#what goes on in that noggin...

[mosaickiwi]

(Sorry if i sound rude since english is not my first language 👉👈) 

I love your writing so much btw thank you for providing us with top tier quality writing, the way you write rendacted is just 🤌😍

I dont know if its allowed since its kind of specific, but can i please request a fluff/comfort for an insecure chubby angel that's not confident with their body and strech mark so they kinda doubt that rendacted really love them and thought they only playing with them and only dating for fun or smth 👉👈 😳 

Thank you soo much in advance (for the ping too) (≧∇≦)/

Thank you and you're welcome!! I love to cook this silly man 🥰 Appreciate da request <3

self loathing angst but it's just angel getting too deep in their own head

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Shorts

After a few weeks of dating, somehow [REDACTED] still smiled at you the same way. Still had that look of wonder and joy whenever you spoke. Still let their hand linger in yours for a second too long each time you parted ways.

As happy as he made you, you couldn't trust them just yet. 

Part of you was waiting—you'd been waiting the whole time—for everything to come crashing down. That’s how it always ended. You were surprised things even lasted this long.

He was sitting out in your shoddy living room while you changed for a date at the pier. As you looked in the mirror, your decision to wear shorts seemed like a mistake now. The horrid, uneven lines that patterned the skin of your thighs only made the choice worse. 

Of all the places to choose to live, it just had to be near the beach. You barely got by with loose shirts and pants for a while, but each day was more hot and humid than the last this summer. You couldn't go out like this. Let alone have him see all those flaws that glared back at you from your reflection.

Your heart thudded in your ears as you contemplated changing into something else. But you could feel it. The moment you'd been dreading was going to happen no matter what. Sooner or later they'd break up with you. What was the point of waiting for it? You could get it over with now, while you were in the comfort of your own home.

A few minutes of familiar, agonizing, embarrassment, then straight to bed for a pity party and a movie once your soon-to-be-ex left. Nothing new.

There was nothing else to do but face it. You breathed in and out at a steady pace to calm your nerves, then crept into the hallway. Despite the care you took, a floorboard creaked before you rounded the corner into the living room.

“Ready to go?” In an instant [REDACTED] was calling your name, draining away the confidence you held. You couldn’t bear to look up as he approached—to see that soft smile you loved fall into a frown. His footsteps were quiet, and you soon felt the warmth of his presence in front of you. “What’s wrong?”

Their voice never wavered in disappointment like you expected. It made your heart skip a beat like always, calm and gentle as he was with you. He was even concerned, reaching for your hand at your side but stopping short when you managed a few words.

“It’s nothing,” you mumbled. 

“Doesn't seem like nothin’, Angel. We don't need—” Whatever they were trying to say slipped right past you as fear set in.

Why was he treating you so nicely? Was the room too dim for them to see? Did he not see everything wrong about you on display? It didn’t even sound like they noticed the stretch marks. You weren’t sure what to do. Nothing was going the way it had with previous partners.

Arms cautiously wrapped around your now trembling form as he pulled you close. The sudden hug shocked you long enough to realize your cheeks were wet. And that he was rambling.

“—Upset you. If y’don't feel like goin’ anymore that's fine. We can stay here ‘til y’feel better. Or would you rather I leave? Get you somethin’? That store you like should still be open—” He took a step back.

You weren’t calm enough to speak, but desperately hugged your partner back when he tried to move away. They stopped immediately. A soft breath tickled your forehead, and the smallest sigh left him in relief.

“... Fuck. Had me worried there,” he whispered and tenderly kissed the crown of your head. “Should I stay then?” You nodded. Minutes passed in silence as he stroked scarred fingers through your hair to soothe you, occasionally murmuring quiet reassurance.

You couldn't see why he wasn't disappointed. His attempts to calm you weren't in vain, though.

Finally, you felt as if you could manage. “I thought that…” It was hard to say out loud when you clung so tightly that your face was pressed fully against his chest. You pulled back and sniffled. A small, damp spot on his black shirt got left behind as evidence of your tears. “Oops.”

The dark haired man let off a smile at your reaction and gently pried, “Thought what?” 

You bit your lip. Lying wouldn't do you any good. “I’m not that nice to look at,” you eventually admitted.

He frowned to himself, then gently cupped your tear-stained cheek. “You’re absolutely beautiful, you know?”

“Oh… um.” 

“Really. I promise I don't want anyone else." His blue eyes were dripping with clear adoration. "I’d stare at you all day if y’let me, love.”

The pet name had you at a loss, completely flustered. He never called you that before. “Can you really be sure?” Your voice got quieter and quieter as you tried to explain your worries further. “I just feel like…” With each word, your gaze drifted to the side in fear of his reaction. “You should've, uh… broken up with me by now?”

“Angel, I'd never even consider—” He cut himself off. "... ‘Been doin' a shit job of expressing m’self, if that’s what you’re thinking.” [REDACTED] hardly gave you a chance to react before he was leading you to the couch. He sat down, lacing his fingers through yours as he pulled you to sit in his lap. It felt more intimate than usual with his other hand resting on your bare leg. “I’ll get whatever you want at the pier tomorrow. Right now I need to make sure y’know how important you'll always be t’me.”

[fighting-naturalist]

Daniel being ~over it~ in "Evolution Pt. 1" (again)

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

"Did I ever tell you about my Omega casino run in with the Blue Suns, Eclipse, and the Blood Pack Vorcha mafia? Five thousand credits and a bottle of whiskey?"

Ft. Staff Cmdr. Kaidan Alenko, Operations Chief Ashley Williams, Zaeed Massani, & Seven. Dominik Shepard. Phoebus. MIRA'S MORE CANON ME1.5 "Are you Phoebus?" AKA: Pt. 1 of some of what happens between ME1 and ME2 with the Vorcha mafia storyline. :) Mass Effect: Legendary Edition (2021)

[fujii-draws]

FUJII THE SHADOWS WITH THE GOLD HIGHLIGHTS ARE ALSO MAKING ME THINK ABOUT AN UMBREON!RIBBONS AU. THE BRAINWORMS GO BRRRRRRRR

LOOKING AT YOU.

[dogseast]

I love pilk the horse. I wanna pick em up and squeeze em like a squeeky toy.

RELEASE MY BABIES

[skibasyndrome]

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[leclercenjoyer]

so you know how kimoa is fernandos baby. did you know that there is a sweater called sebastian. that comes in blue and green.

i checked the wayback machine some time. ago and it was up in the store on august 22nd 2022 and the only time it was archived before that was 2021 and it wasn't up by then. and i cannot find a single fucking picture of it on the kimoa instagram. im begging someone who is a better sleuth than me to confirm literally any of this because the idea of seb announcing his retirement and fernandos silly little lifestyle brand dropping a sweater named sebastian (in blue and green!!!) less than a month later is well and truly knocking some shit loose in my brain.

[s-catspade]

literally right now found out that the original song that Hussiequest is a parody of is a Lemon Demon song. sometimes i feel as though i have just hatched new and vulnerable unto the world.

[b4kuch1n]

almost forgot about mermay again this year (ink comms are still a thing! just! not yet! the other thing I gotta do just concluded and I got hit with this so Im gonna finish this up (& also some spare business) before returning to business please & thank u)

[lighthouseas]

love telling ppl about my issues and when i say it out loud im like oh huh this doesn't sound as normal as i thought. and then they look at me like 👁👁 ru ok and im like 👁👁 ye ah?

[elegyofthemoon]

love getting backstory stuff about my ocs out of complete nowhere. yes this is canon no im not explaining why

[honestlyvan]

How is this blog consistently like two steps removed from people who are aggressively puritanical and anti-kink? Am I not enough of a freak on main for people to realise that the only way to live is to be authentic to yourself and desist of the fear of thought crimes???

[snowddeong]

this you? 🤨

I have no idea what you're talking about

[kenhowler2004]

Gotta give myself a giggle. I haven't had an actual dream since I was 8. My ENTIRE life since then I have dream catchers up, so many plush toys around me at night, and I recently started to listen to a calming soothing playlist of my own creation. Why? If I were to put the aspect of my dreams and nightmares on a scale: to me a dream is no different than a nightmare and I'm lucky to even have one. I dream of such vivid and horrific visuals and sensations that if my mind was put into the NiGHTS franchise Wizeman would tremble and shake at the horrors I tend to endure in the night.

[shizunitis]

A very cool thing (to me) in the SVSSS prologue was that Shen Yuan was just introduced with. A throwaway.

Like, in the first 19 paragraphs, Shen Yuan is mentioned once, and like this:

“Next, let a veteran reader of this novel, Shen Yuan, omit the countless fanservice-y details and concisely summarize the million-word epic for everyone…”

We get 4 paragraphs presenting PIDW, the passage above, and then a (14 paragraphs-long) summary of Luo Binghe’s life, and then we dive into Shen Yuan’s complaints about Airplane’s fuckuppery until the System spaghettifies Shen Yuan’s soul and stuffs it into Shen Qingqiu’s body.

It’s effective, and it’s also very fitting. Shen Qingqiu/Shen Yuan always steps back to let Luo Binghe shine and then jumps back in to defend/protect him. Was it intentional? Was it Shen Yuan’s post-mortem obssession? Was it the System?

Who knows! It’s just neat, I think.

how mxtx uses prologues

(i confess i’ve only finished reading svsss and tgcf and mdzs is still on my “started but unfinished” list, but i still think i’ve got a good enough handle on it thru tumblr and ao3 exposure… *shrugs*)

so mxtx starts off her books very specifically—svsss starts with shen yuan’s tirade about proud immortal demon way, mdzs starts with the story of the slaying of the yiling laozu through the eyes of common folk, and tgcf starts with exposition of how the gods see xie lian before he ascends for the third time—on read-throughs, these sections are not that memorable, as they’re mostly information

but here’s the kicker—they’re not just info dumps, oh no. see, a crucial thing here is what is being built—audience expectations, both within the universe (for shen yuan as a commenter, for the cultivation world and for the gods) BUT also without the universe for the reader. in essence, the easily-digestible narratives are presented here pull the double duty of a) establishing the main plot and characters and b) building expectations with the intentional goal to subvert them as the actual narrative progresses

and this isn’t just a “shortcut” or “cheating”—reputation is a huge theme in mxtx’s works, and the process of first being told a snappy and easily-understood story before uncovering the much messier and nuanced truth that happens to the audience within/without the universe (in svsss, shen yuan pulls double duty as audience and protagonist here, but in mdzs and tgcf the division of protag/audience is more distinct) makes the ensuing narrative that much richer and more complex… and all with what is among the shortest parts of the book

[absolutely-esme]

Amity Park is different

Amity Park has a local superhero.

He's great. He works hard to protect his town. That said, Amity's local hero is a teenager. The people he relies on to help and support him are teenagers. The town's superhero defense is a handful of kids figuring things out on their own.

They do good, but sometimes the people of Amity have to be prepared to lend a hand or hold their own for a bit. That's just how life is under these conditions. Communities come together and support each other. It's fine. People adapt. Life goes on. They're really doing quite well.

A class from Amity Park visits a museum in Gotham on a field trip. They get caught in an unfortunately timed Scarecrow attack.

Scarecrow should have known better than to activate the fight or flight responses of a group of Amity Parkers.

The gas canister drops and discharges. The field trip group explodes into action.

A pair of Football players quickly overturns a table and use it as a shield as they charge the goons with the most firepower. Cheerleaders toss each other into the air for aerial attacks. Nerds turn objects from a nearby Janitor closet into a surprisingly effective trebuchet with astounding speed. One girl utilizes impressive martial arts skills.

A boy with Black hair and blue eyes flits about the battlefield pilfering and disassembling weapons with a shocking degree of efficiency as a Goth girl follows him around and bludgeon anyone who attempts to make a grab for him with a stand that had been holding up a rope barrier, and a boy in a beret lays down cover fire by launching pencils out of a makeshift bow formed from a binder and rubber bands with a startling degree of accuracy.

The teacher flits around pulling kids out of the path of attacks they hadn't seen, stowing any injured behind cover, and giving foes solid thwack on the noggin when the opportunity arises. He actually ends up knocking out Scarecrow himself.

The statement "We're not trapped in here with you. You're trapped in here with us," is repeated several times by different people.

When the Bats or police arrive, they have to carefully pull the feildtrip group off of the unfortunate rogues.

It takes a while to get the antidotes administered, but they do eventually manage. The class remains in defensive formation the whole time.

When the kids finally calm down enough to give statements, they mostly just say that Scarecrow gets what he gets for deliberately activating Amity Parkers' fight or flight responses. After the antidotes take effect, the class seems unfazed and goes about their business as soon as the authorities allow.

Some other visitors to the museum upload videos of the event online with titles like "the one class that was prepared for a field trip to Gotham" and "What kind of place is Amity Park, and why haven't I heard of it before?"

It doesn't take long for people to edit the videos to set the fight to music. Popular song choices include Ballroom Blitz, Bring 'em Out by Hawk Nelson, and the "we like to party" song from the six flags commercial.

Now the Bats are investigating Amity Park (and why they haven't heard of it before).