#un-anything

[egophiliac]

last chance to guess what the new round of birthday outfits will be!

[shewithoutrain]

I wrote this and needed to put it somewhere.

THAT Vegas/Pete torture scene + LoL’s Villain on repeat = this monstrosity of an original fic snippet.

Warnings: torture porn???, torture as foreplay, (but not between these two: Inti is getting off on anticipating what ‘Rose is going to do to Give when she catches up), IDEK THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I TOUCH THESE OCs IN 3 YEARS AND THIS IS WHAT THEY GIVE ME

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The rope sinks into his flesh, scarring him with its bite. His heart is thundering in his chest, swooping through his ears as he tosses the hair from his eyes.

“You think she cares?”

The words are raw, stripped from him as if she’d flayed them from his lips herself. They are helpless in front of her shadow, the shadow that looms in front of him, over him, within him, and he’s trembling, breath coming in short pants.

“What a fool.” It’s a croon, something dark and scornful, entirely separate to the fear surging in his throat, dragging the air from his lungs, that doesn’t betray the twist in his gut, skittering over his overly-sensitive skin.

The slap blooms against his cheek, a crack that snaps in his ears, searing in its redness, and he knows it’s there: it’s obvious, it’s u n m i s s a b l e, the cold weight of the family’s ring imprinted for everyone to see, and he has to swallow back the noise that begs to escape him.

“You’re the fool,” is the response, calm, measured as Give steps back, careful fingers easing the cufflinks off. He rolls the sleeves of his pristine white shirt with precise, crisp movements and the breath leaves Inti in a shaky exhale.

Give’s next words have him stop breathing entirely.

“You were never meant to leave here alive.”

Give reaches for — jump cables, part of him categorises, alongside pliers, knives, screwdrivers, whips, but the rest of him is blank, the words echoing, bouncing off the walls of his skull, a warning, a threat, a promise —

“So you’re going to tell me everything you know about Rose.” It comes out as a sneer. “About her weaknesses, her soft spots.” A cable is pressed into the underside of his chin as Give says that, trailed down over his Adam’s apple, the hollow of his throat, to rest with heavy warning. “After all, you are her favourite boy toy, right?”

There’s no opportunity to answer, as the other cable is shoved into his shoulder without warning and electricity strips through his body with a scream.

The wires are removed and Inti collapses back into the chair, muscles still spasming. Sweat slicks every part of him, and he’s raw, like red-tipped nails had raked over his insides. His throat is raw from the force of his scream. Give smirks down at him.

“And then I’m going to dispose of you.”

He shouldn’t. He can’t. Tells himself the shaky laugh that tumbles free sounds is a soft sob, that the trembling stretch of his mouth is a pained grimace.

The stream of information on Give’s pressure points running through his mind shows him everything he needs to avoid to get out of this.

With clawing desperation, he find the nearest one, and presses.

[heritageposts]

Updates from Al Jazeera's live feed (24 May 2024):

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

I ain't gonna lie, I do noooot think radblr is gonna come out of this Imane Khelif thing unscathed. Like, y'all, I'm sorry, but there is not enough evidence for some of y'all to confidently call this person male and say some of the stuff you've been saying. At the very least you have to acknowledge that Khelif did not compete against women with malicious intent.

[sigsfigs]

let's dance

close up of them........... theyre soooo super cute to meeeee v_v)) i love you bisexuals of color............. i love them too much i think fabian deserves to be with a sweet passionate girl who loves him for who he is and not go through messy toxic situationships anymor e wuhhhhh

[starflungwaddledee]

did you remember to leave space for all your phantom limbs?

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[ryonello]

i have ........... a new meowmeow fixation .........

[ohitslen]

They are doing the thing

[submarinerwrites]

star trek tos is about jim silently asking “would you still love me if i was a worm” and spock silently responding “i would love you even if you were a silicon-based life-form who secretes an unknown corrosive substance capable of killing me. i know that you would love me if i were a gaseous cloud who could not touch you or speak. on my planet we know there will be always be time enough for everything. love knows no physical form, no death, no end. but my soul will always know yours, jim kirk. and that love is as singular as it is irrevocable.”

[yet-another-haven-of-dollya]

*Tap mic*

Yes, it is I - your poor little Dollya

As some of you may have known already because of my constant whining and bickering for the past few days, my original blog was flagged and I'm trying to appeal. Things seem to not be on my side, though, so I figured a new blog is a must.

I won't delete the og blog, there are too many things going on over there and I simply can not. All my contributions to the DoL fandom, my AU and asks and stuffs,... have all been hidden away from the tags.

Not gonna lie I was terribly discouraged and couldn't pick up a pen to draw or do anything for several days. Terrible, just simply terrible, to look at the ask box or that stupid default avatar icon... But, well, you know, it is what it is, no point just weeping around so might as well make a new place to post stuffs!

This is a sub-blog with the same email address as the flagged one, I think I would still use the same tags as the original flagged blog: Dollya art, Dollya ask,... and I won't repost my higher interaction posts here either, that's just bitter.

I will post more "community-friendly" kinds of stuff here, so spicier asks or requests oughta go to the original blog' ask box... I don't really know, I guess things will kinda fall into the right places after some time... What do you call it? Settle down?

Anyway, I'll try to be positive. After all, the Pandora box was opened, so if I don't hold onto the tiny hope left behind, I will have nothing.

Let's just hope for the best.

[leciraofthewilderness]

So, despite some faults, I really enjoyed totk, and on its anniversary I want to say something about it. Other people have said similar things before but it’s really important to me and actually a big part of why the story of totk was meaningful to me, so I want to also say it:

Zelda needed to come back from draconification. The story needed that. It wasn’t lazy and just ignoring “consequences” because (imo) that was the *point*

The point is to feel like there are going to be terrible consequences and then say actually, no. You can come back from this, with the help of other people.

To me at least, that was the theme of the whole story.

If botw was about how the world goes on past loss and grief and starts to heal (how flowers grow in the ruins and the world can be beautiful again, be worth saving, even if it has changed)…then totk was about a more personal kind of healing.

The weight of the world should not be on your shoulders alone…you, alone, should not have to fix everything…you should not have to sacrifice yourself, but when you do, someone will be there to save you from it.

This turned into a really long ramble so:

You (Link) gained so much and now it’s gone. It feels like you’re back to where you started and yet you know you have to do it all again…you were weak and you failed and you’re weaker now…but

You go down to the surface. Monsters swarm across it once again. Other people are fighting them too though. You help, but it’s not just you…

You go to the Rito, the Gorons, the Zora, the Gerudo…just like with the divine beasts, there are friends who help you save each region. But this time, part of them comes along with you when you leave. It’s nice, you realize, the first time one of them protects you from a monster you weren’t prepared for. You’re still weaker than you were before, but someone has your back…

When you go up to the sky you see a strange new dragon there. There’s something about them that feels familiar. You try not to think about it.

You go down to the depths too. It’s terrifying at first. You hate it. You only want to get what you came for and get out of the dark….but slowly, the light grows. You get stronger. The dark feels like a challenge you can face (and someone has your back).

There are spirits down there. You don’t know when they’re from, but some part of you wonders…are these all the people you let die in the Calamity? (You help them find rest from their wandering. The weight on your shoulders feels a little less heavy).

There’s so much gloom. The first few times the sky turns red and hands chase you (a reminder of what you’ve lost, how you failed) you just run. Eventually though, you have to fight. It feels like the (second) worst day of your life again. But you manage to get free of the grasping gloom and stand and fight, as wild and desperate as it is. Beneath the manifestation of your worst fears, there’s another thing to fight, but this time it has a face (a voice in the back of your head says…you know this isn’t all on you and your failure…it’s really Ganon’s fault right?). You get through it.

At every turn in your travels, it seems like something reminds you of Zelda. Her passion, her curiosity, her kindness. You miss her.

At first, the tears you find reassure you. She may be in the past, but she’s safe. She’ll come back somehow…but then you hear the word draconification for the first time. You want to believe she wouldn’t do it but you know her and the fear sits cold inside you. (Zelda is a lot of things. She’s been allowed to be more of them, since she was freed from her hundred year battle, without her father holding her back. But deep down inside her, there’s a vein of self-sacrifice that still runs strong. It’s what saved the world before, after all).

She did it. She really did it. She’s gone from you (from Hyrule) forever, and it’s all your fault. If only you hadn’t failed so utterly in the battle (you can hardly even call it that) under the castle. If only you’d caught her. If only you hadn’t let the sword break. You should have protected her you should have been better it’s all your fault and now she has to live with the consequences, forever. Everything really is on you, you should have been better.

(Zelda POV: you couldn’t call upon Hylia’s power in time, you were too content to let it wither and fade away from you, ready to be free of it. You shouldn’t have. He got hurt, the sword got hurt, it’s your fault…Sonia and Rauru help you channel it again, Sonia helps you learn how to turn back time…but you don’t save her. She dies because you couldn’t save her. Rauru dies not long after. There is no one left to guide you, once again. You could spend years trying to figure it out on your own. But you did that last time. It didn’t work. Self-sacrifice, stepping in front of someone you love, that worked. (You do what you can, to call upon the sages, to help Link in the future, first). And then you swallow the stone. You’ve come a long way, in the past five years, allowing yourself to exist. But in the end, self-sacrifice worked last time. It’ll work this time too.)

You (Link) go down beneath the castle. You were supposed to bring the sages but you didn’t. It’s nice, for someone to have your back. But no one else should get hurt to fix your mistakes.

They follow you anyway. They fight with you, against the hordes, against the greatest enemies you defeated together, along the way. They’ll have your back, even if you don’t think you deserve it.

You fight Ganondorf, and then the demon king, in the hardest battle of your life. You think it’s over and then the demon king decides it’s better to lose himself completely than let you win. You’re exhausted and afraid of yet another battle, but up there in the sky, when you’re falling, the Light Dragon catches you (you wonder why she changed her path to catch you, you wonder if there’s still something of Zelda left in there to save). With her help, you win.

And then you’re in some other realm. The spirits of Sonia and Rauru are there. You remember how the two of them and Zelda channeled such incredible power together. You think about Recall. Turning something back to the memory of what it was before, like Sonia said. You stand with them and you allow yourself to hope. Maybe the Light Dragon can remember the form she took so long ago, the person that she was.

And then you’re falling, and Zelda is falling, but this time you catch her. You catch her. She’s back home with you, finally, finally.

And maybe, one mistake doesn’t have to be the end of the world. You don’t have to be perfect. Sometimes, someone else can stand with you, and it’ll all turn out alright. (You can put the weight of the world on your shoulders, you can sacrifice yourself, but someone will be there to catch you, someone will be there to pull you back to yourself, when all is said and done).

[doctor-cunt-phd]

Currently considering how the first time Daniel is presumed dead Jack broke a window because of how helpless he felt. The way he remembered Daniel screaming for his help, not being able to do anything before it was too late. That really got to him. I think being helpless to the death in his life is a constant theme for Jack that he's always had to accept and sit with and try not to break windows over every day.

So I think it's really fitting and touching that when Daniel really died (ascended, but for all intents and purposes, was dying), when he was dying painfully, hopelessly, in front of all his loved ones- He asked Jack for help, he gave Jack the honor of helping him pass on, trusted him, gave him the opportunity to say goodbye that Jack never, Never seems to be allowed.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

It’s not that Edwin knowing how to play had come as such a shock – Edwin’s a polymath, the most brilliant person Charles has ever met, a Swiss army knife of obscure skills and knowledge – but the music was unexpected, somehow. Edwin seems like the kind of bloke who likes his music with the maths left in it, but instead, it’s always… softer than Charles might have expected. More wistful. Edwin’s always strangely, sweetly skittish about it, as though it’s some sort of embarrassing personal problem.

Charles doesn’t call out, and he takes his time about it on his way down the stairs, just listening.

“Evening,” says Charles, when he finally reaches the atrium. Edwin looks up, and for once, doesn’t lift his hands off the keys.

“Hello, Charles,” he says, with a small smile that Charles wants to stick in his pocket and carry around until it gets all creased and soft at the edges.

Chapter three is here baby!!!

[mothkisserx]

tw sh!!

[allbornscreaming]

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[ominouspuff]

what if

An au in which Cody and Rex still do questionable missions, caf is in criminally short supply (this time for hard-working rebels), and Cody grew his hair out for some reason