#wholly support this btw

[kinokoshoujoart]

friends of mineral town intro (gba): you inherit the farm because you visited this sweet elderly man’s farm as a kid, had a nice vacation and met (future wife), when he died put you in his will

friends of mineral town for girls intro (gba): you are conned into buying a run down farm by asshole mayor. you immediately have the option to Murder Him

[digifag]

sacha…

[tenacquity]

(not so) subtly hoards all the emotionally damaged muses and just

quietly stands near

[dandelionbitch]

thinking about the superb character writing of tuca & bertie

[hibischush]

Hello! Have you got any kissing headcanons for Eiland, March, and any romanceable you'd like? Thank you! :3

Ohhhh yes yes I do! I did the "spin the wheel" for the rest of the romanceables because I literally couldn't choose they're all so lovable already. Adeline was the chosen one so I guess we have a sibling special today lmao 🌺

Also, some of these are a bit suggestive, so⚠️minors proceed with caution!⚠️

Eiland

at first I feel like Eiland would be very gentlemanly when kissing you

Like after one of your first few dates he definitely leaned down and kissed your hand

bro is literally courting you like its the regency era

I think that it would take him awhile to gather up to kiss you

But I wholly support the idea that you initiate your first kiss

Like this is an outta-nowhere-unplanned-spontaneous kiss

Because Eiland would be the type to plan out extravagant dates to be memorable

I think you would kiss him for the first time when he's busy explaining (in great depth) the history behind an artifact at the dig sites

His eyes were just so bright and his voice was so animated and passionate and his lips were just

irresistible

You cut him off with a quick chaste kiss and oh man

His expression was priceless

He was so shocked and his face immediately heated up

Eiland was speechless for longer than you expected and you asked if he was okay

"I...yes! Of course! I just..." he pauses, thumbing the bottom of your lip while leaning closer and whispering, "I want to properly kiss you this time, with my full attention."

Once kissing became as natural as breathing air, Eiland kisses you more confidently

He almost always uses one hand to cradle your face and another to pull you closer by the waist

His favorite place to kiss you is your lips, but he is not picky in the slightest

When things heat up, I think he would be a... lip biter

BLASPHEMY I KNOW. A NOBLE LORD SUCH AS EILAND?!

He'd also kiss and nibble on your neck as long as you're fine with it

March

March 100% kisses you before you both are official

Bc he's a silly impulsive little tsudere

and to be clear its obvious that March likes you at this point, and you reciprocate

You want him to bring it up though because he will deny that he likes you lmao

Like you both were hanging out near the fountain in town and the tension is so thick that you could slice through it with a sword

heavy eye contact, fleeting touches, sly comments, etc.

you are breaking this man down

"You are so cute, March," you giggle, shoving him aside playfully

He blushes and pushes you back, almost defensively

"S-shut up. You just don't take me seriously, idiot."

Alright. This guy--

You're tired of his bs

"God, March," you groan, "you want to kiss me so damn bad it makes you look stupid!"

He fumes, before grabbing you by your shoulders and hesitating for a second

before you can say anything, his lips crash against your own

it was short but passionate

"Not so stupid now, huh?"

Anywhoozies

March is a very passionate guy, especially for you

While I believe he is a rough kisser when feeling extra...loving (purely out of desperation btw)

I think his favorite place to kiss you is on your nose 🥺

Especially as goodnight kisses

Adeline

Prefacing this with Adeline is lovely kisser

She always kisses you with purpose and emotion

You're her favorite person, and you help her relax when she can physically love on you

Your first kiss with Adeline was after a nice candlelit dinner after you two had been dating for awhile

Also just another hc I'm going to throw in here:

I think Adeline really enjoys ball room dancing

She used to do it more when she was younger and didn't have to watch over Mistria

So afterwards she asks if you would like to dance (ofc you accept)

While dancing and enjoying such a tender moment with Adeline, you noticed that she faltered and slowed to a stop

You quietly ask her if she was alright, and she looks at you with such warmth it made your heart race

"May I kiss you?"

When you nod your head yes, she smiles, wrapping her arms around your neck, as her eyelids flutter close and she gives you a soft lingering kiss

Afterwards you both kiss often, often short but sweet

Like kisses on the cheek in passing since the both of you are often busy

Adeline loves to kiss you on your cheek!

And she loves to receive kisses on her forehead

When you both have the alone time to be intimate, Adeline kisses you like you're her first breath of air after resurfacing from water lemme tell ya

The pair of you don't get much alone time together so she makes the most of it!

In conclusion, I am in love with them all. I honestly don't know which romanceable I'll go for in my first playthrough, I guess we'll all have to wait until August 5th 🥲

Side note: what is the God in this game. Using "God" just sounds weird as an interjection

[razberrypuck]

hey btw. edyn and gillion were both forced to grow up so fast that neither of them really had the chance to grow up at all. they both missed so many formative experiences but at different stages in their lives and that wholly informs everything about who they are NOW and I'm. edyn was eleven when gillion was taken by the elders. gillion was five. she never got to be a teenager, or even a pre-teen. she was too busy playing support for her little brother, because gods know nearly all the adults in the palace hated him. gillion never got to be a child. he was always just the chosen one, the champion, never the art kid that draws all over his work in class, or the sweet boy that drags everyone on the playground into some elaborate game during recess. neither of them ever got to grow up and it SHOWS and if I have to be emotional about it so do you

[daemon-in-my-head]

Oh uh yeah btw, sorry im back cuz I'm not playing anything so I've been thinking... Just a funny thought I had but uh, the seats of the council of 4 are usually passed down in the family. Just technically speaking, the only family of the most hated hero of the Gate, aka Abdel Adrian who did claim a seat, are the other direct Bhaalspawn, aka Sarevok and Durge, by grace of all of them being half-siblings...

So. Just in theory, Durge has a claim to one of these seats. Technically speaking, if they chose to come out and reveal that they're a Bhaalspawn, Durge could manipulate their way into getting the seat back, and being wholly elevated to Patriar officially instead of just acting as haughty as one.

This would also allow them to influence politics even more directly and support Gortash, who needs to get the council on his side to be bestowed the title of Archduke. And also they're arrogant as fuck so like, it would fit.

Just. Huh. This is some real fuckery going on there. Not to mention another Duke is a straight up devil worshiper. And Portyr is a dunce anyway. And the political situation in the Gate during the last 10 years esp in the upper echelon is never really eluded to. Nor how exactly Lord Gortash became a lord.

What the fuck have these two been up to. Why can I see Gorty tryna push Durge to reclaim the seat and Durge actually considering it. They've been dealing with the Patriars anyway thx to the murder list.

What the hell.

[imagionationstation]

For the Dona AU, does anything change with the China Town episode with the spirit guy or the episode during the farmhouse arc with the demon car?

Also I know you’ve talked about how Karai and Leo feel about Donnie getting almost (from what I remember anyway) blown up but how does Splinter feel? Seeing his youngest daughter in such a critical state caused by his eldest daughter? Does bro get flashbacks to Tang Shen and the night of the fire? Or even flashbacks to his past relationship with his Shedder since they were brothers?

Also does Donnie ever feel like she has to live up to this ‘expectation’ that is/was Miwa before they find out about Karai? Does Donnie feel the need to be a good daughter or does she feel like a replacement or replaceable because of that or not? Idk I just thought about that.

I also keep thinking about how would Casey and Donnie end up together if they did and how the others would react? Like how would that play out if it does? What would be their dynamic?

I have been loving this btw and hope you are taking care of yourself

I hope you know that you are the reason that I lie awake at night and stare at the roof wondering what angst I inadvertently created.

I saw this ask and had to distance myself from the world to stare at it and contemplate just what I’m putting these people through in an AU that’s SUPPOSED to make things better.

Thank you for your contribution. I have no regrets.

This is PART 1 of this Ask because PART 2 is really long so I decided to split them up so I can focus wholly on one of the two topics.

"Also I know you’ve talked about how Karai and Leo feel about Donnie getting almost (from what I remember anyway) blown up but how does Splinter feel? Seeing his youngest daughter in such a critical state caused by his eldest daughter? Does bro get flashbacks to Tang Shen and the night of the fire? Or even flashbacks to his past relationship with his Shedder since they were brothers?"

“Sensei!”

All of his sons cries overlap, panicked and high as their feet slap against the ground. He immediately notes the missing voice from their call, looking toward them as they slow to step down into the pit.

“My children,” He breathes as he turns to them, eyes widening as he watches them lower their sister to the ground. Raphael pants as he breaks away from her, looking towards him with a harsh panic, explanation coming in a chopped words, “Factory! Explosion!”

Splinter lets this sink in, scanning Michelangelo’s worried eyes as he supports her. Leonardo’s hand rests against her chest to track every breath and his eyes do not leave his sister.

There are burns along her head and arms. Agony painted along every ridge muscle and shallow breath. She is in pain, scrapped and bruised from debris, little bits of metal in her skin. His brain twists the sight before him, sprinkling little reminders that it had been wood that had fallen, metal that had caused the worst damage, blood that had soaked through the three scars forever embedded in his mind.

April shifts beside him and he recalls where he is. Nobody in his arms, a fire left long behind, and his daughter suffering before him.

He feels the urge to go her, pull her in his arms, demand to know what happened- but that did not help Tang Shen. It will not help her. “Take her to the dojo. I will prepare the healing mantras.”

Two of his sons obey. Leonardo does not move, calling after him. He’s a distraction, but something in his voice halts him anyway.

“It’s my fault.”

Splinter inhales, sharp. He now sees the guilt that he'd mistaken as sorrow, reprimand plastered to his tongue.

He will not release it. Not yet.

He waits for an explanation.

“Karai and I- we were taking down Shredder’s operations. I thought we could end this! I’m-” He looks to the side, eyes squeezed shut, before they drop to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“Yoshi, Saki, please! You are brothers!”

“Go, Shen.”

Splinter exhales softly and turns away. He goes to the dojo and trusts that Leonardo will follow. It’s not until he nears the scrolls that he finds the right words. “I have always warned you of vengeance. What it could cause. What it can take from you. Your honor. Your sense.”

“Saki! This whole place is coming down!”

“Then we shall both perish here!”

“I am disappointed in you, Leonardo.” He pauses, looking at the scroll in his hand, before he lowers it. “But I am proud you had the courage to admit your wrongdoing. For many… It is not so simple.”

“You only dishonor yourself! Always jealous, always scheming, always filled with hate!”

“If I had told the others what I was up to, they never would have gone into that building.” Leonardo scans his expression as he stands, waiting for the verdict, too focused on the past.

Splinter redirects him. “It is right that you should feel pain for your mistakes. But it is one thing to regret bad decisions after they are made. A leader must foresee how bad decisions lead to bad results.”

“PLEASE! STOP!”

His son follows his gaze to his sister and then bows his head.

“I’m sorry, Sensei.”

“I am not the one who needs an apology.”

He steps away to let him think his words over and to focus on his sister, so that Leonardo will be able to give one. So that he will have the opportunity for forgiveness that Splinter never got to know.

The lair is too quiet. April volunteers to check up on his sons, eyes lingering on her friend before she resolutely turns to leave.

Splinter is grateful that she does, for not long after, Donatello stirs.

“My daughter,” he breaths, light flickering from his hands. He goes immediately to cup her face, searching glazed eyes for the light that may have been stolen by the fire. “You are safe. I am here.”

She blinks, rapid and confused, as tears track down to Splinter’s hand. She whimpers, hand clamping over his wrist. “Pap-aaaah!”

“Breathe,” He soothes as she cries out. She squeezes, hard, moisture falling to his fur. “I-It hurts! What- why- why doh-”

“You are injured.” He brushes her face. “Burned. But you are healing.”

She only stares through him, disoriented and scared, even while leaning into his hand. Another whimper shrivels in her throat.

His eyes water, without his want or consent. He has no reason to be upset. She is alive. She needs him to be strong. “Rest, my daughter. You will not know this same pain when you awaken.”

She tries to move, lifting her leg and dropping it, gasping in air when it touches the ground. Her cry is drowned by a whine and he wishes there was a way to take her pain and make it his own.

“Silly ninja. It is not a father’s job to take the pain, my Yoshi. Only to soothe it. Here, let me.”

“Sleep, precious one.” He whispers in the same way that he had years ago when days were long and little turtle hands refused to still. “Papa will not let the world move far without you.”

Her fear lulls, tempered by the gentle safety of the past, a tiny chirp sliding from her tongue. He gives her that moment of calm and then touches the pressure point to knock her out. He gently lays her back down on the mat, resuming the mantra with steady hands.

April comes in to stand on Donatello’s other side.

“They’re not in the lair.”

Splinter gives no response. She kneels down.

They stay by Donatello’s side.

"I thought I could make this about taking down Shredder's organization. But it's too much of a risk going after petty targets just to spite him. I promise, I will no longer go after Shredder's possessions. I'll go after Shredder himself."

The hope that had begun to flicker in his chest dies as Miwa removes her blade from its sheath. She does not look back, leaving them all in the wake of her promise, and Splinter finds his hand outstretched.

He does not know what to do. He does not know what to say.

She saw the price of revenge, and she's still choosing to move forward. How can he stop this? How can he make her see sense?

He doesn't get to decide. A blur of motion charges past.

"NO!"

He sees the impact when Leonardo collides with her. He grabs at the blade as she whirls in surprise, catching her wrist to avoid getting it caught between them. They fall backward, with her taking the blunt of their weight and Leonardo's fury holding them down.

"Leo!" All of his children cry out as Splinter moves to their side, pausing when he spots the fury in his glare. Not one of confusion or anger, but of fear and hurt and understanding, with a protective bite that promises no mercy while caught in sharp teeth.

"Are. You. INSANE?"

This cannot end well.

Splinter should intervene, but for once, he does not.

He motions for the others to stand down as well, watching his daughter's face flick between skin and scales, and lets Leonardo have his say. "We've done this before, Karai! YOU'VE done that before! You ran off to go face him and you got LOCKED UP! It took us MONTHS to get you out! Countless nights of risking our lives for YOU! And now you want to- what, do it all again?"

"I will not be alone this time!" She manages to shove him off, getting to her feet and stumbling away. Miwa looks back, towards Splinter, and he keeps his gaze cool, offering no protection. "I have the clan!"

"Shredder has faced down many armies and fought many battles." Splinter says. "But you would know that, my daughter."

She glares, "I'm doing what has to be done!"

"That's what you said about the warehouses." Leo stalks up to her. "That's what you said about the money. That's what you told me before you went to blow up some stupid factory as if your last mission didn't get your sister BLOWN UP."

"I didn't tell her to go in there-!"

"YOU PLANTED THE BOMBS!" Leonardo's scream cracks at the last word, fists shaking with the pain of almost losing a loved one, eyes clear with the knowledge of how such loss can impact a soul. He takes a heavy breath and the room holds it with him.

He looks at Splinter, and their father nods his encouragement.

"We are leaders." He declares, strong and pronounced. "We are born leaders of our clan, but also of a family. We were selfish and our siblings paid for it. Our ONLY little sister paid for it."

Their gazes travel to her. She is not watching the conversation, hands pressed over the sides of her head, entrapped in a steady hold by the youngest. Her eyes are not visible, squeezed shut in pain, and Splinter's heart aches to see it.

"I..." All attention travels to Miwa. "I never wanted her to be hurt."

"But she was." Leonardo holds his head high. "And instead of learning from it, you are repeating old mistakes. I thought better of you. I thought you'd be better than that Karai."

He turns away from her, steps as silent as the dojo as he travels back to his sister's side. He kneels next to Michelangelo, takes her hand, and wraps his other hand safely around it as she squeezes his fingers.

"I will not risk my family for you again." He says coolly, holding tight. The sound crosses the space with even volume. "If you choose to go alone, you will truly be alone. Do not count on me to bail you out."

"Leo..." She tries, but Splinter does not let her continue. "He is right."

She looks to him, defeat painting eyes that have seen more horrors than any child should know. "I have warned my children against walking into Saki's hands too many times. But I cannot stop them from making their own choices, anymore than I can stop you."

He takes a breath. "You act as if you have no choice. You act as if you are on your own. You are not. You are not alone anymore, Miwa. You are not bound by Saki's vices. You have a family that has fought long and hard for you to come home, and yet you would choose his anger over their love."

"Father." Her fists tighten. Her voice cracks. "He ruined my life."

"He ruined much on that faithful day," Splinter admits as he approaches her, gently cupping her face. He tries not to see Shen in her teary eyes. "But our lives are not yet over. He cannot take anything else from us if we do not let him. Leave his influence behind. Your mother... She would not want this for you."

"I don't-" She pulls her arms to her chest, closing her eyes to bow her head. "I don't know how."

"What do you think we're here for?" Raphael demands with a dismissive bat of his hand at the open air. "Decoration?"

"Let us help you." Splinter translates. "Let us teach you."

"C'mon sis." Michelangelo says, smile weak but genuine. "We deal with April and Dona every day. You'll be a piece of cake."

"Hey," A baffled April says at the same moment that Donatello weakly hits his plastron. Michelangelo laughs, Raphael snickers, and Leonardo shakes his head to hide his smile.

She pulls away, and Splinter lets her.

"Okay." Miwa announces with a smirk, though her confidence does not reach her eyes. "I'll try."

Splinter puts his hands on his cane and nods, "It is all we ask."

Also does Donnie ever feel like she has to live up to this ‘expectation’ that is/was Miwa before they find out about Karai? Does Donnie feel the need to be a good daughter or does she feel like a replacement or replaceable because of that or not? Idk I just thought about that.

Definitely during her younger years. It’s one thing to be the adopted sons who don't comprehend depression and death knowing that he spends a decent amount of time mourning his daughter and wife.

It’s another to be an adopted daughter who doesn’t comprehend depression and death who’s watching him distance himself sometimes to mourn a different daughter that she’s never met when she’s standing right there.

Thankfully (from a Donnie-development POV), Miwa ‘never’ got the chance to grow up. So there isn’t actually any notes to take to fill her shoes and meet expectations. Whenever she actively tries to be like Tang Shen (as she understands her mom from his stories), it only seems to depress Splinter more.

On the day that Splinter gives them their weapons, she entirely expects to be given the one that was meant for Miwa. Then he hands her the bo staff and tells her that it’s perfect for her, and she doesn’t know what to think. It’s the first time that she’s completely confident that he sees Donatello instead of Miwa when he looks at her.

Whenever she needs a reminder of that, she looks to her staff.

By the time that she goes up to the surface, she’s grown to be comfortable in that part of her place in the family.

…And then they meet Karai.

Now, if this does revamp her worries about her place in the family, it’s never directly mentioned in any episodes. Donnie’s main issue with Karai is that she’s always let her imagination run away with her big sister’s image, drafting what Miwa would be like if she survived.

And Karai. Is not the person who Donnie imagined her to be.

"I have been loving this btw and hope you are taking care of yourself"

Right back at you!! Thanks for the Ask!!!

[heartnosekid]

I started making stimboards a while ago, granted I'm not the most frequently active even with a queue, but I greatly enjoy carefully crafting a board, digging up sources for gifs, ... still, I cant stop feeling a bit hurt that I get next to no notes on them. A single board easily takes me 30 minutes to 1 hour, and a recent one got 1 note. That's all. I was so proud of it, and now it feels like it was all in vain, despite the fun it was to assemble. I love seeing you on my dash btw, I love your gifs and boards. But yeah. Did it take you a while too to get a decent amount of notes / followers ? I try my best to use appropriate tags for reach. I dont even do super niche themes. And I tell myself to just keep at it, with enough time and effort I'll have some more followers too. Idk. I was just hoping for some words of encouragement if you can spare some lol

i 100% understand this frustration and i have a few questions for you.

firstly, is there any way you could send me a board of yours so i can see the tags and potentially give some advice about that? it's okay if you would rather not, i understand wanting to maintain anonymity.

secondly, if you did want to send your blog my way, i could potentially reblog some of your stuff and help you gain some traction.

now for some encouragement, i promise your work matters regardless of followers or notes or anything like that. the internet has a sinister way of making us feel as if the only way our work is important, even to ourselves, is if it gets lots of recognition and interactions and clicks. this is wholly false, and a dangerous mindset to get stuck in. (i'm still in it and i hate it. i work so hard to not care about notes but it is so hard, especially when you're raised by a critical voice when it comes to your art.)

i will always encourage you and anyone else to ignore the numbers. i know this is extremely hard to do, especially when you're just starting out and you want to make your work seen and be praised, but i promise it will help build healthy habits in regards to posting your work and not taking the fun or meaning out of it for yourself, because at the end of the day, making art should be for you and satisfy you first and foremost. i made the huge mistake of getting into the numbers game in regards to my work and i regret it every day, quite literally. and yes, it did take a long time for my boards and gifs to start gaining traction. i've had this blog since 2017, i have been making boards since...2019 i think, maybe 2018, and gifs since either late 2019 or 2020, i think, and i didn't start seeing major interactions (1k+ notes) for about two to three years.

if your work is fun and fulfilling to you; if it satisfies your creative nature in a way other things can't, please keep doing it. i promise it is worth it to make the art 100000% self indulgently rather than to rely on attention from others to progress.

much love and support to you, anon. i hope to see some cool stuff from you in the community. <3

[sonicenvy]

I feel like I've felt genuinely hopeful about the state of things in the last week, which has been a trip y'all. I watched the Harris/Walz rally from Philly earlier and it made me feel so hopeful for the future actually. The fact that people are coalescing around this ticket, and are ready to come out to vote against tr*mp and his pr*ject 2025 weirdos gives me hope. For a minute there I was like, have I stepped into a time machine back to 2008????

For those of you who are not old enough to remember 2008, it was truly and wholly such a "you had to be there" moment. The hope, the optimism and the energy was off the charts because people were ready for a change that would dump dubya. I'm from Chicago (and I was living there in 2008), and the energy on the ground here was insane y'all, and I'm getting shades of that now.

So, like 2008 was the first presidential election that I was really aware of, and I think it fundamentally shaped something in me politically. I was 11 years old in 2008, and it was truly an unforgettable moment. My bff at the time's mom was a huge Obama supporter (she even drove to Iowa to canvas for Obama ahead of the Iowa Caucuses) and she had an election night watch party which we all were at. The energy there was palpable. The number of Obama/Biden signs in my neighborhood was off the charts, thick, thick on the ground. That night when it was announced that Obama had won, people immediately started blowing off fireworks. We were all partying out in the streets, filled with excitement and hope. There was a massive rally downtown with the Obamas that night. Fireworks kept going off all night. It was such a moment. So yeah, I'm getting shades of this now, and I like that so much.

In case y'all didn't know (or forgot) FLORIDA went blue in 08. Here's the map of the election btw, for those who don't know:

Anyways, the fact that there have been people rallying for Harris in republic*n strongholds (like THE VILLAGES) in FLORIDA is a promising sign. The fact that GEORGIA went blue in 2020 despite massive amounts of republic*n ratfuckery, is a sign of good things ahead.

But yeah, anyways, fellow Americans, check ya voter registrations and get out the vote!!!!!!!!!!

[tinyjellyfishy]

I know people are going "KISS HER!!! WHY DIDN'T THEY KISS!!!" about that imodna conversation, and I would have been extremely happy if they did! But I'm a little saddened because calling for that feels like it misses the explicit and incredibly queer message given by their relationship because it's looking for what's been defined in expectation to be love. It misses the power that exists in undefinition.

"It transcends words, our relationship."

"You are my strong foundation." "You're my tether."

"i love you so much." "i love you more than anything." They say this while they're hugging. They punctuate this incredibly heartfelt and world-defining love by holding onto each other tight like they'll never see each other again. Women who fight for the other and have saved each other again and again. This is love. This is a love confession.

It just doesn't end with a kiss.

There is an undeniable love and care. You cannot miss how devoted these women are to eachother. It’s simply a fact. But Laudna says it herself: their relationship is beyond definition. Beyond label. It is all encompassing, all surrounding, like being soulmates. And Laudna says it doesn't have a label, because their love just-- is. Not friendship, not dating, might not call it a QP, not a mere partnership, not anything but Laudna and Imogen. Just look at it. They don't NEED to kiss to tell you how much.

I will fully admit i'm greyroace with a tenuous understanding on love despite being in my own relationship: specifically the lines in the sand between platonic and romantic feelings and what either entail. There are SO many psychology theories on various typings that frankly the best conclusion you can come to is "love is love slashy-face :/" it's all a nebulous strange connection humans being make. Love is beyond definition because man fuck, what the hell are we talking about.

And yet, without understanding it, love is powerful. It's the connection that makes two people think about living away on a horse ranch together peacefully, the kind that makes them plunge into eachother's personal hells to lead them by the hand to sunlight. It's cuddling in the night while holding eachother's hands. And it's Laudna and Imogen's. They’ve said it outloud: they are the other's better half to a better whole, and more important than anything else. You can't deny that. And it’s so wonderful to see such an incredible relationship. It doesn’t NEED to have The Big Kiss as its overture.

A kiss is not the grand thing of a relationship; weirdly, a lot of writers tend to completely STOP the story at The Big Kiss and not be able to let the characters have a functional relationship. Laudna and Imogen are unbelievably intertwined, they LOVE EACHOTHER. There's no "will they won't they" tension or dancing around the idea of dating and being girlfrienda and the squee of hot goss (which i do still enjoy btw c2 was very fun for many reasons). They are so wholly comfortable in the other. Like the old type of love between long time married couples, the kind where it's so ingrained it's simply routine. Sometimes prone to insecurity and bumps (rocks.) but every relationship has that, and the great thing is that their other friendships are there to support them, just as important to rounding out their circles, unlike some stories that would sacrifice or flander them. for the sake of the love story. They're Imogen and Laudna, Laudna and Imogen, close with their friends but eachother most of all. Imodna IS canon. Its arc is just something that isn't about what we'd call the romance of it.

It feels like demanding they needed to kiss in order to officialize(?) their love enforces a strange binary that makes their relationship lesser and unrecognized as meaningful unless they engage in traditionally romantic gestures. It's the same societal allonormativity that places a false hierarchy on romantic versus platonic relationships, that dismisses "Do you really think we were meant for normal?" Laudna asks. Isn't that ambiguity and lack of definition what queerness is for?

If they kiss in the future I will be very very happy! If you make them fluster and awkward in ur funnie fictions go wild. But maybe I've just been recently fatigued with fan culture in general ignoring the beauty and complexity of various relationships and character stories because of this narrow idea often rooted in an overemphasis on shipping culture. Denying the value in the forest because it didn't have your specific tree.

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

I was reading Emily Henry's latest grocery list and I remembered I never told you about Funny Story!! I'm so annoyed I let this much time pass because now I can't remember all the little details that I kept waiting to tell you about while I was reading it, but anyways. I loved it SO much.

One of the things I love most about Emily Henry's books are her characters. She literally thinks of every little detail and creates completely new and unique characters with backstories and different personalities. And even though every main character is different, I still relate to certain parts of all of them. The main characters (and some of the side characters too) always have something they have to work though to grow as individuals and everytime it's so interesting and satisfying and somehow relatable?? Especially in this book I think.

Daphne has one of my favourite storylines out of all of the Emily Henry books, and I love how she slowly makes new friends and reconstructs her whole life in Waning Bay. Speaking of Waning Bay, it's such a lovely setting. Emily Henry always makes you feel like you're wherever her characters are, either on the asparagus farm or drinking a chocolate milkshake.

I also loved Daphne and Ashley's friendship. Even though it happened kind of out of necessity they still ended up really close and I loved seeing that.

And obviously her and Miles' relationship was one of the best parts of the book. I think it's my favourite Emily Henry ship. They were so good as friends, and I feel like they confided a lot on each other from the beginning. He was so supportive all throughout the book, especially with everything that happened with Daphne's dad (when I found out he went after him to tell him what a terrible father he is I couldn't belive it). He was just a great character, and as you get to know him you get to see the contrast between him and Peter (who after only two scenes managed to become one of my least favourite characters of all time).

I think I rambled on a bit too much, but I'd love to hear what you thought about this book!!

Btw, I can't wait for the PWMOV adaptation to come out, hopefully I'll reread the book before then!!

I am so so happy you loved it!!! I saw a lot of mixed reviews online so I wasn't sure how you would end up feeling but I'm so glad you enjoyed it too!!

You are SO SO right about her characters. The parts of them I don't relate to I can still feel connected to and feel for, and then there's so much I relate to and feel seen by and she puts words to feelings I never knew how to articulate (ESPECIALLY with Daphne in this one I was like wow this hits). And they're all such different main characters but they're also the most relatable characters I've ever read and it's such a special reading experience.

Love the way you described the storyline of this one, and I wholly agree. If I could live in an Emily Henry, I would live in this one. The whole time I was reading it, I felt like I was falling in love with the life Daphne was living, and left the book wishing so badly that I could live in it. Like, if I could wake up tomorrow in Waning Bay and be roommates with Miles and a children's librarian grabbing a chai latte on the way to work and going on adventures around the town with Miles afterwards I would not complain AT ALL that sounds so perfect.

Also, I always love the way Emily Henry depicts being a reader in her books. Since authors tend to be readers, they usually Get It and know how to depict loving books in a way that connects to readers, but there's something about the way Emily Henry does this in each book that just hits so much harder, and it's always a fresh perspective too (like Beach Read specifically tackles romance books, while Book Lovers is more about books in general). In this one, as someone who grew up practically in the library, it was so special seeing a love for the library in particular shown, not just love for reading.

And yes! I really appreciated Ashley and Daphne's friendship and the depiction of how hard and weird it is to make friends as an adult, especially if you've always struggled with finding belonging. And also the other friendships she formed with the townspeople and Miles' sister, it was like a little found family but with people of all ages, which we don't see as much and it felt more realistic and I loved that.

AND DAPHNE AND MILES. OH. MY. STARS. I could gush forever. I'm so down bad for Miles, I think if we're talking realistically, he's the book man I would marry if I could choose just one to bring to life. This book was also maybe the most natural depiction of love I've ever seen? Like the pipeline of acquaintances bonded by their situation to friends to best friends slowly becoming lovers felt so real, it was like I was experiencing falling in love along alongside Daphne. It really reminded me of the way listening to You Are In Love feels but in book form. They really were so supportive of each other, and I loved just spending everyday life with them exploring the town and watching movies together. (Also so agree about Peter.)

You definitely did not ramble too much!! (If anything I probably did lol) I loved hearing all of your thoughts!!

SAME about PWMOV I'm excited but also scared. I reread all the EmHen books this summer (except for Funny Story) and ended up re-reading PWMOV twice and it really stuck out as my for sure favorite this time, so I'm like I need it to be done justice.

And I think Funny Story is maybe right up there with PWMOV, or third favorite (behind Beach Read), I would just need to reread to know for sure. I've been thinking about it and wanting to reread it constantly since I finished it.

[poshpunkqueen]

I've been listening to Taylor Swift since the debut. I'm not one of those listeners that believe Taylor is a Princess, wholly innocent, 24/7 victim but at the same time I don't believe she's a Villain. She's made mistakes.

I'm not one of those listeners that has the time and immoral capacity to sit on the Internet to committ Cyber crimes nor am I willing to put my health on the line to see her live. There should be boundaries.

The transfer from Teenhood to Adulthood for Taylor...I could tell ..she's still unravelling. Its okay to be in your 30s and still finding yourself. Hopefully there is an expiry date.

I'm not trying to be funny but I believe Taylor needs therapy. There are some unresolved things: fame, dealing with the industry and the media has definitely affected her. I don't think she's quite shake off alot stuff. It's passivity with a cupcake appearance of happiness.

Her patterns and methodology when it comes to music....mmmh the adults are taking a step back and analysing 😄. Writing those songs and knowing the effects will eventually become a "Here we go again" Moment. Everyone will move on and she will remain.Therapy is needed.The pride comes before the fall.

I say this because when Tortured Poets Project was announced I was unsure about it. I've never been unsure about a Taylor album. But then again I'm aware of the Taylor Formula. Not sure if she can carry this formula into her 40s and 50s 😄 but we will see. But I listen for listening sake..I'm listening to everyone this year.

TTPD Album: I had to stop half way because its the typical Taylor album...same note 🙆🏻‍♂️ same storyline... lol no doubt she's a good songwriter. Not sure how to feel about missiles being sent to someone who struggled or struggling with Depression. NOPE.

Emotional cheating is interesting lol We had this before 👀. Alcoholism and the talks about drugs is interesting too. Blurring the lines between two men. One you barely bedded to be in this deep. This seems like a tactic for writing material. Calculated PR stunts. I said this last year...she knows what she's doing...she dated him purposely ...she knew what to expect and Matty knew what to expect ...I'm disappointed in Matty selling out ...and acting out for attention..he needs to grow up too....he knows better. He made the whole band look bad...(I'm George fan btw)

Meathead guys years ago like Travis Kelce were saying they wanted to date Taylor for fame and songs. Sadly I'm starting to see it. Travis is a big time user. However we live and learn 😆

Idk I don't get it. If people pay attention to her lyrics not just on this album but previous albums, she tells on herself alot lol. We will have this again 2026.

Being Human isn't without flaws and wrong paths but it seems people only see it with Taylor Swift. .they don't see it with others 🫡 Others would would be stamped with cancellation. The Devil.

Taylor is in her 30s and I hope she figures out what she wants personally and professionally. It doesn't make sense moving from person to person then writing these songs. This is why therapy is important.

A few weeks ago, we heard Beyoncé album and I'm not the biggest Bey fan but we heard her different layers vocally and with the blending of genres. While I'm aware Taylor isn't a vocalist...I want to hear her do other genres.

Honestly I liked Midnights and reputation better.

Here are the songs I might listen to again:

✨️ Fortnight

✨️TTPD

✨️Down Bad

✨️So Long London

✨️The Prophecy

✨️Robin

⛔️Florida...but it's meh...Florence was downplayed...similar to Snow on the Beach with Lana.

The other songs were...okay....

I support Joe. I don't think Joe deserves this...I'm not gonna defend wrong actions even if I like your songs...

TBH EVENTUALLY I WILL STOP LISTENING TO TAYLOR BECAUSE I'VE GONE BACK DEEP INTO ROCK AND OLD SKOOL MUSIC

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARI MY UTMOST BELOVED I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT EVERY SINGLE FIC ON THAT WIP LIST MADE ME GENUINELY GO INSANE BUT I’LL REFRAIN FROM ASKING ABOUT ALL OF THEM (but know that if i could . I WOULD) BUT . let me ask abt a few of them if you don’t mind hehehehe 🙂‍↕️🤭 OKAY SO.

be still my foolish heart (don't ruin this on me)

- so you decided to give childhood friends to lovers uni au w a pining/jealousy trope (one of my all time favs btw) A HOZIER LYRIC AS THE TITLE??? ALMOST )SWEET MUSIC) WAHHHHHHH

consider the hairpin turn

- i like to think of myself as the biggest proponent and number one supporter of BFB!kenny……… like so much so that i literally think of it weekly…….. AND W THE SIKEN QUOTE TOO I’M GOING FERALLLLLLLLL

i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door

- another hozier lyric (FROM EDEN YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS) and the fact that its TACTICIAN!KENJAKU??? YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG AND SEXY ARI…… him as a tactician is PERFECT i feel like he’s so maomao’s dad coded already (i love tacticians :3)

((also please know i’m also looking VERY lovingly at merguru, wolf!geto red riding hood au, and the naoya x reader fic… i love that siken quote so fucking much <3 ok ari i love you and your brain you’re consistently the most genius person on this site and i’m so sorry this got so long feel free to only answer what you want out of it hehe :3 I LOVE YOU I’M SENDING YOU LOTS OF LOVE 🙂‍↕️🩷)

- @gothsuguru <333 MWAH! tell the mice i said hello :3

KAIROOOOO MY ANGEL MY BABY!!!!! never ever apologize, i knewwww you were gonna ask about these and i’m SO excited to ramble :33c

THE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS SEQUEL IS ENTIRELY FOR ARIKAIRO NATION BTWWWWW those two are our beloveds …… BUT YES THE HOZIER LYRICS. not that i’ve heard thaaat many hozier songs but :’3 that one is my favorite!!!!! and i thought those lyrics fit childhood friend!sugu so well …. because in this fic it’s his turn to be a little unsure and scared >:3 lots of jealousy and pining and being afraid that you’ll start dating some uni guy and forget all about him….. scared of ruining your friendship by confessing…….. but his heart won’t stop beating when you’re around and he doesn’t know how to control it :< hehehe….. they’re both so smitten and devoted, i can’t wait for you to read this one 🥹🥹 here’s a sneak peek for my baby of all time !!!!!!!

AND THEN THE BFB!KENNY FIC . another arikairo special ….. hehe i am SO excited for this one truly!!!!! i’m super super nervous too because it’s probably the fic i care most about 🥹 so i want it to be the best….. but the outline is hard…….. and i’m scared….. BUT I REALLY AM SO EXCITED bfb!kenny is our boyfriend always and forever . teasing little shit. AND OFCCC THE SIKEN QUOTE ‼️‼️ the whole fic (and especially the brothers’ dynamic) is super inspired by you are jeff :33 one of them wants to take you apart, the other wants to stitch you back together… hehe…

but yes … !!! this fic is . soooo dense when it comes to lore and dynamics and backstory and narrative .. 😭 it’s worse than merguru and that one is already kicking my ass so . yeah . it’ll take a while for me to finish but knowing you’ll be there to read it makes everything feel more worth it 🫂 I LOVE YOUUU!!!!

ANDDDD THEN FINALLY :3c tactician!kenny….. kit is actually the person who came up with this concept so it’s her brain you should be praising, this is genuinely …. theeee most genius concept ever and it has me in a chokehold :’))) IT’S SO TASTY . he is theee slimiest most manipulative tactician Of All Time and i adore him for it …………. this fic fits into one of my fav dynamics ever, which is just. kind, benevolent ruler and their slimy right hand man 💀 bonus points if they are wholly devoted to each other which is basically the case here …. kenjaku might be detached and might be using reader but they’re also ferociously territorial over them . kit mentioned how kenjaku would behead people for calling his king weak and that’s just SO ?????? TASTY??????? in AWE of her brain always and forever .

ahh and the hozier lyrics !!!!!! i wasn’t actually sure what to title this fic so i was looking through lyrics of songs i enjoy ….. and the ones from from eden are all very monarch!reader/tactician!kenny coded :3c but i like the one with the slithering the most because kenny is truly soooo snake coded in this .

BUT YES !!!!! wahhhh i ended up rambling a lot but i hope this was coherent, thank you for asking about them my angel 🥺 you’re always so sweet and enthusiastic and ily . SOOOOO excited to dig my teeth into all your wips too :3333 mwah !!!!!

ask me about my wips !! <33

[mc-critical]

I know I'm retreading old ground here, but I'll always love Süleiman and Gülfem's little scene in E15, because it reveals everything about both Gülfem herself and her relationship with Süleiman now and going forward. Gülfem's role as a conscience in general and for Süleiman in particular emerges, since when his relationships with his women are put to the test, she is the person he turns to as the first woman he's possibly hurt, as the one embodying that distant past everyone seeks to forget but can't as it always resurfaces all over again (and it's sad and telling that she's remembered only in occasions like these). Gülfem as Süleiman's conscience builds off of Hafsa's, Ibrahim's, Mustafa's and Hatice's isolated moments where they've been consciences for Süleiman yet in this scene it completely distinguishes itself as more of a deeper conscience, privy to Süleiman's inner world in ways we don't know but they themselves do, wholly embracing this moment that's just between them both. But the more her view of what she experienced unveils to us, the more this privyness and understanding Gülfem has for her closest springs forth as the coping mechanism she's developed in order to deal with her circumstances - she loves these people so much, so they're by no means at fault, she is, something has to be missing with her in order for it that devasting end to have come forth (her loss has sadly done a number on her self-worth too: how could someone as ""average"" as her advice Hatice on what to write to Ibrahim??; how could someone as ""average"" as her not be at fault??). She clearly isn't over it (shown by her resentment that occasionally crops up especially in her dynamic with Mahidevran, but also a bit by some of her looks during Mehmet's naming ceremony), but she has to accept it, to go with the flow, to cling to fate and the might of Allah as well (her urging Hatice for them to pray to Allah for Ibrahim in E14, also "When we lost our children* at a very young age, I accepted it as the will of Allah."; it's fascinating how close this brings her to both Hatice and Mahidevran: all three of them lean on fate like that, but Gülfem has experienced something so irreperably final and severe that every sign of something good happening, she'll openly and gladly take it, so is able to see the silver linings in Hatice's experiences that Hati herself can not; both Mahidevran and Gülfem lean on Allah, but unlike Mahi who expects and strives for justice for her suffering that's supposedly outside of Allah, Gülfi lets it go and associates the suffering itself too with Allah, if not with herself), focusing on what she already has, taking it with full hands.

And since that entails the people she supports, the last idea of family remaining to her as SS is so unreachable, and she can't bear to lose them too, the only thing left for her is to love them and idealize them but in different ways and amounts due to her different relationships with them, thus creating a sort of a hierarchy of fondness and idealization: going from Mahidevran (who I guess Gülfem is in good terms with not just due to her good relations with Hatice, but also because she's gotten too used to her as part of the family as well; as an ally, a main part of Gülfem processing everything, so when another person like Hürrem appears who's likely to challenge that status quo, that calm Gülfi has absorbed, she stands behind Mahi, shown in E08; btw, Hürrem too may have also become quite a part of that fondness and idealization line later on, but more about that when I get to S04), to Hafsa (the mother figure for whose will Gülfem's respect is usually absolute), to Hatice (the companion she's closest to, so she's able to give her a lot more empathy and understanding), to finally Süleiman, the last pillar of that hierarchy precisely because he's so unreachable and so dear she couldn't express it until this E15 scene and even then not fully. Even if, along with her understanding of them, she can and has called out others when she feels they're unjust namely due to her fondness of them, Süleiman is completely idealized in her mind, put on that pedestal of everything Gülfem yearns for in her life, of the peace he currently emanates but hasn't gotten from any of his women in return according to Gülfem (and it's interesting that Hürrem comes up promising a calmness to SS after she returns from her exile the same episode). But he won't emanate it much longer and the more her loved ones become disillusioned with him and are then stripped away from Gülfem by him, she starts to notice it in ways she can't deny.

So it's perfect that this scene, the first one that directly verbalizes how much loyalty means to SS especially in terms of his women and presents Gülfem as the first such loyal figure, sets her up as the last and perhaps most striking opposer of that idea. Her final act of defiance only appears sudden; it was always meant to happen like this.

[vamqyr3]

Hiya I hope you are well and I hope you enjoyed your new year. Feel free to ignore this if you aren’t taking requests but could you write something where freak gaz and freak ghost use a fem reader like a toy, free for use type of thing. The way you depict those two makes my brain rot 🖤

Thank you :)

↳ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY, KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK // BABYDOLL. ♪

CW// FREE USE, NO PLOT, CHOKING, RESTRAINED, SPIT, DRY HUMPING, ECT.

NOTES// dw. Daddies home. Yeah that’s right I’m back with a little something, by little I mean this is a very fast read. (my requests are always open btw, also probs one of the nicest things anon has ever said to me xx)

Pinky angry rings lined your throat, bubbling up around the remnants of his hand prints. Your chin jutted up at odd angles, lips bloated in agony. You sat in Gaz’s lap, thighs propped up under his knee. Not even your hands knew movement, he kept you in a bear hug of a hold, thick meaty biceps to keep your breaths short. With every twitch he would clamp down at your neck, squeeze you over and warn you still like prey. You lay blooming, wholly exposed to the Englishman opposite of you. Ghost wedged a divide in your fatty legs, left you cold and wet down the seams of Gaz’s blue jeans. His hot breath was loud in your ear, a chunky hand to push you even wider.

Ghost backed into you, humping into your crotch and sending you connecting with the seat of Gaz. They were lost in pleasure, pressing hard into your pillowed skin and constricting you still. Sweet glaze mixed with his bottom half, and with every nudge he’s sending you back deliciously into the dent in Gaz’s lap.

He empties his lungs, air ringing around a smile, sliding a finger between your fatty lips. There’s heat between the friction of their bodies, hints of honey hot syrup and decadent nudges. Simon raises his fingers, catching your mouth and haphazardly scraping your tongue. You cough up slobber, slicking down the rim of your mouth and stretching your sore throat. Your gums shivered between his thumb and index, his palm now choking your cheek and squeezing your lips wide. He spat.

“Swallow,”

You did, twitching as he smiled at it. Ribboned wetness stuck tactually to your hot gums as your cracked open another wide jaw. Laying flat an agitated tongue to prove validity, you had swallowed. Whatever slick had painted the bottoms of your lips he licked at, cooling steamy skin and cleaning house. His breath is heavy, fingers back to your bulging cunt to lamely swipe. It shocks your body, hips sending a jiggle to your shoulders. Ghost smacks at your tangy nub, angry commanding you still. Gaz is leaving healthy stains in your skin, licking down the sides of your jaw and pushing up into you. You watch as Ghost spoons cold slick over his cock, lazily slipping dribbles down to the sides of his feet.

He slaps at you again, a clicking noise following the connect of his cock head to your crotch. You know better than to react, lay flat and mimic that of an object. He’s mesmerized by the sparkle of it, lucid between meaty smacks and juicy skin.

Ghost adjusts to a sloppy rhythm, sloshing about your innards and scraping up the good bits. You could only assume what heaven Gaz was in, now steadily adjusting to nip at your chest. It rolls in his red palm, the thick of his bicep supporting what puffs over and spills out. He still won’t let you move, toys shouldn’t move. You writhe between his heavy touches. Gaz is greedy, a horny lost man feeling at your tiny body and twisting you for fun. The disgusting noises stop, Gaz shifts in odd discomfort. Ghost seems to be confused by it, angrily snapping your joints up to bend at your knees. His torso squeezes over yours, choking you down and refusing resilience.

there’s a tipping point slowly bubbling over, Ghost is lost babbling and bullying your curved gummy walls. It’s red hot, way too much, Gaz is humping into you, going dumb and pushing you deep back into Ghost. His gritty fingertips squeeze the ends of your sore nipple, churning it in his hand, moving with the sway of Ghosts hipbone.

They switch, Ghost finds leverage in the things behind your head, Gaz rings your plush thighs and play with his catch. He thinks in fractures, lost in throws of white hot and loaded fuzzed up noise. He can now pull your knees farther back ignore your agitated cracks, jut into you higher. His touch no longer holds the same weight as before. He chases his own high, uses whatever curve of you he needs, renders you useless aside from sex and heat. You wonder, would they swap? Would Gaz fuck the rest of Ghost back into you? Stare at him bubble out of you? Let it glaze his knuckles and smear it over you? Grossly miss your lips pushing it back into your quivering mouth?

He’s too much, too much to big, to fast, to hot. It’s hurts so good, he’s hard and thick. You can hear your pulse shoot from eat to ear, he’s fucks like he’s out for blood. You worry he’s fucked you to an orgasm, you worry he wouldn’t stop. It catches in your teeth, biting down and holding your breath still to cut whines. He finds it funny, glistening teeth crook a mean smile and he’s stuffing his face to your cracked lip, biting down soon after. They won’t stop, not till they’re both good and spent.

The only thing you see is white, it’s sensitive, vibrating from your ankles to your eyelids. The way he fucks, you know there’s salty brine darkening wet spots in Gaz. He’s chasing some glorious purpose, purring into your scalp to the opposite of Ghost. You’ll be good and done when it’s all over, sore and achy for more no less.

“Squeeze,”

He punctuates it with an angry hit to your skin, it ripples between his nails and he twists it between them. And you do, sucking him back Into you with a healthy, greedy, grip. Gaz could cum in his pants just from this, needy and slobbering, he just might. They tag team you. They send your body in opposing odd angles and mash into you with an unwavering brow. Gaz was the first to go, surely ruining his good work jeans and crushing it all into you. He’s oh so numb, he’s shaky and sweaty to the touch. Baked plum under the sex and heat of Ghosts ever apparent rut. Ghost must have followed soon after, spent a load down your stomach and left creamy tangy strings down your thighs. He goes hiccuping grunts as he does it. Sees streaky light in his eye sockets and pulls you ever closer, chasing impossible heights inside of you. Gaz plays with your sides, clicking your legs together and watching it fall in strands down over your full abdomen.

And you were right, you were good and spent.