#unfortunately....

[heavenlyantennas]

goodnight have the red freak

[hellwurld]

"followed us around like a dog" genuinely sickening thing to say sorry like i know he's said way worse but JESUSSSS CHRISTTTT what is your problem u huge fucking manbaby

[artbyblastweave]

🔥Use of the multiverse in comics

I generally prefer the conceit-based multiverse of the DCU over the point-of-divergence style of multiverse favored at Marvel, as the former I think maintains a lot of the mirror-darkly characterization potential without spiraling into an endless unpruned nightmare in the way that the Marvel Multiverse very easily can and frequently does

[eclipsethedarklingiscanon]

I tried to use an incorrect generator trying to bring rookinite/shadowadow and instead the generator shipped Shadow x the Rookie and shade x infinite xd

Infinite walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Shade, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Shade, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

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Infinite: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Shade: Peonies, why?

Infinite:

Shade: Were you going to get me flowers?

Infinite:

Shade:

Infinite: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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Rookie: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Shadow: Marry me.

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Rookie: BE A BETTER PERSON!

Shadow: WHY?!

Rookie: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART

Help 😭

[dandelion-wings]

Plunking away at the whump fic this morning, originally because I did genuinely want to write some of the gory bits, but then I got caught up in how I want to do flashbacks and I'm still not entirely certain how I'm going to handle them yet, but I made a test case of one of my favorites and as chunky as it is I do find myself self-indulgently fond of this format:

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"I have only one other question for you," Antony says, cupping his teacup a little closer to his chest. It's a strangely protective gesture in so large and terrifying a creature, his hands completely dwarfing the cup. "Do you truly trust your Alberich enough to carry this scheme out? An Alberich founded this Order, you know."

"I didn't know."

"Yes. Out of desire to see his son made human again, as all of us desire. And yet... it was he who made our current leader his heir, and that heir who has caused so much suffering to those we swore to protect."

"Chlothar caused no small amount of suffering himself," Marian adds in a low mutter. The look Antony gives her is unreadable to Jean behind a Herald's helm, but Marian stares back defiantly a moment before both of them subside and turn their gazes back to her.

Jean hadn't known, and yet somehow it comes as no surprise. Kaeya had told her that the defectors had no reason to trust him, after all. She'd thought it was because of his mission as a spy and betrayal of same, and she has no doubt that he'd intended her to think as much, but the wry little smile when he'd said that there was old history....

He'd deceived her about that, in a sense, making her think it was something bound about with his father and too painful to directly touch. It's not the first time he's misled her in such a way. Kaeya has always laced a veil of deceit around himself, never showing his full hand even to her. And yet Jean can't mistrust him for it. The question doesn't even arise. He's bared enough.

(In the depths of their fight against Eroch's cronies, gone to ground after his dismissal and all the more difficult to root out, Jean had tired of Kaeya's hints and asked him to make her a list of those he suspected that she had missed. Unofficial, by necessity; if there was solid proof of any misdeeds, she would have already found it on her desk. But there were angles of investigation she could take that he could not, if only she could work out the bounds of the whole systemic mess instead of nibbling at its edges.

There had been twenty-two names on that list. A daunting number, even divided into the sections that Kaeya had so helpfully laid out.

"I suspect these of having some association with our dearly departed Inspector," he'd said, gesturing to the first and largest group of names. "Some by their connections to those we know about, and some by the rumors I've heard about their conduct. Not all of those associated with him were in the know, naturally, and others may have learned by unfortunate example, so you may be able to salvage some of them. But it's better to check, isn't it?"

"It is. And should those who've been tempted into misconduct prove innocent, they still must be retrained."

"That would be for the best. As for these below, I can't guarantee I'm right about them, either. But I'm quite certain Sir Alwin reports to the Lawrences, and these others are also spending well above their regular pay or family means. Sir Roswitha-"

"She's a spy for the Liyue Qixing," Jean interrupted him. "We're better off leaving her in place."

"Haha, that explains a few things. A little diplomatic exchange, hmmm?"

"I can't say."

"Of course not. Now, as to the last name on that list. That knight has a past with the Abyss Order, which shouldn't be too difficult to prove. I can give you references. But if you still want assistance with the rest of these, you'll want to deal with that matter last."

Jean hadn't been surprised then, either, when she glanced down to that last name. Not when Kaeya had drawn himself so straight before her, shoulders tight, hands low and spread as if to demonstrate they were empty. His smile was small, wry, already despairing, and there was a resignation in his eye that hurt to look at. There was a hitch in his voice on 'references' despite his attempt to maintain a casual tone.

It explained so much. That morning he'd come to her door with burns he begged her to help hide from the Ordo and a Vision he was twisting himself in circles trying to explain--she knew down to the core that he must have worn that same smile when he faced down Diluc. No wonder he'd so desperately insisted that it was justified, and that no one else could know.

And now he was offering her a bargain. He knew full well she wouldn't use him for this investigation, then put him in chains when it was done. Accept his help and accept his past--and accept his word that it *was* past, that it no longer mattered now--or arrest him now and eject him as a traitor with all the rest. It was her decision. She was the one responsible for excising the Ordo's rot.

She looked him in the eye as she reached for her quill. One hand on the list he'd given her, a list that he'd vanished for three days to provide and, from the shadow under his eye, had barely slept in making, she dipped it in her inkwell. Then she drew a thick, dark line across the bottommost name.

"I won't concern myself with the history of knights whose loyalty I trust," she'd told him, and watched all the tension run out of him at once. The flash of disbelief on his face made her chest twinge.

But then he'd straightened, breathing deep, his eye intent on her. "Where would you like to start?" he asked, tense anew the anticipation of action, like a hound who'd caught the scent straining to be unleashed. Jean had felt the weight of that command and sat straighter herself under it.)

All about her the monsters seem to loom closer, their attention fixed on her as they await her response. Despite the days she's spent forcing herself to relax in their presence, there's still a jangling in the back of her mind as battle-honed instincts scream *'threat.'* But she smiles genuinely at Antony nonetheless.

"Whatever his family's history, it has no bearing on Kaeya's present loyalties. I trust him with my life." She pauses, wondering whether this would be an insult--but surely they'll understand. "I mean no offense, but I am here among you, unarmed, on his word. I think that is proof enough."

"That's true," Marian murmurs, and Antony gives her another, swifter look and then nods himself. All around them, Lectors and Heralds and that great venerable Lawachurl relax. Something in Jean relaxes, too, as the fierceness of their attention fades.

[wonwoonlight]

The dilemma between the power of manifesting and not wanting to jinx it 🥹

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

that article going around abt firefox's new ad program is annoying bc it's phrased as though "mozilla has finally TURNED on its people and is SELLING YOU OUT for cold hard cash!!" when. that's not what's happening. it is specifically being implemented to discourage tracking behavior, and literally all the data they are giving to advertisers is aggregate and anonymized, which is like, the opposite of what that post wants you to worry about, lol

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[kitskiis]

What I am gathering from current fandom discussion

[doriansbutt]

mierda

[primrouse]

IT WONT SHOW WHICH BLOG IM USING TO SEND ASKS IM CURLING MY TOES ON THE WALL AND SCREEEEEEEEECCCCHHHINNNNNGGGAAHHH

HLELP

[sboochi]

One of these days the yearning is gonna get them both killed

[jellyjamheadobb]

[silasbirchtree]

the scene w dipper trying to protect the rift from ford is on one hand, genuinely unnerving, but on the other hand, the circumstances that led up to it are. so funny. like can you imagine being ford and your nephew thinks you're still working w bill and you're trying to convince him otherwise and then he immediately reveals years worth of your "i love bill" shrine. like wow this looks bad