#wow this is one hell of a first post

[toastsrambles]

ok this conversation but more specifically this panel always fucks me up. because.

william here says that he wants just louis to enter his new world. just louis. emphasis on just.

all the people william lists? after the final problem are either ‘dead’ or lost (to louis, anyway). and this here is confirming that william doesn’t intend for louis to die during the final problem, despite that being the whole plan.

from here, louis could piece it together- i.e. that william intends to die alone during the final problem (or at least, that louis isn’t gonna die- william’s omission of albert implies that he thinks albert is dirty and tainted too, which is also buckwild to me). and maybe he does- after all, he directly tells william later in this conversation that he doesn’t see the point of a perfect world without william. basically saying live for me, please.

but like. there’s more.

it always seemed to me that william was putting louis up on a pedestal. to be the innocent one, kept clean from his own tainted hands. and louis isn’t stupid- he almost certainly knew this. and now to have it outright stated that he was supposed to be different and special.

and what’s heartbreaking is that william doesn’t seem to be aware of the pressure he’s putting on louis. the same pressure he’s buckling under, he’s putting on louis. louis doesn’t show it - he seems to be stronger (or at least more stable), mentally speaking, than his brothers - but still.

imagine it. knowing you’re the survivor before the tragedy even happens. you’re a symbol of purity and innocence to your symbol of hope. you’re both the saved and the savior. he tells you to lean on him but he was leaning on you first and if you lose your balance, than he’s falling too.

he tells you he’s gifting you a perfect world, but you would live in this rotting house forever so long as he was with you.

[lilybug-02]

Wow. That could not have turned out worse.

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--Full Series--

This comic will be on Holiday Hiatus this December and January! While on a cliffhanger? What a scam! >:/

[capricioussuns]

[cerealmonster15]

[vibrating a little too fast] Do You Understand My Vision Yet

[pangyham]

been thinking about the liyue gang and how id draw their physical builds so here are some thoughts i had for xy cy and gm in particular

- xingqiu, unsurprisingly, would be quite lanky. i like to think he has broad-ish shoulders, like a thin athlete's build? hes a long boy to me haha, long face, neck, limbs, fingers etc, so naturally hes stands (comparatively) tall at 5'6" or 5'7"

i like to think hes most physically attractive one and has that handsome princely and boyish charm to him because it adds a lot to his fuckass duality LOL

- chongyun is a lot like xiao imo! short stature but with muscular arms. he seems nimble and flexible because of his normal attack animations (which bears a lot of similarities to xiao's actually! this + the fact that chongyun's normal attacks create gusts of wind further reinforces my hc that xiao trains him). sometimes i watch high energy choreography vids on youtube and some dancers look incredibly light on their feet, almost like their body is inherently bouncy? and i imagine chongyun to have that agility to him. chongyun has a delicate face and aura and i let that bleed into my hcs for his fighting style and physical capabilities hahaha. hes kind of like a cat who's deceptively strong. as for height.. just a few inches taller than xiao, so perceptibly short at 5'4"

- ga ming my new beloved. pretty much similar to chongyun but more muscular and stronger just because he wields his claymore with ease. theres a noticeable weight different between cy and his claymore the way he lugs it up after he swings (or even other claymore users like razor who, on his last hit, bounces from impact). meanwhile ga ming literally slams his to the ground LOL. i love his movements though hes very swift and expressive and radiant.. if cy has delicate movements then ga ming's is fierce and (charmingly!) assertive

ga ming is wonderfully charismatic though, i know hes not well known in liyue harbor yet, but he seems like the type to gain a reputation from his friendliness. how could no one adore him hahaha. 5'5" for height! just between xy and xq

[shitty-davesprite-daily]

this is really stretching the 'shitty' in the blog title but fuck it the 'daily' is already a lie

keychain design :thumbsup:

[mildfevermystery]

Chika SSR #1197 and SR #2242 [Transparent, Edited/Extended] ※ Credit is appreciated but not required.

[seventh-district]

so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

[reploidbuddy]

I don’t know if I'll ever get to write the rest of the story (big plan on my wall chilling there for a year+ if not two+ that I never managed to finish lmao) I thought I’d post the little I got for a first chapter of a Silver-centric Forces AU I had.

It's been sitting here for months it's almost sad, let's get it out here as a treat

***

A rough, cold, metal hand jolted Silver back awake.

“You’re starting to get on my nerves, boy.”

Silver glared down at the table, his loosely closed hands catching in the blurry edges of his vision. He put every inch of his concentration into keeping his psychokinesis inactive. If he showed even a spark of it, or a trace of a light under his painted hands, he’d never get out of here. If he would ever anyway.

They had kept him down on his chair awake repeating the same questions over and over for way too long, and his lack of sleep frankly made words take more energy than he was willing to put in.

And that static that had taken over his mind the second they had carried him into the Tower… this place was full of Phantom Ruby copies, wasn’t it?

Frankly, he couldn’t remember anything out of this room. He knew they had broken down his front door, he knew they had dragged him inside, he knew they had brought him in here… but how long it had taken or how anything beyond this room had looked like, he couldn’t recall. He’d forget why they brought him here if they kept him long enough.

“Don’t make me ask you another time.”

“I already told you,” he growled. “The Infinite showed up, and she vanished.”

Silver had never thought of it twice whenever his mother vanished. Some days, he’d wake up and she’d be nowhere in sight, or she’d go out mid-afternoon only for him to find her asleep in the morning. Never at the same time, never the same length, sometimes accompanied, sometimes waiting for another, sometimes alone. It only ever took one glance from the mink, one second of that soft look in her eyes, and Silver knew she’d soon be gone for a while.

But he had always known better than to ask where she went, and she had known better than to tell him.

He hadn’t thought of it any more when The Infinite had showed up, assuming she’d use the confusion to leave, as she had before…

Until it had been five full days of absence and his door got broken down as he prepared for bed.

The hard hand gripped his head quills, forcing his gaze up toward the harsh lamp and the red mask glaring him down.

“Where was she going?” hissed the rabbit, mask almost making him look covered in blood.

“No one knows where anyone goes when The Infinite comes…” grumbled Silver.

“It wasn’t about The Infinite and I think you know it.”

“Even if it was the case, I don’t know where she went.”

The rabbit slammed the hedgehog’s head down on the table. “Where was she going?”

Silver took a deep breath to keep his hands dull, faking to swallow with difficulty. “I don’t know.”

The rabbit’s voice grew again, making Silver’s fuzzy mind ache. “Where was she going?”

“I don’t know!”

The rabbit practically threw Silver’s head down, turning to his colleague in the corner, arms crossed. “Let’s get the bucket.”

In forty-eight hours, his answer hadn’t changed. As his front door was kicked open and three pairs of armored hands grabbed onto him to ask about her whereabouts, his answer had been clear.

I don’t know.

As they dragged him to the tower, flashed a light in his eyes, and asked of her whereabouts over and over, his answer had remained the same.

I don’t know.

And as they grabbed him by the quills, dragged him off of his chair and shoved his head down in a bucket filled with water over and over, he yelled the same three words.

I.

Don’t.

Know.

The cross-armed rabbit didn’t move from his spot as Silver was thrown down coughing. “This is useless, he doesn’t know.”

“Then what are we doing with him?”

A pause, and both rabbits brought their hands to their heads, fingers brushing the red mask.

The one standing above Silver let out a huff, and firmly grabbed Silver by the back of his chest fur, the sudden yank pulling a hiss out of him. He stomped out of the room, dragging Silver along in the darkness.

What had happened? How had these two even gotten their answer?

The static in his head grew too strong for him to wonder any further, closing his eyes at the dizziness taking over him and shutting out any other noise.

Eventually, two doors boomed open, and his face met the hard, dry ground. He sat up with a groan, looking back at the Tower’s closed doors.

He simply sat there for a while, staring at the still doors and wiping his nose, reddening his hand. He wanted to get up, but his legs had grown numb, and it was like he had forgotten how to move them.

The sky darkened, and several cold drops fell on his quills.

He should at least walk under the roofs.

He stumbled up, trailing his feet to the first street. He kept going, passing by the provider points, though his eyes remained glued to the ground. He walked and walked, wandered around the city for a while, letting the rain run over him until the silliness of the scene sank in. No one went out on walks when it rained, especially in this part of town; the roofs out here leaked on the outside; the parts that didn’t sit on top of the interior were never worth repairing.

…Wait. Why had he gone on a walk if it rained? Had the rain started midway? When did it start?

His mind felt light, as if he had suddenly rid himself of an annoying itch that had made him want to scratch his brain directly, an itch so bad that not feeling it made everything odd and empty.

He stopped as a speck of white appeared at the corner of a wall. He looked up, meeting with wide crimson eyes. Lithium.

“...Silver?”

He silently looked back at her, legs and jaw stuck in place, as if trying to collapse, yet unable to.

…Why was he under the rain again?

The white rat jogged the few steps separating them and brought him in a tight hug.

“We found your place ransacked, we thought they had gotten you!” Despite the surprise in her voice, she kept her words quiet, almost whispers. “Where were you? What happened to your face?”

Where he had been… where had he been? It seemed like he had walked in the rain for days if not forever. And what was wrong with his face…?

“I… can’t remember.”

Lithium pulled away, looking into his eyes for a moment. Her image blurred as his eyes unfocused on their own. He blinked it away. Wherever he had been, he hadn’t slept much.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” she said.

“My bed.” Or was it his? “And making myself dinner.”

Lithium frowned, that serious frown when her mind turned into a corkboard full of pictures and red threads. It must have been a while since that had happened, right?

“How long has it been since you found my place ransacked?” said Silver.

“Three days.” She patted his shoulder, slightly pulling. “Come on, let’s get you to my place, Pops will be relieved to see you.”

[blujayonthewing]

hovering around my beloved husband anxiously trying to find the balance between 'I don't want to pressure you at all, let alone to do something that you might not want to do that also frankly might even be a waste of your time' and 'but everyone else who's ever mentioned this thing at all looooves it sooOOOooo much and I KNOW you'll have similar opinions to mine and if you also go here I'll finally have someone else to talk to about My Problems With It'

[devotedlystrangewizard]

anyway hell when the dark urge breaks in for the third fucking time except this time the one person who can keep them from going on a rampage isnt with them

[widevibratobitch]

i hate them with a passion

[lipstickontheglass1985]

wheres that post thats like "the embarassing thing abt getting obsessed with a fictional character is that you start relating the most mundane things to them like ill eat vegetables and go 'i bet spock eats vegetables'". anyway. had to tuck a kitchen towel into my collar today to avoid getting any of my food (very oily) on my shirt. and my first thought rather than something normal like "i must look like a 5 year old child" was "i literally look like garak deep space nine"

[pepperpixel]

One of my friends liked the post and I perked up like a dog w there human coming home but they aren’t rESPONDING TO MEEEEE…… I want attention….. I want to be annoying…. Drunk me is annoying just wants friends… just wants to have fun chats…. Where r my friends… I don’t wanna go home and have chats w my boring relatives wanna chats w my FRIENDS!!!!! Want to catch up.. ask how ur horses and chickens r doing… last time we talked w our voices the very next day my house burnt down that was SO LONG AGO… tell me about ur life I wanna listennnnn… blease….

[vaugarde]

not to complain abt a thing every pokemon fan and their mom has complained about but man i just realized another reason why not putting the battle frontier in oras was a failure of a decision- because the next game, sumo, and its postgame kinda hinges on you already knowing who anabel is, and i think a good chunk of the fandom either didnt know or didnt recognize her at all because the last time she appeared was in the deep postgame a game that had come out nearly a decade before. so having the battle frontier, or at least the frontier brains, in oras would have reminded the audience and told new fans who anabel was and given us a reason to care about her

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was working at the sex shop I was pulling poverty wages. I loved my job but I was on food stamps and still barely getting by. When they hired the stores first male employee and he started at my pay rate after I’d been there for three years I quit.

I was initially really nervous when I saw the post for the mattress job. It listed a pay scale that I couldn’t even conceptualize and I appeared qualified. When I got an interview I was over the moon but also petrified. Reactions to my line of work often varied but most people were very embarrassed or skeptical. I worried about how I’d address it in the actual interview.

I lived far to the north of their headquarters and drove almost two hours to get there. When I finally arrived it was in the nicest thrift store clothes I could find, but I shrank inside to see a room full of older white men in nice suits waiting to be interviewed for the same job.

Why did I bother? I was decades younger than anyone else in the room, shabbily dressed, and I suspected I was the only afab person in the entire building. I stewed in my insecurities until I was called in.

The second I met my interviewer I was instantly put at ease. The man had the energy of a therapy dog, he was abound with positive, good natured energy. He was also incredibly beautiful. I grinned back at his welcoming smile as we said our pleasantries. But still. This very beautiful polished man seemed very innocent. How would the sex shop question go?

“I see here you worked at STORE?”

“Yes,” I said hesitantly.

“And that was sales? Or you just rang people up.”

“No, it was sales. I’d help people find products, we were encouraged to upsell, there was sales spiffs, and most importantly we educated customers on products to help them find what they liked best.”

He grinned approvingly and asked, “Can you give me an example of a time you successfully upsold a customer?”

I paused, wringing my hands before I asked, “How vague would you like me to be…?”

“Not at all!” He assured me. “Go for it!”

“Well. A man came in looking for something to make his fingers vibrate so when he was touching his wife it would enhance that sensation. We had cheap $10 cockrings that I showed him first. But we had a rechargeable waterproof one made of nicer material, and after I showed him a demo he bought that one.”

“How much was that one?”

“$110”

“Wow! You had an upsell of 100% from what he came in looking for! That’s incredible!”

He was so truly genuinely stoked and not at all embarrassed that for the first time I saw a tiny glimmer of a future where I didn’t have ramen and peanut butter tiding me over between paychecks.

He asked me to wait then came back to tell me he liked me so much that he wanted to send me right into another interview, if that was okay. He didn’t want me to have to drive back later, it was terribly considerate and exciting. I beamed and told him it would be lovely.

I then had the second worst interview I’ve ever had. The worst goes to the time I applied to be a store manager for a pet food place years later. The district and store manager interviewing me passed notes and texted while I was speaking. When the district manager called to inform me I didn’t get the job I told him I’d never have accepted anyway because I’d never had such a disrespectful interview.

The new man sitting behind the desk radiated an aura of a brick wall. As someone with anxiety I’m highly keyed into the emotional states of people I’m talking to. To receive no feedback at all was my personal hell. After a perfunctory greeting he asked me with no inflection to sell him a pen.

I gathered the shreds of my courage and attempted the Herculean task he’d set me. Through my whole improvised spiel he resisted all attempts at engaging him, regarding me with a cold apathy as I touted the benefits of my fictitious pen.

Halfway through I broke into a cold sweat. My smile didn’t waver but it grew strained as I projected friendliness and warmth into the black hole of his heart. My thoughts scattered and my sales pitch grew redundant in the face of his nothingness. I finally concluded with a hard close and he simply nodded.

He glanced at my resume and commented, “You didn’t ask me to touch or hold it. Though I suppose I can understand from your previous line of work why you wouldn’t.” I shriveled and died inside knowing that I encouraged people to touch dildos all day long and had been too frazzled to offer him the pen.

He bid me a cool farewell. I made it to my car before I started sobbing. I had never been so rattled. I couldn’t understand what I’d done to make him so unfriendly or if my threadbare clothes were what had made him treat me like dirt. I drove an hour and a half to get home, weeping intermittently.

I was therefore taken by complete surprise to receive a call the next day inviting me on board for their five week training program. The first man who’d interviewed me gushed on the phone about how the second guy had loved me and that I was going to be fantastic.

I was in shock. When I showed up to training the second interviewer was charming my new classmates, beaming and laughing. He was an utterly different person. To my dismay I learned he was the trainer for my district and would be my point of contact if I made it through training.

He joked with me later that his interview facade was just a tactic to see how people held up under pressure and I filed him into a category of my deepest enmity. I never forgave him for how small he made me feel that day, but I never showed him the depths of my fury.

I aced every test and went on to be valedictorian of the eight people who had survived the rigorous training process to earn a sales position. When I got my first paycheck I bought myself new clothes, the first non-thrifted things I’d owned in years.