited in them as he giggled at the kisses to his knuckles. Though he soon pouts as he's found out, chewing his lips as he fussed.

Before or after?

"After, darling. I don't want any distractions. Plus... It's not easy to simply talk about. Best sought out after a nice day." Lips curled as he twitched his wrist ever so subtly, mimicking a heartbeat best as his undead frame would allow. "It's nothing but good, my love. I promise." He pulls the human in closer, stealing a slow, passionate kiss from him, melting down at the touch as he's always want to do.

"Book us in as soon as possible. I'll go get cleaned up and ready." He eagerly kissed the warm cheek, pat his butt before skittering off. He slips into his special fridge in the room, snatching a blood bag on his way past.

It was his first meal in days and he was eagerly chugging it down as he padded for the bathroom humming. If he had a tail, it would be curling and sweeping behind him.

It hadn't been easy, getting Astarion even to this point where he was fussing instead of frantic and grief stricken and angry at himself. He didn't like to wander too far and getting him to eat had been a nightmare in of itself; thank goodness there was a butcher Roberto could buy blood from or he'd have to watch the vampire starve himself.

Wolfwood helped too. He seemed to know exactly what was wrong after a few minutes in Astarion's presence, and put up with the vampire's focus like a champ.

Roberto blinks at the sudden movement, huffing in amusement as his knuckles are kissed like he's some delicate lady.

"Three huh? Dunno if we even have any walls big enough for three tapestries to hang. I guess they might make small ones, it doesn't say what size they are or anything." Not that he has an objection to the idea; 'home' is different things when different people are involved. One for each of their separate homes and one for their developing home together, that sounded nice.

A turn of his wrist and he's the one kissing knuckles this time, dragging his beard over pale skin.

"Sure, sounds like a plan. Looks like we make appointments, since it'll be a thing that takes a bit. I'll go ahead and call them, see about setting it up." A small pause and he presses his thumb to Astarion's wrist, where his pulse should be but isn't. "I'm sensing a talk incoming. Before or after, hm?"

[tortellinigirl]

i think the adult relationship to the childhood dog is something that is so tender and heart-wrenching and important. you are the last vestige of my childhood. you are the sacred keeper of the memories i hold dearest, but you can barely see or hear me anymore. who do i become once you’re gone? where do i turn to remember myself? you’re the last one sitting next to me at the door of a childhood home that no longer exists, waiting patiently for the return of a family that no longer exists. where can i live when you, too, no longer exist? i can’t let go. please don’t make me let go. i know you’ll leave soon. i wish you didn’t have to. but she’s just a dog. her life is short and i will witness her death and i’ve known this from the beginning. i didn’t think it would come so fast. am i ready? have i become someone yet? have i become unrecognizable to her yet? does she still see the child i was? i’m still the child i was. please, don’t forget the child i was. please don’t take her away from me.

[monards]

can we talk for a minute abt the fact alicia's room has presumably been 46 degrees consistently and she. thought absolutely nothing of it. like she never though ANYTHING about it? the exorcist? whose thing is finding signs of ghosts? can we talk about this guys

[ofginjxints]

@ourcwnside because we are insatiable

It was the first time they had actually planned a trip, with the intentions of simple enjoyment. For so long whenever they met, even on purpose there was an air of duty or work for them to do. After the aversion of the end of the world, they could finally slow down, finally enjoy themselves.

They had rented a coastal property with a sea view for the week. Somewhere private and cosy where they could even escape the responsibility of a never-open bookshop. Aziraphale had done his research on restaurants he wanted to try whilst he was there and he walked proudly arm-in-arm with his demon down the seafront to the first one.

It was a lovely seafood restaurant, boasting the freshest from the sea and they were 'luckily' squeezed in for the evening by a simple wave of a hand.

"I believe my husband and I have a table booked. Under the name of Fell." Aziraphale smiled at the host, a happy smile on his face as he patted Crowley's arm when he said husband.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

Gantober #1 - Rest

(Ocarina of Time Adult Timeline, no particular tag or trigger)

Gantober Masterlist

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After a while —though what a while consisted of here evaded him entirely— Ganondorf found there was an ease to the chains binding him to nothingness.

At first he had trashed, howling curses that no one would ever hear. He had raged at the wounds cracking his face open. Raged at the puny things that denied him the fruits of a lifetime of seething work. Raged at the gods, the fabric of all worlds; raged at the Triforce, at Hyrule and its blessed winds... but not even he could hear the sounds that he made. The wild, pungent fur retracted into fragile skin. He shrunk; his inhumane features settling for the gauntness of an aging man.

Slowly, agonizingly, he allowed the silence to suffocate him.

He felt his consciousness fracture, evading him from all sides, spilling from the gashes in his flesh and off into the gloomy purples of this non-dimension. He could rest, he thought —almost pleadingly. He could allow his failure to define him. He could stop resisting the flow of time and fate, give up, let it all go. Find the place where he had always belonged: as passing history, a mark on the stone, and then nothing more than legend.

Rest.

And he would have. To his shame, he would have.

He would have, if not for the insistent golden light piercing the ghastly edges of the void. The shard, embedded deep within his bones. The proof, throbbing through his living corpse in a dull ache, denying him respite from the scorching thirst of his soul.

He would have, had he not won once already.

[bravewolfvesperia]

@valiantxunion | continued

At first the youngest of them hadn't even completely registered what he was seeing when he'd met his teen self. It was the bewildered reaction from his counterpart and a really brief, accidental spilling of a few words that put the pieces together. Confused as he was, Yuri had been about to head off on his own to look for a way back when, well, Yuri had stopped him and suggested staying together for now.

Part of it was that yeah, the two of them were completely lost and unsure why people - at the very least the older adults - were staring absolute holes into them. The other part of it was just Yuri's instincts kicking in and taking hold of the child's wrist before he marched right off and got into some kind of trouble. As much as he insisted he was fine on his own, his older self had doubts about that, and the odd setup they were in didn't help.

Despite going around with a child he could easily just refer to as his brother in the meantime, people seemed oddly concerned and befuddled at seeing them together. Eventually the elder of the two decided it was time to start asking questions, confronting a few of the adults who seemed younger and less confused, albeit seeming to try to figure out why something felt off looking at the two of them.

After a few attempts, someone finally told them to hold on for a bit while they went to get someone. Turned out it was Hanks they went to get, which was a mixture of relieving and just as confusing as everything else. Why did they need to get Hanks of all people? In this moment at least, the older Yuri was entirely positive neither of them had kicked up a fuss over anything or gotten into anything chaotic.

Just like the others though, Hanks was taken aback when he saw them and for a good few long seconds, totally lost for words. He had even reached for a hand on each of them to confirm they were physically present, leaving the two of them feeling even more lost when it took the man a bit longer than expected to let go. After near stifling confusion, Hanks explained he knew someone who looked just like them and that that person lived here.

Lived here? Both Yuris looked at each other. But... they lived here. They had never seen each other, let alone this third guy. Of the two, the teen already knew what he was dealing with with his younger self, but the kid had no idea what to expect looking at himself at around double his age. The only reason he was even able to figure that out was because his teen self had blurted it out in an attempt to make sense of the situation to himself.

With all the weird looks they'd been getting though, when Hanks suggested bringing them somewhere else so they could work this out, they had both agreed. It was just too eerie for them being watched like that. The Lower Quarter never looked at people like that, much less their own people. To say the least, it was... uncomfortable.

On their way to the inn, the younger self began wiggling his hand from the hold of the teen's, almost squirmy. "I don't need you holding my hand, you know." It wasn't a question; just a plain statement. He was right though, and it wasn't like the older of the two expected him to just run off. He was hard to control for sure, if only because the teen knew that firsthand, but he wouldn't just scram the second he found an opening for no particular reason.

"Yeah, yeah, I gotcha." He didn't tell his smaller self, but it was just that same instinct kicking back in. Even if this was a little him, he was still a child and Yuri's first reaction to dealing with a confused lost child was to take care of them until help was found. And, it may have been Yuri himself, and he may have hidden it entirely too well for a seven year old, but he was definitely freaked out at the position he'd found himself in.

When Hanks went to get the apparent lookalike, neither of them had spoken to each other. They were too busy trying to come to terms with understanding their surroundings. It wasn't until the third of them arrived that their bafflement returned immediately. In the teen's case, it was pretty obvious what Hanks was referring to, and it really didn't help that this man dressed too similarly to him. In the youngest's case, he could see the resemblance between the two elders and he already knew who the teen was to him.

The now newly eldest of them seemed intent on keeping them all together, with the youngest being reluctant to have to follow them around like, literally, a lost child. The now middle child couldn't help the absolute pout that exposed itself with the way his elder self expressed preferring to do other things with his time instead of hanging out with him.

The youngest sighed, still somewhat unaware of the problem. Sure, they were... each other, but if they could get that around and tell people not to worry about it while they worked on figuring something out, surely it wouldn't be a problem? "I still don't really get it... but I guess it makes sense we can't leave you unattended if you couldn't be trusted to just come here on your own and old man Hanks had to lead you here. You must get into trouble a whole lot if you couldn't even be trusted with something that simple."

Ouch. The teen among them winced. "Like you're any better..."

"And actually!" Well, the kid found his voice again. "Why would I be Tiny Yuri, anyway? Why can't you be Biggest Yuri or something? Why do you get to keep our name? What, because you're the oldest?"

At that point the teen's mind had already drifted as he shut the complaining out. "I'm... going to be in so much trouble when I don't show up back home tonight..." At first he'd be in trouble, and then everyone would start to panic if he was missing for too long. Was he missing? Was he technically there still? Maybe they could find something out later in the Public Quarter...

[14dayswithyou]

PSA ! I'm turning anon back on so all y’all attention-seeking assholes can direct your hate towards me instead of harassing indie yan devs who just wanna have fun and interact on this platform.

Also!! Here's an article you should read once you're done bothering game devs! It's really interesting and definitely applies to all of you

[bog-mummies]

god i hate it when someone i'm mutuals with says/reblogs some stupid shit on tumblr. why did you have to do that

[isa-ah]

yall ever end up thinking back on periods of ur life and ur like. bro what

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

TSAMS fandom really deciding to throw me on a full rerun of the worst parts of my time on the internet huh