#you can rb if you want tho

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[persicipen-archive]

so… i think of moving blogs (you dummy, you had this one for barely four months) because i feel bad about not being able to use this url to like posts, send asks, or follow people. but i won’t delete this one! no worries! ✨ i think i’ll treat it as an archive — to reblog only my future works without the casual yapping 🌸

[chronostutter]

“do you guys think king minos and king sisyphus fucked” is there gay sex in the gay sex game. get real

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

I really liked this last year so deco my tree !!!

[imreszekeres]

Ive encountered a lot of fat men (especially the cis ones but thats just what Ive come across, doesnt mean its factual lol just makes me curious!) who are like “oh except for me/my body type/weight etc” or joke in that direction abt themselves when I say I prefer and like fat dudes.

Like no, especially you sir. I am one iota away from tearing your clothes off with just my teeth in an alarmingly fast fashion like the noble Piranha Fish

[oneshot-wme-archival]

Additional Oneshot resources and/or copies of WME exclusive features:

High-resolution friend profiles (textless) have been posted on Reddit

Wallpapers have been posted on Imgur

In addition to community-made Steam guides, a guide for all achievements is documented on TrueAchievements

All Oneshot dialogue has been documented by Github user hunternet93 (found here)

The Oneshot Archive contains various miscellaneous resources including conversations with characters, metagame resources, and in-game notes.

A TCRF (The Cutting Room Floor) Wiki

[bellz4brainz]

love the fact that most of the rbb fandom seems to not be on here, meaning i can openly admit i am unironically such a loserboy over jp LMAOOOOO

[unwelcome-tagalong]

alright buds, i wanna hear about your halloween plans!! what are we wearing, what are we watching, where we going and with whom??? lay it on me 💖

[kajukatliontop]

rb this with your favorite bollywood song(s)

[harfblarf]

extremely niche au concept: Stanley is a Lets Game It Out-style gametester/video maker and The Narrator is a member of an indie dev team and/or churns out lots of little indie games on his own and DESPISES Stanley to an unreasonable extent

(Everyone else Narrator has ever worked with or talked to thinks Stanley is just a funny little guy who pushes the limits of games but Narrator is horrifically offended because Stanley "deliberately and maliciously goes against the design direction of every game he touches")

[rubyreduji]

Do u have any sexy ready recs my good sir ✍️📝

oh my god YES there's this really amazing writer i've been getting into lately, but he's kinda underground so you might not of heard of him its @rubyreduji and if you just go through his masterlist im sure you'll find tons of great fics

hope this helps 🥰

[reneesbooks]

snippet saturday

still not a thing but this is my blog and i make the rules and i'm THINKING about birdie and fabin. i swear i'll get back to jack and arthur in a second just let me scream about birdie and fabin for a minute

Emilia tucks her wings against her back, settling in the grass next to Birdie. “When do you think we’ll have to return to Morbhard?”

Birdie stares out over the fields, her pulse quickening. Emilia senses that she’s asked a question that Birdie doesn’t want to answer. Birdie lets out a long breath. “I’m not sure.”

A lie, but Emilia doesn’t question it.

Birdie glances at the sky. “The sun will go down soon. I should make preparations. It’s the full silver moon tonight.”

Emilia shrinks into her human form and sets her hand on Birdie’s shoulder. “I can make the tea if you’d like.”

Birdie smiles. “Thank you. That would be nice.”

Emilia returns to the cottage and puts the kettle on the fire, digging her toe into the floor as she mixes the herbs. As much as she trusts them, as much as they’ve all grown closer over the weeks and months at the cottage, Birdie is still hiding things.

The kettle finally starts to whistle and Emilia pours a cup of tea. She heads back out to the garden. Birdie is standing next to Fabin, clearly just arrived from the forest, smiling up at him as he complains that the deer are getting better at hiding. Her laughter dies abruptly as the silver moon’s light hits her, her preparations forgotten in the grass a few steps away.

Fabin backs away as Birdie’s silver light explodes outward, a pulse of magic flattening the grass in a circle around her. Her tripled voice shrieks, her hair lifting off her shoulders. The entire whites of her eyes burn silver.

Blood starts to run from her nose. Fabin shrinks and tries to step closer, shouting her name. Emilia grabs a washcloth and grips it tightly behind her back, the fabric straining as she twists it nervously.

Birdie’s eyes begin to bleed as well, silver light pulsing from her. Fabin grits his teeth and takes three more shaking steps through the waves to reach Birdie. He grabs her shoulders and Emilia hears him shout her name.

Blood is streaming from her eyes and ears now, the third recitation barely begun. Fabin winces as silver magic lashes out at him, cuts opening on his cheeks. He keeps hold of Birdie, shaking her shoulders, trying to wake her up.

The silver light fades and Birdie’s eyes roll back. She collapses and Fabin catches her, lowering her slowly to the grass.

“Shit.” Jack and Arthur freeze in the doorway of the cottage. “Is she okay?”

“Does she fucking look okay?” Fabin growls, glaring at them. He snatches Birdie’s handkerchief from where she’d left it in the grass and starts to gently wipe the blood from her face. Emilia picks up the cup of tea again and moves cautiously. Birdie’s eyelids are fluttering, though she is limp in Fabin’s arms.

“The tea for her throat,” Emilia says quietly, when Fabin looks up at her with another growl. “I’ll look at those cuts.”

“I’m fine.” He holds the teacup to Birdie’s lips and Emilia flinches at the audibly painful gulps. “Birdie, can you hear me?”

Her silver eyes flick up to his face before fluttering closed again. She tucks her face into his chest.

Fabin leans down to murmur something to her that Emilia doesn’t hear. He presses his cheek to the side of Birdie’s head and Emilia stifles a gasp, averting her eyes.

Fabin stands with Birdie in his arms. “She needs to rest,” he says, not looking at any of them. He winces as he adjust his hold on her and Emilia wonders what other damage Birdie’s backlash did.

He says nothing else as he carries her into the house. Emilia bites her lip as Jack and Arthur turn to her with wide eyes. “I’ll make some more tea.”

[mars-ipan]

hey all

[lycankeyy]

He's like the dictionary definition of a sopping wet beast

[neriyon]

*crawls back here* Hewwo I'm alive - I got busy halfway thru miqo march and kinda forgot to download any stray screens I took during last month and a half.

I'll try to remember to post them later, for now I'm doing my civic duty as a eu citizen: staying up till ass o'clock watching Eurovision, cheering for the most extra(tm) shows and laughing at memes