#to bastardize the definition a bit:

[housewifebuck]

This pillow princess fic?

Will it be for Kinktober

Also what is a pillow princess

I dont adhere to deadlines well enough to participate in kinktober so probably not! And also um. Well you see. It’s uh. It’s. Um. Eddie

[jordblod]

!! crucial !! piece of hilson lore confirmed - they're fucking LOSERS honestly? so affirming to me. this isn't news i know but to get this explicit piece of interaction about being a lonely child and now being weird adults who don't know how to make friends or have "normal" conversations or connections like this is the shit i eat for breakfast, especially accompanied with the complete and utter sense of surrender to this fact that wilson displays. there's absolutely no reason whatsoever for him to defend himself or act as if what house is saying isn't true bc it is and they both know it and knows the other knows it even if they've never actually talked about this once which is very likely but they know cause they're the same and they only have each other and and and

[azu1as]

HI TINN ITS ME PITTY 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

i was wondering if youre still open for prompts… and if u are can you write about pbss somehow tranported to current mount hua, and everyone is confused af and just watches pbss and divine dragon interact (and maybe argue) with each other

PITTY HELLO ♥✨♥✨♥ yes i'm always open to prompts !!! im literally rotating rotmhs in my head 24/7

this first half was actually born from another prompt by mei on discord but I want to build on it, so dumping it here 👍 HAHAHA

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The Plum Blossom Sword Saint lets out a ragged breath, his vision rapidly fading. His sword falls from his hand and soon after his body follows.

"...Mount Hua..." he mumbles, aware that the only thing left that awaited him was the cold claim of death.

He dies. And in the next second, he blinks up to a clear sky, the dead bodies that surrounded him gone.

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Dawn had barely broken when an incessant banging against Mount Hua's gates and shouting started and broke the tranquil silence, rousing several disciples.

"OPEN UP!" Someone barks out from the other side. "Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Open this gate right now!!"

Un Am frowns at the lack of manners and respect being shown by the source of the shouting. He reaches the gate and pulls it open. It takes Un Am a bit of effort to ensure that his voice sounded cordial, "Hello, we aren't accepting any visitors this ear—"

Un Am cuts himself off as he takes note of the state of the man in front of him. The man's robes and face were crusted with dried blood despite a lack of any visible injury. That is, if one ignore his lack of an arm.

It still didn't explain the amount of blood he had on his body that was free from any wounds and visible scars.

The man's eyes were bloodshot and trembling. Un Am, even from afar, could tell that there was something deeply wrong with this man. He seemed unconscious of the way he emanated a manic aura; there was a charged sort of energy surrounded him that made an instinctive part of Un Am grip his sword handle in response.

The most notable and unexplainable part of the man, however, was the blood-stained plum blossom embroidered on his chest.

"Who...?" Un Am finds himself unable to react to the man's speed and freezes in place as the man grabs him by the lapels of his robe. He pulls Un Am towards himself and grits out,

"What. Happened. To. My Sect."

%%%

Baek Cheon was quickly ushered into the Sect Leader's residence the moment he returned with a few others from their last excursion to Xi'an.

"What's going on?" He asks.

Elder Un Geom, for a lack of a better word, looked harried. His face twists into a grimace. "It's a bit complicated..."

Baek Cheon doesn't know how he should feel about that response.

Surely, it couldn't be too terrible. After all, their sect was still standing and they did leave Chung Myung behind to stay on Mount Hua as he and the other chosen second-class disciples only had to deliver some goods and tokens to their subsect. Their youngest wouldn't let anything dangerous happen on his watch.

Baek Cheon tries to probe more information. "Before you pulled me away, Baek Sang mentioned something about a guest...?"

"We aren't quite sure of the specifics either, I'm afraid. But the man claims to be one of our ancestors from over a hundred years ago."

"An ancestor? Was he able to verify the claims?"

Un Geom nods. "I've never seen someone weild our plum blossom technique with as much power as he did."

If that was the case, then maybe their supposed ancestor could help them develop and improve their sword techniques even further by teaching them more about the skills that have been lost through time.

"Isn't that a good thing then?"

"It should be, but Chung Myung..."

Ah. Hearing those last three trailing words did not promise anything good.

When they finally opened the door to the Sect Leader's residence, they were greeted to the sight of a soulless Hyun Jong slumped against the wall, a freaked-out Yoon Jong who seemed to be torn between jumping into the fray and throwing himself out the window, and—

"WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO BEAT UP OUR ANCESTOR, YOU BRAT?!"

Their ancestor and Chung Myung pause in their positions as they both turned eerily similar pink gazes towards the two new entrants.

Chung Myung had the end of their ancestor's ponytail pulled towards him and scrunched up in his fists. His knee pressed against the older man's chest and neck while his jaw was unhinged as he was clearly attempting to bite the man's single arm.

Their ancestor in turn had his one hand closed around half of Chung Myung's face, trying to push him away. His legs were wrapped around Chung Myung's lower half in an inescapable hold and he seemed to have been gearing up for a headbutt before Baek Cheon and Un Geom interrupted them.

"You want me to call this brat my ancestor?!" Chung Myung shouts out as he renewed his attempts to bite the man by roughly grabbing onto the base of his ponytail.

"I'm one hundred years older than you!" Their ancestor grits out as he unashamedly bites Chung Myung's arm. "You disrespectful descendant! Back in my time—"

"'Back in my time', my ass!"

"You...!"

Off to the side, their current sect leader lets out a pitiful moan of mental pain. Baek Cheon would comfort him if he didn't feel the same amount of psychic damage as he watches his youngest sajil and ancestor continue their childish scuffle, rolling on the floor and uncaringly biting into each other like they were both five-year olds.

Later on, after tempers have cooled and everyone (read: Chung Myung and their ancestor) had managed to settle down into a tenuous truce, Hyun Jong turns a tired, but respectful nod towards the bruised man, "May we know this ancestor's identity?"

"Hm?" Said man absently rubs against the embroidered plum blossom on his new uniform. "Ah, I supposed you would know me as the Plum Blossom Sword Saint."

They would have expressed their shock and surpise, but they get easily distracted by Chung Myung's mocking scoff as he rolls his eyes in response.

[h-didanart]

Hey, do you guys remember that agony//ghost thing the FNaF lore has? Yeah? Cool

Do you guys know any of the synonyms to agony there are? Like, suffering, torment, throes, and the like? Yeah? Cool

Are you guys familiar with my Quiet Throes au//fic thing? Yeah? Cool

Agony ghost Bloodmoon. They torment the hell out of the bastard, and hang around Solar sometimes. But mostly stick around Ruin, staring at him, messing with his things, throwing stuff at him, and generally making his life miserable (as it should be)

Tw for the images below: implied suicide attempt, referenced character death, and implied torture//sa

[nostalgia-tblr]

Hey do yous want to see my favourite bit from the first Thor film? It's this bit:

What's going on here? Why would anyone be standing behind that big gold pillar for any reason other than to slink out from behind it? There's nothing there! Not even the sinister shadows that I suspect were supposed to be on that part of the set.

Oh ho ho, here we go, here we goooooo!!!

Oh yeah, I absolutely 100% trust whatever this lad's about to say. That's the least shifty approach I've ever seen in my life. He barely even skulked.

Listen to him, Thor! I don't care what he's saying to you, it's definitely good advice whatever it is. See how he's leaning towards you in a completely un-conspiratorial manner, speaking quietly because he knows you're a sensitive type who gets nervous around loud noises. This is really good advice. You can tell because he looks so earnest.

Oh and here come some witnesses! I mean your friends!

You can safely ignore whatever he's saying now though, Thor. He's obviously got a bit intimidated by the success that lies ahead when you carry out this amazing plan that you've just come up with all by yourself after he suggested it.

Oof, he's very against you doing that thing that you're about to do! He's sooooo disappointed with the way this is going. He's just said it's madness! In a loud, clear voice that should have carried across the room quite well.

I wonder if any of the witnesses overheard that part of the conversation?

Aye. Aye, they did :)

[i3utterflyeffect]

It's a good thing victim didn't also become a human or else Alan would be in for a bad time. Or did they...?

i don't think they would, no! if they did they'd ALSO be in for a terrible time because. I mean. uhhhhhhh

...whatever happens after they get there, it wouldn't be pretty to say the least

he's still kind of in for a bad time with Chosen though considering they are not at all happy being around Alan and even if SC being around calms them down considerably, this doesn't stop them from randomly having panic attacks and threatening to kill Alan if he gets any closer.

[gayboy-vampyre]

I've decided Saturdays are for posting my cringefail art, so here's the first one for today: a piece I did back in October after that season two poster dropped

Click 4 quality

[incompleteninny]

The eightieth free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click https://www.kitfisto.gay/chapters/thea to read from the beginning).

Valerie's office looks no different from yesterday: plants, grandchildren's trophies, eclectic furnishings. Valerie herself... she's mad. Not that she wasn't mad before, but Albert's transgression then was old — scabbed over. The events of the past night are a different story.

Seated across the desk from her, Albert drums their fingers along the seam of a plush armrest. They study her. Underneath the anger lurks something that should be imperceptible. Especially so, given how little time has passed since the two last parted.

Aging.

A year, a day, a minute. It doesn't matter, even for a woman harboring hundreds more years than she should. Albert can feel it: imperfect cells, damaged through poor choices or nature's own flawed regeneration. Like worms writhing underneath her skin

Albert lists their head about the room. It's already been a day, huh? Ever faster does it crawl.

[...]

The star of the chapter themself. A non-binary natural disaster.

[kn1ght-l1ght]

Hey guess who's been writing a fic for months & finally caved into showing a sneak peak that isn't even in the main story

If

Bodoque finds himself tossing & turning in bed, when his eyes snap open, a cold sweat dew gathering along his brow. He sits himself up against the bed frame, quickly scanning the room he now finds himself in. 

The walls are covered in a pale green wallpaper, parts of it seemingly peeling away to reveal the cheap plaster underneath. A cork board is hanging on one side, covered in sticky notes & blurry polaroids. On the other is an open window, the shining sun outside indicating it was probably around noon. The final wall is plain, bearing a closed wooden door. The white paint is peeling off & bronze door knob polished only at the top from heavy use. Suddenly, there's a loud series of knocks at the door, startling the rabbit.

“Heyyyyy, Bodoqueeee! You overslept again! You're gonna be late to class, again!” booms out a familiar voice from the door. “I'm coming in, my book's inside & unlike you, I care about being on time to my classes!” cries out the voice before a tall figure bursts through the door. The figure then quickly covers their eyes with a large, 4 fingered hand. “GAH! Juan Carlos, put on some pants, geez!”

It was there that Bodoque realized he was only wearing underpants, the blanket having been tossed on the floor during his fitful slumber. He makes no attempt to cover up, instead choosing to cross his arms in discontent as he gets a good look at the taller man. His form is lankier than Bodoque remembers, but his shoulders are broad & strong. He's a sky blue shirt, buttoned all the way up to his neck. A set of black suspenders hold up a pair of dark gray slacks, a matching tie tops off his ensemble.

“God, has he always dressed like such a nerd…?” wonders the rabbit. 

“It's not like you gave me a chance to put any on before you almost broke my door down, Tulio. Besides, it's not like it's something you've never seen before, stupid.”

The sock monkey gasps in a scandalized manner, before holding his other hand in a shushing gesture.

“Woah, hey! Don't say it so loud! You know how nosy people are in these dorms, I don't want anyone spreading weird rumors about me!” replied Tulio, his voice a harsh whisper as he approached his friend. He picks up the blanket from the floor to cover up the rabbit's exposed body. As he places the blanket on him, Bodoque suddenly grabs onto his hand, paw holding it in an iron grip.

“Hey! Stop messing around, man! Let go of my ha-” is all Tulio is able to say before he's pulled into a messy kiss, Bodoque's free arm pulling him closer. At first, the taller man considers fighting the growing urges, but chooses to return the kiss, allowing himself to melt into the warmth of his best friend.

The kissing gradually becomes more heated, desperate, and Tulio notices that Bodoque seems to be whispering something in-between breathy kisses. They sound like, apologies? As Bodoque proceeds to unbutton Tulio's shirt, the monkey begins to feel a wetness on his cheek.

“Juan Carlos, are you crying?” he asks the shorter man, making him pause his efforts to undress the other. He doesn't respond, simply attempts to continue unbuttoning Tulio’s shirt. Tulio pulls away, then grabs hold of his paw. “Hey, look at me, man. Are you good? And what was up with the mumbling earlier?” Bodoque remains quiet, Tulio’s mouth morphs into a frown. He lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Look, if you like, don't feel good today, I'll let you borrow my notes later, ok? Class is gonna start soon & my clothes are a mess. I gotta go, I'll see you la-”

“Wait, don't go, stay with me, please” Bodoque manages to say. His free paw meets Tulio's grip, face still downcast & refusing to meet the other's gaze. Tulio looks at him, intently waiting for a response. He waits for any sign from Bodoque that would give him, at the very least, an inkling on what was going on in the mind of his long eared friend. When he still doesn't get anything else from the rabbit, Tulio decides to sit next to him, still holding his paw. They sit in silence for what feels like hours before either says another word, Bodoque finally breaking the silence. 

“Tulio, if you had the chance to change the past, would you do it?” he asks. Confused, Tulio thinks for a few seconds about the question.

“Well, I would probably change it so I'd be here a little earlier, to wake you up and have time for…stuff” he answers, a blush forming as he thought about the possibilities of being there earlier. Bodoque lets out a small, solemn chuckle, cuddling up to the taller man.

“I agree, it would be nice to be able to do things, earlier. To do things before it's too late, get a chance to do more with the ones you love.”

Tulio turns to look at his friend, who then finally looks up at him, eyes red & puffy with drying tears across his cheeks. He feels at a loss; he knew Bodoque had a bit of a “romantic” side with his occasionally flowery language & how often he'd spend the night with random classmates instead of studying. But to admit he felt love for someone, and that someone was him of all people, was honestly a shock to him.

They had messed around sometimes when they were younger, he reasoned it was the nature of long-term childhood friendships. And it wasn't like Tulio didn't like girls, but there was always something about Bodoque that brought him a sense of comfort. Maybe it was because Bodoque was a year older than him, but Tulio couldn't help but feel safer with him at his side.

“Juan Carlos…” he inched closer to Bodoque's face, gently holding it with one hand, his other moving up to wipe at the stray tears as they began to form.

“His hands are so soft…” Bodoque thinks. He brings his own paw up to grab hold of Tulio's striped hand. He closes his eyes, relishing in the warm, gentle hold of his closest friend.

And then he woke up.

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[k7tt1]

Sometimes I sit down to think about the true ramifications of how / what the Fizz Bots are to Fizzarolli,

Imagine robotic clones ( sexual, at that ) being made of you and they are not only modeled after you in physical appearance, but have a likeness to your personality, mannerisms and general demeanor. Imagine they say the things you would, possibly act in the same way you would.

What's worse, is that they're made in your likeness in real time; their production / manufacturing ages along with you,

Imagine you SEE these things being assaulted, used & abused in public; these clones take it all with a smile. Soulless, mindless... But as if that's not enough, then realizing that they may just have sentience. Or at least, they give off the impression they do. And on top of ALL that... they have chunks of your memories, your past; they're you, but at the same time, they aren't,

What do you do with that information? How do you treat them ( yourself? )? What's the end game?

[sincerelyourswhistledown]

Hurting myself with this but oh well.

The Dance of the Dragons ending with most of the Targaryens dead. Aemond is King and he marries Lucerys to keep House Targaryen going. However, by this point Aemond already has a bastard child with Alys. Lucerys gives him children but none of them could rival their older half sibling that their father dotes on so much. Nevermind that the child was a bastard, Aemond treats them like how Viserys treats Rhaenyra. Lucerys and Aemond’s children grow up neglected by their own father, with only Lucerys loving and protecting them.

Since the Greens do win in this, most of the Lords support Aemond’s favouritism since they don’t like Lucerys. Although they can’t do anything about the marriage, they can influence Aemond’s bastard into going against Lucerys and his brood.

Aemond’s bastard grows up hating Lucerys and his children, believing he should be the heir and not some weaklings born from a Black. His hatred grows even more when all of his half-siblings’ dragon eggs hatched and his doesn’t.

Don’t get me wrong, Aemond does love Lucerys and their children in his own emotionally constipated way but his grudge over his entire family dying in the war stops him from seeing the divide he’s created by choosing to recognise and favour his bastard child. (Viserys-coded)

Aemond only realises the mess he’s created once he’s sitting on the ground watching a wailing Lucerys cradling their dead children to his chest.

The bastard child is killed and Lords are burnt but it’s too late. Lucerys is inconsolable and House Targaryen is once again left in tatters by the same man who vowed to never be like his father.

[axemetaphor]

sendin my love from the other side of the apocalypse

[astriiformes]

One thing I really love about Pentiment is that like. For one thing it's very easy to play a very straightforwardly kind, compassionate, sympathetic Andreas who listens to the concerns his friends in Tassing are voicing and tries his hardest to do right by everyone and volunteers to help people a lot. As someone who always worries games are going to force me into making choices I don't want to (or that certain dialogue options will turn out to be harsher than I expected) it's sort of funny that Pentiment, a game that is about forcing you to make difficult choices, at least always let me feel good about Andreas' internal motivations and relationships with others, even when there were sometimes really upsetting consequences in-game.

(And of course, the idea that he's a good person trying his hardest and yet a lot of things go wrong for him and others over the course of the story is one of the things that sends Andreas spiraling, so this is very much something that's woven into the fabric of the game)

But I know on our first playthrough, we chose some of the background options that felt like they specifically lent themselves to that, which lead to playing a very like...polite, bookworm type Andreas. Who I adored as a character obviously, but figured was very specific to our run.

Anyways, I've enjoyed learning that while there are certainly background and dialogue choices that lead to him being brasher/more abrasive and some decisions that cross a bit of a line for me personally (there are a couple suspects I could never accuse, even with solid evidence and I know it's possible to make him a more unsympathetic to the peasants), even some of the more "unsavory" sounding background options really don't lock you into that at all.

I'm specifically thinking about the Rapscallion background because that's what the streaming gang had me choose but I love that the description for it is like "Andreas does CRIME and gets in FIGHTS"

And then in practice a lot of the options it gives you are like

"I'm going to STEAL MONEY from a wealthy abbey to help the NICE PEASANT FAMILY I'm staying with PAY THEIR TAXES!!"

or "I'm going to THREATEN YOU because you are cruelly and unfairly accusing my good friend the SWEET ELDERLY MONK!!"

And when you pair that with certain actions that he takes regardless because they're baked into like the plot or cutscenes, or certain actions he won't take or people he won't agree with because the game never even gives you the option, plus some of the other most popular dialogue choices it's like

Yeah this man does feel a bit like the antithesis of an edgy protagonist

[ofsmokenandgold]

The Cleaning Lady S3e2

Jorge threatening Thony part 2: this time in the Porsche (and the warehouse) The sunglasses are a VERY nice touch. And, as threatening as he was being, we get the first hint of vulnerability in this conversation.

[variousqueerthings]

three just karate aikido-dropped three security guards and honestly id like to see some other doctors get into a fist fight occasionally, i wonder how they'd do