#xoxoxo anon

[starlightkun]

mel!!! have saur much fun seeing a.c.e tmr!!! 🤩 i wanted to see them this tour but i couldn't get tickets unfort 😔 so i will live vicariously thru you 😌 🤍

xoxoxo

tyyyy!!!!! im so excited to see my favorite boys again 😁😁😁😁😁😁 hate to hear u couldn't get tix this go around </3 i didn't post any pictures from my txt concert but maybe i'll post some from this one (and take better ones than i did at txt lol)

[cwbuggo]

CAPTAIN SPACEBRO — The younger brother of DR. BOSSMAN and energetic captain of the SPACE PIRATES on OTHERWORLD. Commands the planets of the solar system, but the heart of no one…

—OMORI

[decarbry]

a frequent visitor

[sexynetra]

11. “I’m not fine. I know I said I was but I’m not.” for sashnetra

Idk what this is I finished it tonight as part of my goal to publish something every month 😂 it’s not really hurt/comfort, it’s not really angst, but some secret third thing. I hope you enjoy regardless!

Read on Ao3

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Sasha looked across the table at her girlfriend. Anetra was pushing the food around her plate wordlessly, eyes glued to the table. It wasn’t like her, and Sasha was worried.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay?” Sasha asked for what was probably the fiftieth time that night.

“Yes, and stop asking.” Anetra said curtly, spearing her fork into a steamed carrot with far more force than necessary.

Sasha sighed, pressing her fingers into her temples and counting to 5 in her head. It wouldn’t do anyone any good for her to snap at Anetra right now, but she was at her wits end trying to get her to open up.

“Sweethea—“

“I’m fine, Sasha. Stop patronizing me,” Anetra interjected, finally tearing her gaze away from her uneaten plate of food to glare at Sasha.

It caught Sasha off guard, and she felt her palms go slightly clammy. All she wanted to do was help, but somehow she’d made an even bigger mess of this. Still, she couldn’t just drop the subject. In the six months they had been together, Sasha had never once seen Anetra like this.

Anetra seemed to notice the minute change in Sasha’s demeanor. That or the weight of whatever was happening became too much.

It looked like Anetra deflated. Her shoulders sagged and her irate expression melted off to something hollow and haunted. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get upset,” she mumbled. Sasha’s heart broke a little. Carefully, she extended her hand, supine. After a moment’s hesitation, Anetra reached out, entwining their fingers and squeezing gently.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sasha started carefully, rubbing her thumb along the back of Anetra’s hand. Anetra swallowed thickly and Sasha watched, gauging whether or not she was about to try.

“You didn’t– It’s nothing–” She cut herself off to stare at the ceiling in a move Sasha knew all too well. She was trying to keep tears at bay. “I just… I’m not fine. I know I said I was, but I'm not,” she said finally, blinking hard before meeting Sasha’s eyes again. Sasha’s heart broke again.

“Oh, my baby. Come here – dinner can wait,” she said softly, squeezing Anetra’s hand.

Anetra bit her lip harshly, hard enough to leave an imprint. “Can we go to the couch?”

“Of course we can.” Sasha stood up, keeping her grasp firm enough to hopefully be grounding.

They walked, hand-in hand, across the threshold into the living room. Sasha sat down first, pulling Anetra down so she was on her lap, arms snaking around her waist. “Is this okay?”

Anetra just nodded, burrowing into Sasha’s frame. It seemed, from the outside at least, that she was trying to make herself smaller. Sasha’s grip tightened minutely. “Do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to.”

Anetra shifted, nuzzling her face into Sasha’s shoulder before speaking. “I ran into Marcia.” Her voice was muffled, talking directly into the soft wool of Sasha’s cardigan. “At the store.”

Sasha swallowed a lump, trying to keep her own emotions in check. Anetra needed her to be strong right now. “Oh love, I’m sorry, that must have been jarring. Did she say anything to you?”

Anetra shook her head and Sasha could have sworn she heard a tiny sniffle. “She acted like she didn’t even know me… We were together for five fucking years and she acted like I was a total stranger,” Anetra’s voice broke and Sasha held her close, rubbing circles onto her back.

“I’m so sorry…” Sasha felt helpless. She didn’t know what to say, how to comfort Anetra. How could she possibly condense 5 years worth of relationship trauma into a genuine comfort? It felt like an impossible task. Useless platitudes sat on the tip of her tongue. “You deserve better than that,” she tried finally.

Anetra pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “Yeah. I do. I’m gonna go take a bath.” She carefully unwound herself from Sasha’s grip, standing up and heading towards the hall before Sasha could think of anything to say. Anetra paused at the entrance to the hallway, looking back at Sasha. “I love you,” she said quietly.

“I love you too,” Sasha replied. Anetra gave her a tiny smile before disappearing into the bathroom. Sasha leaned back, groaning and rubbing her face. I love you just wasn’t enough. She needed to come up with a plan to cheer Anetra up, and fast.

[heywardsdoll]

I LOVE U. U ARE A GODSEND FOR POPE LOVERS

stop i'm blushing so hard 😩💗

[twiilite]

Curse that anon who said you eat rocks! I do not want you to feel left out soooooo SMOOCHES 💋

Ah.

There it is: the love and attention he deserves after 500 years of Suffering.™️

You have earned yourself a most courteous bow in thanks from this former Knight Captain, dear anon.

[forbelobog]

Captain Gepard, your father wants you recalled from your post immediately. He said… he said to tell you there was an accident last night. In the Snow Plains. Some sort of avalanche from melting ice drift fell and… your sister, Lynx… she…

She’s in Belobog General Hospital, but he’s not sure how much longer she can hold on… I’m so sorry, Captain.

over the years being belobog's shield, it's bastion for hope and safety, gepard landau has developed a habit of compartmentalizing - pain, emotions, anything he felt he struggled to handle in the moment, his mind would try to fit it into a neat little shape, and store it away. sometimes, if he were lucky, he would take that shape at a later date and process it like he should, but sometimes not. sometimes, he would quite literally leave his mind. find somewhere else to be, mentally. a fog, he could be 'gone' for hours at a time. it wasn't a healthy habit, he never claimed it to be. but it made withstanding injuries and heartbreak easier to wade through. when he is first approached by one of his officers, gepard expects bad news. he's seen the look on the guard's face before, the look in his eyes.��

something has happened. captain steels himself for the worst.

the mention of his father of all people draws more concern from captain's usually stoic features, a brows raising as he goes on to explain...sister. his sister. there is a sudden, rotten second where gepard almost hopes serval's name is uttered first - not that he wished harm to come to her, never in a thousand amber ages. but lynx? lynx was precious to them both. he knows serval would wish it were her instead, too. but it isn't serval. it's lynxie, their baby sister. if his father made a point to call for him, it could only mean bad things. an avalanche...her body crushed under ice and sleet and rock and-

 the guard in front of him might as well have been a figment of his imagination, for as much as gepard pays him mind after the initial message is delivered. his pupils shrink, his chest clenches tight with despair's cold hands, so sudden it takes the wind from him. he can't breathe. no amount of training could prepare him for the sudden, drastic drop in his stomach, the dread like ice in his veins. rarely does cinema or dramas portray true tunnel vision accurately, though he experiences it now; gepard feels as though he's sucked out of his body, down, down through a narrow chasm where light cannot penetrate. sound dulls, fades, until it springs back in a tinnitus-like ring in his eardrums. like he's an observer, a sickly out-of-body experience that leaves him feeling a helplessness he hasn't since he were a child.

he can't breathe.

captain? the guard says. gepard only has enough power to manage words, a hand out to push the guard aside, "i have to go," to lynx, to fix it, to save her, he has to go. he has to go anywhere but here. he has to go now. 

it takes all his training, his control, his will to not stumble away like a fool, hands trembling as they fumble for his beacon in his pocket. there are several texts, gepard finds he can't read a single one. his eyes won't focus. his fingers won't respond to what he wants them to do, trying desperately to call serval, tell her what's happening, ask her if she knew. but he barely gets his thumb to punch in an 's' on the keyboard before he gives up on the idea entirely, and sprints back for town.

somehow, belobog comes in to view. gepard realizing only then, with the concerned stares and mumbles of citizens he must look a sight. pale, sweaty, eyes blown wide as dinner plates. he's had a panic attack the entire trek back - still having one in fact - and his breaths are short and shallow. he manages to stumble his way into fort qlipoth, where he's greeted almost immediately by guards on staff. they must have been expecting him. he can't focus. none of their voices even sound human - are they even saying words? 

"i have to go," he repeats, shoving them aside to head to the medical wing. muscle memory at this point, is he even going the right way? his vision starts to blotch, he still can't breathe. it feels like he can't get enough air in his lungs, his body doesn't work right-

a hand slides in to his, gepard's terrified gaze shifting to the person now beside him. serval. it's serval. she takes one look at her brother before ushering them to a side office, and closing the door behind her. safe from prying eyes and judgement, gepard lets his barely-there grip of his control come loose. he collapses to the floor in a heap, and screams.

[novakiart]

'Arachnid meets Mercenary (and is happier for it)' by landunderwave (https://archiveofourown.org/works/18242423), 'Liminal spaces' series by brawlite, 'Collateral Damage' by JezabelGoldstone (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23597530), everything written by X_Gon_Give_It and SleepsWithCoyotes (their thriller one shot 'Gateway' got a special place in my heart), and 'Off the record' by crookedswingset are some of my favourites!

I am adjusting my glasses and taking notes on my little notepad

[posallys]

so do you love the show or hate it, just pick a fucking side. you're the single most annoying blogger on this fucking website. kill yourself.

[cohendyke]

I kinda wish someone would draw Cam with some First Nation tattoos...

I WISH SOMEONE WOULD DRAW CAM AT ALL WTF!!!!!!!

no but this for real.. this would go so crazy hard.. also side note i really like how she is this butch woman but she has long hair considering the spirituality and sacredness of hair to first nations cultures... lily gladstone being indigenous themself has long hair anyway this was just something that occurred to me in episode 3!

[starlightkun]

omg ur seats for a.c.e were soooo good 🤭 i'm glad u had a good time!! i want to be a phones away at concerts person but then a song i love comes on and i HAVE to record it 😭😭😭 i'm sry to hear the vibes were off,, that literally sucks 😔 like u came to a concert?? to listen to good music?? and ur not gonna jump around and dance and have the time of ur life?? bffr 🤠 n e ways love u mel and we r the same concert goers 😌🤌🏻

xoxoxo anon

to me it's not like a big moral thing abt keeping my phone away at concerts like i get why ppl have them out and want to record it (and i am not better than them), but i never look at my old concert videos that i do have, and would much rather experience the concert while im there fully than just watching it through my own phone screen while the concert is happening ten feet in front of me and constantly stressing abt if im getting a good video or not. and unless im barricade, there's always gonna be somebody closer who is taking a better video than i could and is gonna post it somewhere ykno?

one of the best parts of going to a concert by yourself (as i do) imo, is that you're never gonna see the ppl around you ever again, so you can do whatever u want!! have fun, jump around, dance silly, sing bad, scream a little too much when your bias looks in your direction, whatever!!! idk it's so crazy to me when ppl go to a concert and r just 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ standing there

[screampied]

WHAAAT new theme is too much. i love it.

-🫀 anon

THANK YOU PUMPKIN 🤍

[mizzmellos]

You are not a good person but you already know that.

I hope someone pours ac!d on your face since thats how you draw Mello

YAAAAAAAAY ANON HOW DID YOU KNOW THIS IS WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED???? 🥺 either that or a hot pan full of oil, which do you think would look better? 🤔🥰

[littlelovelyspiderling]

AHHHHHHHH omg 🥰😍❤️ love love loved your latest chapter update. I could read them flirting and being blushy dorks all day long i stg. Ugh and the ending had my heart doing a somersault, can’t do that to us girlllll. These boys are so deep and sad and i just want to hug themm and tell them its gonna be okay😭😭😭

Also cant waait for the big tckle scene… johnny gonna wreck shit up i can tell, with his big mits.

Thank you for blessing our feeds 📖🥰🔥🐦‍🔥🩷

🥰 thanks time a zillion, i could write them being blushy dorks all day long (obviously)

johnny takes flustering peter very seriously ☝🏻so yall know it’ll be good heehee

to everyone whose written me a kind comment / message like this here’s a massive virtual hug 🤗

[husband]

ain’t it your bday! Happy birthday

Yeah!! Thank you <33

[grasslandgirl]

I do not care, it is just v validating that someone else is thinking about them <3 I love malina but I loved Nikolai’s dynamic with them both so much as well and it feels so rare that someone else is interested in them as an ot3 rather than just kicking out mal and bashing him. So Ty Ty even if it never gets posted <3

honestly shout out to my dear casey @aberfaeth for planting the seed inside my head before i even sat down and watched s2 bc now i cannot stop thinking about them and im having a lot of fun about it !!!! like. pretty gay to give another man ur compass (read: symbolic heart) and your nickname/pseudonym, nikolai !!! just saying <3 anyway yeah i am always pro ot3 <3 they all have two hands etc etc just communicate and kiss and be poly about it #problemsolved