#warning them to stay away

[sunreys]

something something, each person in the statements fixing themselves, changing themselves, into something new, something better, and having glee in that change, narrated by the echoes of people who were once changed against their will, whose descent into inhumanity was unwilling and fought against the whole way, told to those who will either push too far until a change is forced upon them, or who will embrace it.

[nerdy-talks]

Obey Me! Scenario - Rumors and Reminiscing

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*MC and Solomon cuddling on the sofa*

MC : *giggles to themselves*

Solomon : What's so funny, MC?

MC : Just thinking about the past. Well... technically the future.

Solomon : Oh? Would you be willing to share?

MC : I see someone's curious~

Solomon : Of course. I can't help myself from being interested in something that has my adorable apprentice so amused.

MC : *giggles again* Believe it or not, I didn't trust you at all when we first met because Lucifer and the others warned me not to trust you, claiming that you were shady and just as conniving as a demon. Yet look at us now, closer than ever before. Isn't that hilarious?

Solomon : *gritting his teeth while forcing a smile* Haha! Yes. Hilarious.

- Later -

Solomon : *concocting a potent, borderline toxic recipe* Those brothers are one to talk about trust... I'll show them shady... *violently stirs in a bunch of questionable ingredients*

[sirin-solitude]

THE THREE SISTERS (HANNAH, LADA, VEREYA) — Speak no evil, hear no evil, see no evil ● And the Haze Will Take Us

[anticanonhearts]

if kurapika met theta...

[bethanythebogwitch]

I wonder if the legends that you can't eat the food of the fae without terrible consequences and should therefore refuse food given to you by others started as the ancient Celtic version of "don't take candy from strangers"

[plaidpyjamas]

thinking about that handler/guard dog trope post w/ durgetash

durge is happily and proudly gortash's attack/guard dog, to the point where they occasionally wear a muzzle and it's not just like, any muzzle, it's fancy. intricate metalwork - all gold, ofc - straps made of the softest leather

[lemurballing]

the difference between good whispangle and bad whispangle is the difference between trusting each other the most and only trusting each other. between getting stuck in the past or letting the future embrace you. between holding a close bond and being desperate for each other’s company. between being a pair and being a unit.

good whispangle is tangle helping whisper stay in the present and future, and whisper being a guiding hand, a steadying of tangle’s impulse, and the both of them making choices that help and comfort the other.

bad whispangle is tangle getting dragged into dwelling on the past with whisper, is tangle being made to overstep instead of minding the lines she should be able to see, and whisper sinking into a mire that tangle follows her into instead of pulling her from. is putting them together ‘because they’re whispangle’ and forgetting why they were loved together in the first place. is keeping them together because they’re whispangle, even when they trod on the other.

and the difference is,

that if it starts out bad and becomes better, it’s satisfying, heartening.

but to start out excellent and then get worse and decay, feels like a smear or a stain on top of a beloved work.

a natural decay can be done, but we want them to be good together, to bring out the best in each other instead of enabling the worst. if we want to see decay, it is because it makes sense for one or both of them to be driven off-balance and start messing with the other, we want one or both of them to realize this, and we want them to have to jump-start and kick aside and course-correct and come out all the better, for having broken their flaws open and mended them with gold.

we don’t want to see them broken apart and stuck back together with cheap glitter glue.

[acourtofquestions]

Boots crunched in hay, and then he was knee to knee before her.

Aedion.

There was nothing kind on his face. No pity or warmth.

For a long minute, they only stared at each other.

Then the prince growled softly, "Your plan was bullshit."

She said nothing, and couldn't stop her shoulders from curving inward.

"Your plan was bullshit," he breathed, his eyes sparking. "How could you ever be her, wear her skin, and think to get away with it? How could you ever think you'd get around the fact that our armies are counting on you to burn the enemy to ashes, and all you can do is run away and emerge as some beast instead?"

"You don't get to pin this retreat on me," she rasped. The first words she'd spoken in days and days.

"You agreed to let Aelin go to her death, and leave us here to be slashed to bloody ribbons. You two told no one of this plan, told none of us who might have explained the realities of this war, and that we would need a gods-damned Fire-Bringer and not an untrained, useless shape-shifter against Morath."

Blow after blow, the words landed upon her weary heart. "We—"

"If you were so willing to let Aelin die, then you should have let her do it after she incinerated Erawan's hordes!"

"It would not have stopped Maeve from capturing her."

"If you'd told us, we might have planned differently, acted differently, and we would not be here, damn you!"

She stared at the muddy hay. "Throw me out of your army, then."

"You ruined everything." His words were colder than the wind outside. "You, and her."

Lysandra closed her eyes.

Hay rustled, and she knew he'd risen to his feet, knew it as his words speared from above her bowed head. "Get out of my tent."

She wasn't certain she could move enough to obey, though she wished to. Needed to. Fight back. She should fight back. Rage at him as he lashed at her, needing an outlet for his fear and despair.

Lysandra opened her eyes, peering up at him. At the rage on his face, the hatred She managed to stand, her body bleating in pain. Managed to look him in the eye, even as Aedion said again with quiet cold, "Get out."

Barefoot in the snow, naked beneath her cloak. Aedion glanced at her bare legs, as if realizing it. And not caring.

So Lysandra nodded, clutching Ansel's cloak tighter, and strode into the frigid night.

"Where is she?" Ren asked, a mug of what smelled like watery soup in one hand, a chunk of bread in the other. The lord scanned the tent as if he would find her under the cot, the hay.

Aedion stared at the precious few logs burning in the brazier, and said nothing.

"What have you done?" Ren breathed.

Everything was about to end. Had been doomed since Maeve had stolen Aelin. Since his queen and the shifter had struck their agreement.

So it didn't matter, what he'd said. He hadn't cared if it wasn't fair, wasn't true.

Didn't care if he was so tired he couldn't muster shame at his pinning on her the blame for the sure defeat they'd face in a matter of days before Perranth's walls.

He wished she'd smacked him, had screamed at him. But she had let him rage. And had walked out into the snow, barefoot.

He'd promised to save Terrasen, to hold the lines. Had done so for years. And yet this test against Morath, when it had counted ... he had failed.

He’d muster the strength to fight again. To rally his men. He just ... he needed to sleep.

Aedion didn't notice when Ren left, undoubtedly in search of the shifter with who he was so damned enamored.

He should summon his Bane commanders. See how they thought to manage this disaster.

But he couldn't. Could do nothing but stare into that fire as the long night passed.

[whatudottu]

I have a question what were Annie's og parents like(i mean she was willing to run away with five aliens to be her fathers instead so I don't think they might have been the best😬) or maybe they're dead and were good people idk

A lot of the lore is actually written by @sweetpeaches666, who may be tagged under sugarbutterfly432, thanks to Annie technically being a 3 way OC lmao. There has been nothing solidly concrete about Annie's OG parents beyond the fact that she doesn't know her ancestry and she's had many foster homes AND orphanages to live in (plus it'd also be easier legal wise for the Andromeda 5 to adopt her if she isn't officially someone else's kid at the time)

It's actually why she does ballet, one of her foster mothers wanted to recreate her failed dream, turns out it breeds resentment and a lot of running away :P

What can be said is that Annie's been many different homes and in a constant state of transitioning between them, a prime example of being a refunded kid and all that, something something No Roots by Alice Merton yada yada 'oh no that's relatable'. Her birth parents one way or another have never been in her life, though regardless of what actually happened Annie will always believe that they left her behind like like everyone else did :P

[viovio]

soma cruz is like susie deltarune

[theghostofwilburtheworm]

nobody understands megara from hades like i do/hj

[yooniesim]

why do i see people talking bad about you? i don’t understand

baby, it's simblr. it's full of people scared shitless to say anything to your face while your name stays in their mouth for years on end. I got people i never even met or interacted with obsessed with me, cos I just got that much impact apparently. every so often I hear about this shit and ignore em like the insignificant flies they are, but they keep on trying for some reason. I even get people regularly in my inbox saying they came to check me out cos they saw some bitter weirdos drop my name, and they're staying cos they like my stuff lol. so I just consider it free advertisement 😂

don't pay it any mind, love. I sure don't. Ya see someone talking shit sneakily? keep in mind it says more about them than it does me. most of them are just mad I called them out on their shit eating ways (bigotry, scamming, etc) in the past, to the point where the hurt still lingers in em to this very day. that's why they never give a reason or actual proof for why they don't like me, it's always vague shit talk and lies. I don't get involved in all that anymore, just kinda focus on actual sims content now, cos I realized 70% of this community care more about who's friends with who than actual issues. So now I just keep doing my thing, protecting my peace, and being satisfied that it burns their lil asses up there's not a thing they can do to stop me.

[muttsona]

i am the poisoned blood running through my tired veins

[asteracaea]

oh dear anon, i'm sure it wasn't because of you, don't worry, but that's sweet of you to say! it's so hard to know and keep track of these things when it's all anonymous; hard to know if it's a bunch of different people or just one. but i really appreciate you writing in and telling me more details about what went down!

[anaalnathrakhs]

uh oh i feel like i have a deeply maladaptative response to people knowing Literally Anything about me it's fine it's fine i'm handling it very well

[orcelito]

I've kinda been existing in the realm of "everyone I know is going to die, many sooner than I expect" for the past few years. Considering. Ykno. But I don't register that's not the norm most of the time. I lived 22 years of my life not experiencing proper grief, after all. Only a few people I barely knew had died. No one I was ever close with.

One of the first things my new therapist said when greeting me (after having reviewed the preliminary questionnaire I filled out) was something about how sorry she was at my unimaginable loss. And I just had a moment of like. Huh. No, it really Isn't normal to lose 6 members of my family and 2 cats in the span of 5 years. No, that isn't normal at all.

I hope I don't have to experience any more unexpected losses anytime soon. I'd like to have faith in people's permanence in my life again.