#unsure if i should tag that or not but i guess?

[cent-scratchnsniff]

the only thing in lobcorp that lags my screen

[nofoxgiven]

I'll Google this later when I'm off work but in the mean time...

Are there any good alternatives to nanowrimo that have popped up in the wake of all their bullshit?

I'm definitely not going to join in on... whatever the fuck they have going on the last few years + their bullshit AI stance...

But ive got a lot of planning done for my book and the structure and community of nanowrimo really helped me like... a decade ago when I last participated, so if there is a less shifty alternative going around I'd love to join in!

[egophiliac]

I always though Mal's mom was meant to be like "Eleanor" but they stuck an M at the start honestly, Sobbing Emoji. But "Maleanor" also makes me feel less insane since in that scene where she's just handed egg Malleus to Lilia and went to battle, it sounds more like Lilia is saying "Maleanor" than "Meleanor" (Japanese accent pending). Mayhaps they went more with what it sounded like the characters were saying :0 (we don't talk about Doodle Suit to Paint The Roses)

the transliteration of her name is Marenoa (マレノア), which is what all the voice lines are saying! all the Draconias' names start with マレ (Malleus' grandma is Maleficia/マレフィシア) as a nod to Maleficent. :D it's almost certainly a take on Eleanor, which is Erenoa (エレノア), but her name is written in English at a couple points, and I was pretty surprised to see it was Mel instead of Mal!

and, like, that's fine, it wouldn't be first Twst romanization that's tripped me up (like Keito for Cater, I know that's something to do with the loanword specific to playing cards(?) but it's just not how my brain wants to read it). but now Eng has given us Maleanor! and someone else said it was spelled inconsistently between Maleanor and Maeleanor??????? so WHO KNOWS it's a SPELLING FREE-FOR-ALL

I AM torn on which I want to use, because Mel just sounds so cute to me (and is what I'm used to now), but...the Mal consistency is kinda too good to pass up. alas, alas, truly these are the most difficult conundrums of our times. 😔

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

motorcycle sketch featuring cross!! >:)

[buds-and-baubles]

It was a losing battle with the enemy they faced on the outskirts of San Francisco. The other Teen Titans weren't there to combat this threat, just Superboy, Robin, Wonder Girl, and Impulse to hold the line. All of them had grisly injuries, Superboy weak from the kryptonite in this foe's hands. Communication for assistance was sent out, but there was no telling when help would arrive.

The villain began to monologue as many of them do, his arrogance at a percieved victory heavy in his tone. He already believed the battle over, debating on whether or not to kill them.

The four exchanged glances as they tried to formulate a strategy that wouldn't exacerbate their injuries, labored breathing the only sound between the group of heroes.

Rumbling shook the earth, a distant wooshing sound that grew closer invaded the atmosphere, noticeable enough for the villain to pause in the middle of his speech.

"What the–"

A blurry object whizzed past the fallen Teen Titans, their enemy being dragged across the ground with a scream. The blur or rather, a mystery man stood at the feet of their foe.

The stranger was of staggering height well over six feet, flowing white hair thrown over his shoulder. His face had sun-kissed skin with a subtle golden sparkle and faint freckles, chiseled like a Greek statue you would find in a doric bordered building of great importance.

Kirlian aura halo framed his head with a golden glow like a lens flare on a camera, unnaturally blue eyes that flashed briefly with the same gold of his halo. His outfit was all white from his hands to his feet, save for the golden yellow upside down triangle that framed the bottom of his neck at the top of his clothing, a similarly colored circle in the center of an upside down white triangle in the center of the yellow triangle.

"W-Who the hell are you?!", the villain spit out harshly, his hands clutched the kryptonite close to himself.

The man's inhuman blue eyes refused to break eye contact as they narrowed, "Apollo."

"The God?"

Apollo chuckled, the sound like roaring embers which waited their moment to break from the fire pit that contained it.

"Depends on who you ask. Do you fear this God?"

The villain refused to answer which was an answer in and of itself. He scrambled to his feet, to purposefully hold the kryptonite closer to who dare challenge him.

The Sun King huffed, glowing green rock snatched from the other's hands before he could even blink. Held in Apollo's fist, he squeezed until kryptonite was nothing more than dust in the palm of his hand, which he blew in the face of the foe.

"How? The kryptonite–"

"Start fucking praying. Pray for all the goddamn bones in your body I'm about to break."

"No ally of Superman would talk like tha- AGH!"

Blood coated Apollo's right fist from the clean break of the villain's nose. He shook off the substance like it was a nuisance.

"You fancy yourself a man who harms children, hm? What have you to say for yourself? I'll give you one and only one chance to explain."

"They're no mere ki–"

Another shriek cut the foe off as his left wrist was broken, now clutched close to his chest.

"Cape or not, they are children. Children which I heard fighting for their life from my home. You interrupted time with my family."

The villain remained quiet for once. Whether out of fear or no snarky words left to say is questionable.

Apollo lifted the man by the collar of his shirt, golden shining orbs to greet the other like staring directly into the sun, "You will learn that a life of eternal suffering is much less kind than death."

[palidoozy-art]

actual conversations from our campaign pt like 4 billion.

this party is a lot of fun

[ssanghwachatea]

accidentally reblogged one umineko post, now it’s spreading like the plague. im not even done w umineko either so im just scar ed now

[grayghostlights]

Bro I came to this event with 6K and a dream what is this 💀

I mean after birthday Rui

Birthday Rui took me like 8 pulls and then he just

He's just the favourite child I guess

[thecherrygod]

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[mossyflowers]

Why is Gabriel ultrakill's armor LIKE THIS

[canisonicscrewyou]

she’s insane she’s a wet cat of a human being she’s got daddy and mommy issues up to here she’s pathetic she’s everything she’s a breakthrough case she’s in hiding she’s forever mourning she’s a mom she’s got trauma she doesn’t even know how to find a therapist for she loves her friends and she secretly loves attention and if one things for certain she’s never stepping foot inside of the TARDIS ever again (a lie)

[piningpercussionist]

heyo, update on press for you, hes going a bit weird again

https://www.tumblr.com/thepressanon/739024104001290240/why-why-do-i-go-through-the-pain-why-do-i-get

https://www.tumblr.com/thepressanon/738824372041728000/the-pain-it-hurts-it-hurts-my-back-feels

Really hope that guy's okay, yeesh...

I've been doing a little more lurking; not much, since I've been... preoccupied. Gotta say, I'm really hoping Lucas knocked this guy's boss on his ass hard.

Feels like some justice aught to be dispensed, at least...

[softness-shelter]

Decided to write down names, as we tend to forget. One or two names I just made up on the spot...as a couple did not have them yet. 🌙

(4/21/23)

[sunshineram]

yknow what, im sleepy and in the mood to dump my thoughts onto whatever poor souls decided to follow me [HUGE FUCKING DIABLO 4 SPOILERS UNDER CUT.] (also this will make absolutely zero sense if you havent played the game, sorry, continue at your own risk? also sorry for getting attached to a blizzard game 😔)

OKAY SO, in diablo 4s story, donan(character im very attached to) dies right? walts up to a pillar in hell and it fucking rips a hole in his stomach, yeah? okay but what if that didnt happen though :) IN MY BRAIN VERSION OF THE STORY, EITHER: the guy never approaches the hell pillars(that are a bunch of people. why the everloving fuck would you approach these things in the first place. my guy. my dude. you are in hell my friend, approach nothing.) in the first place! so no stomach hole for you my friend ! literally the only reason he needed to do that was to make it to where you imprison mephisto in the soulstone instead of lillith. thats literally it. JUST TALK YOU GUYS. GO "HEY YKNOW LILLITH IS A WEAK LITTLE BITCH I THINK I COULD KICK HER SHINS IN EASILY" AND THEN GO DO IT.

ORR: it doesnt kill him. lorath takes him out of hell and to a medic! tadaa story intact, everything goes on as it does! except of course when you get out of lilliths wild mind palace(tm) lorath and donan are gone(because yknow. medic? needing to live?? not leaving the poor man to bleed out while you spend god knows in spooky eyeball dimension???) and neyrelle(TOTALLY DIDNT FORGET HER NAME) is still freaking out cause well one of her friends got attacked?? hello???? and everything goes as the game does :) maybe add a little spice and have fuck what was her nPRAVA attack the manor or something yada yada blasphemy of the heighest whatever noone likes her

[kindeljoy-haystack]

Do I want to make my own fan-?????

I don’t know, but whatever I’ll do, it will most likely not capture that ‘essence’ older fans yearn for.

[chilumi-shipper]

Not Meant for the World

Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Servant!Reader

Summary: You fell for him, he fell for you, it was the typical start of a relationship, only problem is… well, he's him and you're you. A Commissioner who holds power over the nation, and a servant that basically amounts to nothing in the whole scheme of things. It was a mutual decision to keep your relationship a secret, only to be kept within the dead of night in his bedroom, evaporating before the sun could even rise for another day. But then… Ayato seems so keen keeping it a secret forever, letting the stream of wedding proposals and love letters flood in, going through great lengths to make sure the information doesn't leak out, almost like he's ashamed of being with someone like you. You could only take so much of that.

Tags: Angst no Comfort, Hidden Relationship

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"You should probably go back to your quarters." As you were snuggled up to your lover's chest, enjoying his warmth under the covers of his bed, he spoke.

"But it's barely time." You whined, pressing your body closer to his and rubbing your face on his chest.

Back then, he would cave, he would chuckle and wrap his arms tighter around you, saying that you could stay for a little bit more and that he didn't really want you to leave anyway.

Now… he pulls away from your embrace, sighing as he looks you in the eye.

"It would be best to elliminate all the chances of us being caught, and I believe that some of the servants have been getting up early to start their shifts." He reasoned, his hold faltering as you feel his arms slip off you.

You felt a clenching pain in your chest as you slowly get up, looking around his room, you didn't want to leave, and yet when you looked at him, you felt like you were being pushed away.

"Okay… I guess I'll get going now…"

This is the part where he would usually kiss you and remind you that he loves you…

It never came…

You left his room without another word.

…

"Is it perhaps too much to visit a festival together?" You asked, not expecting a pleasurable answer from the Yashiro Commissioner sat on his office chair and drinking a cup of tea you prepared for him.

"I believe it is, being seen in public in a non-professional setting would be rather suspicious if it's just the two of us." Ayato responds firmly, oblivious to (or perhaps just ignoring) the frown that formed on your face.

"We've been out together multiple times…" You reasoned, though you sounded unsure, not wanting to sour his mood and lessen your chances of getting him to agree to your proposal. "We haven't been on a date in a while."

"The families offering up their daughters to me are very vigilant of my public movements, suspicions will arise if they were to see me with any lady for no particular reason." He did not even spare you a glance, answering swiftly as he always does.

Yet again, you fail to persuade him to be with you. You prepared to say more, but a knock came before your words.

A guest came to the estate, a father of one of the many noble ladies offering their hand in marriage.

Long story short, he's here to talk marriage business, as these fathers always do.

When the guest left for a moment, "My lord, I just need a few more minutes to talk to you." Many times, you have tried to intervene, not satisfied with how your conversation earlier abruptly ended.

"Y/N, there are matters more important than this. Wait a moment." He pays you no mind, but you have had enough. "You are being too obv-"

"Ayato, stop." You spoke firmly, freezing him in his place. "I'm still talking to you." You approached him, his back still turned to you.

Slowly, he turned around to face you, his eyes held an unfit expression for him, almost like nervousness. "Y/N, let's not do this now…"

"Do you still want to be with me?" You asked impulsively, stripping the formalities and simply talking to the man you knew as your lover. Your eyes fill with tears, looking at him being lost for words. You hoped his answer would be immediate, that he would exclaim that why would you even ask such a question.

As you stood there, "Lord Kamisato, come along, don't let the servant keep all of our time." The guest came back, standing beside Ayato, who had yet to say anything.

No words were spoken, but the Commissioner knew that right there, right in front of the unknowing guest, in your watery gaze, he had a choice to make.

"Why don't you get us some tea in the meantime?" The guest spoke up again referring to you, but you have no intention of moving until your lover finally speaks up.

With a gulp, Ayato stood his ground. "Yes, please prepare us some tea, Y/N. No more of your nonsense."

A single tear, that's what you allowed for him to see as you nodded silently. But as you prepared the tea, your vision was blurry from the neverending tears, your sobs couldn't be controlled as you struggle to catch your breath.

But you needed that, you needed that to remind yourself that you are merely a servant.

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The Yashiro Commissioner sat on his bed that night, looking at the door to his room. His heart was beating fast, hoping for it to open and show the figure of his lover, though the odds are against his desires.

He hoped that maybe you'd spare him a chance, that you'd walk into the room and tell him that you'll allow him to show you how you much he truly loves you.

The door remains close. And so does his heart begin to ache. Ayato didn't sleep that night, he merely lied down and looked up at the ceiling, trying to imagine your warmth embracing him, trying to make it seem like your side of the bed wasn't left cold.

…

"My Lord…" His eyes looked up from the document he's been staring it for the past hour when he heard your voice… calling him in such a cold manner. You said nothing more, placing a tray of tea and pastries on an empty spot on his desk.

"Ahh, thank you…" Ayato looked at your face, hoping to see your usual smile whenever you served him his afternoon tea, yet your face held nothing but a blank expression. You merely bowed at him, before leaving without another word.

Your name was at the tip of his tongue, and his entire being screamed at him to just say it. He wanted desperately to call for your attention, but, though he did not want to admit it… he was scared…

You stopped in your tracks, remembering something that you had to discuss with him. Ayato, ever so perceptive of your actions, perked up.

"You have a meeting with the head of the Tenryou Commission later at noon, something about an agreement with regards to your relation with his daughter." You did not bother to face him to give him the reminder, opting to walk away once you finished your sentence.

The Yashiro Commissioner's face fell as he watched you leave the room, his heart still heavy, and his mind cursing at him for not having the guts to talk to you properly.

…

The pain felt more real once he entered his room for the night.

The place has been wiped clean of your existence, the covers have been changed so not even your scent lingered, some of the clothes you kept in his closet are gone, the vase of flowers you like to decorate his nightstand with is gone…

The framed picture of the two of you that sat on his nightstand is gone…

It felt suffocating…

With a sigh, Ayato closed the door, not wanting to see such a sad space, he instead went back to his office.

As he sat on his chair, he opened one of the drawers of his desk…

A smiled couldn't help but form on his face, a bittersweet one, when he saw the picture of you that he kept there a long time ago.

He laid his head on his arms on the desk, your picture next to his face. He figures that it was the only way he can sleep without feeling the suffocating emptiness of his room weighing upon him.

…

Today is the day the festival you were so excited about starts, and it's already been arranged for quite a while that today is your day-off. "…Y/N was really hoping that I'd join her at the festival." Half of

Thoma's words were muffled, but he could make out your name and the festival.

The blond retainer was asking for a day-off as well, to go with you.

Something uncomfortable boiled in Ayato's core, you asked him to join you back then, and he said that he couldn't. Yet, all he wishes now was to accompany you, to be by your side and not have to think about keeping your relationship a secret.

"With Y/N…?" Ayato asked, his voice laced with disappointment that did not escape his retainer's ears.

"Is something the matter, my Lord?"

Truly did his entire being want to disapprove of Thoma's request, he wants to go to you and offer to go with you himself.

"No, I'm quite alright, Thoma…" The Yashiro Commissioner heaved a sigh. "I'll allow your request."

You spent your day at the festival with Thoma, and it was obvious that you enjoyed it given the large smile that was plastered when you got back to the estate.

Meanwhile, Ayato spent his day at his desk, looking at meaningless paperwork while dreaming of being hand-in-hand with you at the festival, imagining that you would eat your heart out with all the streetfood available, watch the firework show when nighttime falls, and dance slowly at the festival music at midnight when everyone else already left.

That night though, he approaches you, his heart pounding when he caught your attention. "May I… ask you to sleep next to me again?"

He was tired, he could only take a week of sleeping in his office because his room haunted him too much. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't know how to even start explaining himself, doesn't know how to win you back, to say that he does choose you over any form of nobility that he has.

You smiled at him… emptily.

"I'm your servant, my lord. If you wish for me to, I will."

So you did, you slept next to him, he hugged you tightly, snuggling you up to his chest, yet you refused to hug back, to nuzzle in his embrace like you used to. You merely did as you were requested.

Ayato tried to ignore the tightening of his heart just before sleep and exhausted took over him.

But he couldn't ignore the chill he felt when he woke up hugging nothing. It's just as it should be, the servant listened to her lord, and now she left to do her other tasks.

It was crazy to hope a relationship like yours could work out. Kamisato Ayato felt a few tears fall from his eyes, now, he wished for you to stay.

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Yo, it's 3am and I'm gonna sleep now.