#and dont even get me started on the rest of them

[mi-co-uk]

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

- this is not my au!! if anyone knows who made it originally please let me know so I can properly credit !!

ONESHOT - nerd reader approaches dealer chris in need of pills

WARNINGS: intoxication, alcohol, drugs, mentions of bruises, blood and fighting, implied abuse and unalive attempt.

wc: 1.2k

// NAVIGATION //

she walked as if her feet were heavy, gripping the side of her arm as if it would drop off. She didnt belong there. Not an ounce of confidence, unsure of even her own eye movements. Chris’ eyes met hers occasionally, they were hard for her to miss when they wouldnt leave her the whole night. 

He couldnt rationalise it. He felt an overwhelming urge to look out for her, watching her clueless wandering between rooms like a lost dog. She drank a little to calm her nerves. Stood next to groups of people monitoring and getting herself stuck inside her own head rather than including herself in the conversation. 

The glances were no longer passing ones, she held onto the eye contact, eventually stumbling over with a sense of determination. Chris sipped at his drink, watching as she used the walls to support herself. 

She stood directly in front of him, a little too close and she grew intimidated. She opened her mouth to speak, her hesitation overwhelmed her as she shut down what she had planned to say. Chris raised his eyebrows in question, watching her chest rise as she took a deep breath. 

“Youre the-the drug guy?”

“depends whos asking.” he brought his cigeratte to his mouth to take a drag.

“o-oh- you want my name?”

He shook his head and chuckled, “what’re you after?”

“um, a lot?”

He started pulling bags of pills out from his jacket pocket, running through the maths mentally. 

“enough to um, to kill someone?” she mumbled out quietly, fiddling with her hands.

Chris halted his movements, scanning across her body noticing various bruises and scars barely hidden by the hems of her clothing. He looked back and forth between her eyes, noticing her increased anxiousness. He handed over a few bags, shaking his head and pushing her hand back when she tried to hand over some money. 

“they deserve it?” he mumbled out, holding eye contact while he placed his cigarette back into his mouth. 

she nodded, still unsure of herself as she fidded with both the bags and her money. “yeah. yeah, they do.” 

She now avoided eye contact, only looking up at him to smile in thanks. 

He watched as she headed towards the front door, following in order to poke his head out the doorframe and watch as she disappeared slowly down the street. He hoped that whatever piece of shit had been hurting her got what they deserved. 

“Did you hear about that girl in our year?” one of the girls in the couch wouldnt shut up. Spitting out various personal information shed been entrusted with as she downed her drinks over and over. 

“She like took a bunch of pills and like fully tried to OD”

“Who?” chris interrupted the other groups conversation, breaking his usual bout of silence. 

“Some girl, i dont know” she mumbled out defensively. 

“Was she here last week?”

Another guy chimed in, “that nerd girl?”

“Yes, was it her?” he edged forward on couch, a clear sense of urgency as he pressured the information out of the group. 

“I think so actually! Her brothers a dealer so people think she took from his stash” she laughed as if there was any comedic value in what she was sharing. “Hes basically a murderer!” she gasped and tried to rally up the rest of the group to laugh with her.

“No her brother doesnt sell pills” another girl interrupted. “She mustve got them from someone else."

The silence was deafening. Slow turning of heads towards chris as they connected the dots between his panic and his pills on the table in front of them. 

He abruptly stood up, “whos her brother?”

His anxiety reached a new high, knocking on the front door before pacing on the porch. Her brother answered as he expected.

“The fuck you doing here?”

He scratched the back of his neck trying to swallow down his new found nervousness. “Im here for your sister. I just wanna talk to her.”

Her brother scanned chris up and down, eyes squinted to figure out his intent. 

He tilted his head in a gesture to let him inside, shutting the door behind him. "wait here.” he instructed, heading up the stairs. 

Eventually he came back down and led chris up the stairs. 

His eyes were full of guilt as he approached her bed, her brother stood in the doorway monitoring.

“go away, leo.” she commanded.

He passive aggressively looked between the two of them and reluctantly shut the door. He sat on the end of her bed, watching as she moved her knees up to her chest in a protective position. 

“I wouldve have given them to you. If id known.” he whispered.

She merely nodded, still processing the fact he was in her house - her room. 

Chris took a deep sigh, “whyd you do it?” there was a hint of anger in his tone. “I thought it was for someone else- for someone hurting you.”

“It was.” she mumbled. 

“You dont count. Another person counts, not yourself. Dont ever pull that shit again.” 

She looked down at her lap, avoiding his intense gaze. 

“Why does it matter? You dont even know me.”

“I dont know you but i know the feeling.”

She looked back in his direction, eyes a little wider and mouth a little agape. 

“And it hurts like hell, but you-” he steadied his emotions. “You arent suppose to die yet. Youre smart, if theres no hope of happiness for you then theres no hope for anyone. Youre suppose to live.”

“‘M not smart-”

“Cmon just listen. Life isnt for everyone, why do you think i have to sell these pills? I havnt got a big bright future ahead of me. You can have one. Just stop being stupid and-”

The door slammed open, her brothers eyes wide full of anger.

“You sold her the fucking pills?” he yelled, chris stood up from his seat and stood closer to the wall near her. 

“Chris. Go home.” she forcefully instructed.

He pushed past her brother, beginning to sprint out the room before he could let out his anger on him. Leo managed to grip his shoulders, shoving him harshly into the wall and watch as he fell to the floor. He started to pummel his fist into chris’ face, gripping his collar to hold him up. 

The girl rushed out of her bed, pulling at her brothers clothes as she yelled at him to stop. Eventually chris managed to push at him, standing himself up quickly and holding his nose as he felt the blood drip from it. Her brother took heavy breaths, standing back in front of his sister in a protective stance. 

“Youre dead. Dont ever go fucking near her.”

Chris looked over to her as the tears brimmed her waterline, he wiped his blood and turned away to head back down the stairs. 

He didnt think he could ever forgive himself. He was lucky enough that she had actually survived it. He barely understood how she did. 

Chris walked himself down the street. The blood flowed down his face relentlessly, but he didnt care about himself even enough to even wipe it before it dripped down his shirt. Her blood was on his hands, he might aswell wear his own. 

a/n i had this random idea so I made it </3

[cuntboy-fleshlight]

https://www.tumblr.com/cuntboy-fleshlight/783031506326126592/since-you-dont-like-sending-pictures-how-about?source=share

You want an ask about your breasts? Guess I'll write another one.

I want you to stand in front of a mirror for this, so you'll be focused on your most important assets.

Start fully dressed. Look at yourself. Tell us how visible your boobs are through your clothes.

Do they bounce when you walk up or down stairs? What if you run?

Take off your shirt now, and look at your binder. What does it look like? What style is it? Does it even help?

Touch your tits through your binder. Are they still squishy? Are they sensitive?

Take it off now.

Describe your udders for us. You say they are big, but how big? What is your bra size? If you don't know and don't don't want to go through the whole measuring process, tell us your bust at least.

Are they perky or saggy? How far down do they hang?

Let's go into more details. What colour are your areolas? Are they darker than the rest of your tits, or almost invisible? Do they have a specific shape? Are they big or small?

How about your nipples? Are they long, or small? Do they get hard when you're cold or aroused? Are they hard now?

Touch your tits and squeeze them.

Are they firm or rather soft? How sensitive are they?

Have you ever orgasmed just from playing with them?

Now do some jumping jacks for us and watch your tits move.

Do they bounce high? Is the drop painful?

Lift them up as far as possible.

Can you lick your own breasts? What about sucking your own nipples? Can you bite them?

Let your tits drop back down again.

And finally, for what's most important: How did showing off your breasts like that make you feel? Do they hurt now? Is your pussy wet? Did the dysphoria drive tears to your eyes?

Are you going to masturbate while typing out your reply?

Tell us everything.

~🍌

good god that's the hottest, most humiliating ask ive ever gotten, fuck

through my clothes my breasts are completely visible. they pull the shirt tight around them and it's impossible not to notice. ive been asked more than once about my "rack". they make the whole top part look tight

they bounce when i go up and down stairs and especially when i run. full anime bounce stuff, once they even slipped off my shirt when i was running. it was humiliating. it even hurts when i run because of how big they are and how much they jiggle. they chafe from rubbing against the T-shirt and bounce so much it feels like it's going to tear

my binder kinda looks like a bustier. it's sleeveless and only covers the chest part. the outprint of my boobs is fully visible when im wearing it - you can see the round marks underneath and you can tell exactly what shape they are. you can usually see the line between my boobs on the top of the binder, too. it doesn't really help, if anything it makes me feel like they're more on display, especially when im just looking at the binder like this

they're still squishy and sensitive, although it's a bit hard to feel them through the binder >///<

they're big enough that I can't grab them fully on one hand and the binder isn't enough to hide them. i don't have measuring tape so i dont know bust size or anything, im sorry. but they're big enough to pull at all my shirts, they can be grabbed with two hands, and i can hold a beer can between them easily if i squish them

they're saggy >///< I haven't worn bras in years so they sag. they almost get to my bellybutton when hanging, depending on my posture they even reach it

my aureolas are dark brown, definitely darker than the rest of my tits. they're very, very big, a friend of mine has called them "pancake sized" once which was so embarrassing and made me so wet. my aureolas alone could probably make another small pair of tits. but my nipples are small, even when hard it's barely more than a delicate nub, just big enough to flick and pinch. they get hard very easily in the cold, but they only get fully hard from arousal if im playing with them. they're almost hard now, probably because this ask is turning me on so much i can feel my pussy gushing and clenching around nothing. this is the most humiliating thing ive ever done and it feels so good i could beg to be allowed to touch my girly tits until my nipples are nice and hard and calling even more attention to my backbreaking udders I can't ever hide

my tits are very soft, like squish toys. i want someone to use them as stress relief toys so bad, just squeezing and playing with them like they're nothing but your property. fuck im so wet. i need someone to play with my girly tits so badly oh my god

they're super sensitive, and I've had orgasms from nipple stimulation only. one day i still hope someone locks me in chastity and forces me to be a tit-only slut, fucking my breasts until im crying from dysphoria and still id be holding back from cumming like a whore from being used like that. fuck, it'd be so humiliating

they bounce high, and the drop is so painful i can't do more than a couple. fuck

i can both lick my breasts and suck my own nipples and have done so while masturbating more than once

my pussy is desperately wet and clenching in desperation. ive never felt this dysphoric about my tits before, it makes me feel a drop in my stomach and the more i focus on it, the more my pussy gushes. fuck, im close to tears and still id do just anything to have my tits fucked, pointed out and made fun of right now

thank you to whoever sent this ask. it was so so hot im near the point of tears. please please come back to humiliate me for doing this and being turned on. please please please please humiliate me and my girly tits, please please i need it oh my god

[agnes-come-back-challenge]

I love that everyone in TMA is just. Unremarkable. Jon isnt a heroic character; he's self-loathing and depressed and he exhibits the same self-pity as I do when I'm self-loathing and depressed. He doesn't stand out for his strength of will or quick-thinking or virtue. He's a good person but he stops trying to stay human when it gets uncomfortable. He's everything that a regular person is when theyre trapped in a horrible situation and it's ugly and insufferable and Real.

[cable-salamdr]

hi good morning guys 😁 reminder

[undomesticated-animal]

Some tags from @hyenaboycunt, @darethebrave, and @seimsisk that really cut to the quick of what I was trying to do here.

Tag Set #1

#absolutely love this piece#it took a moment for me to properly catch on since i dont think ive encountered written spanglish before#relevant linguistic background for me:#monolingual english speaker‚ 3 years of latin in HS‚ & familiar with pronunciation rules for spanish#plus a few friends/acquaintances who've spoken spanglish around me (but they're not consistently part of my life)#so i did the monolingual thing and focused on the obviously english paragraphs first#but once i grokked what i was looking at i started over#when reading English i dont really have an internal voice. i usually know the words and what they mean#(i sometimes completely miss out on written puns because of this‚ funny enough)#anyway. i started over. and i know the pronunciation rules but i dont have much experience reading spanish.#so i had to sound out a lot of it (internally) while i was reading.#and i was surprised by how much i understood when i could “hear” the words#even if i absolutely couldn't translate them.#and i did have to look to the english paragraphs for help of course‚ but less often than i expected#it's funny too that i was reminded of two people in my life who i hear speak like this. one is a friend's mother and i can HEAR the way#the way she says “mijo” to her son (my friend)#the other is a family friend I haven't thought of in YEARS but this writing has me hearing her voice and seeing her mannerisms so clearly.#I'm enamored with how actually thinking about the *sounds* both 1) made this exponentially more comprehensible to me#and 2) brought to mind the voices of family friends speaking to their children#it feels so very much like *home*#not my specific home. but it's something I've personally only heard spoken in places that *feel* like home.#really wonderful writing here Domi.#there's more thoughts churning but ironically words fail me. and tragically i dont have any other languages i can try

Tag Set #2

#i haven’t used my three years of high school spanish in quite a while#but what a linguistically fun reading challenge!#also a very good poem OP thank you for sharing#it was neat to catch the little differences between the paragraphs#art#poetry

Tag Set #3

#this sentence applies to all languages I think#everyone go read op's tags please#I do not speak Spanish but I can read it more of less fluently because I'm Brazilian and it just works like that#reading the spanglish versions felt so good#and I related to so much of it even if my circumstances are completely different#I have been through the experience of trying to date in English and it was such a mess#how to explain to a gringo the meaning of carinho? carente?

I had a really public meltdown a few months back because something happened during a date that made me realize I had slowly let my entire love life happen in English. And while I didn't [and still don't] feel like the answer is to demand that my partners learn Spanish in order to talk with me, I did realize that part of why I felt so thoroughly alienated from affection in my relationships is because it is in Spanish and Spanglish that I feel verbal care and affection. English feels....sterile and professional. Which is maybe a reasonable outcome of a world where "home" welcomes my polyglot behavior and "the rest of the world" gets irritated with me for requiring extra work of them to communicate.

It somehow never seems to occur to people that the work they dislike having to do for me will have to get done regardless, and what they are objecting to is literally my attempt to not carry and perform all of that work alone and unsupported in relationships that are meaningful to me.

That's a dynamic that's hard to vocalize to others unless they already internally recognize the experience and can pick up on it.

My partners still don't speak Spanish. But these days I do. Almost universally in my relationships, Spanish and Spanglish are verbalized markers of my feelings of intimacy, care, and trust in another. I use more over time as I become comfortable, I rely almost exclusively on common MexíCalí pet names and diminutives for partners, and the more relaxed/less rigidly self-managed I am, the more likely I am to simply reach for Spanglish first and foremost.

When I wrote this, I wrote the English paragraphs first. It took a little while, but it was doable because I use English A LOT in my professional and personal life obviously. Next I wrote the Spanish. This was harder. I have few people to keep up with, so I was anxious about mixing up my spelling, my grammar, my vowel modifiers, etc. I did a lot more checking and rechecking of my work to ensure that I was not misremembering my conjugations and grammatical structures.

I wrote the Spanglish last. I wrote it in under five minutes. I wrote it without once feeling the need to confirm my grammar or vocab. I wrote it and immediately felt it conveyed my tone and intention far better than either monolingual version. It was the closest thing I've ever felt to not having to "translate" my thoughts for someone else, and I spent a little time after just quietly having a cry about reaching my 30s before ever letting myself write the way I think, before letting myself trust my partners and loved ones with this part of me that is so integral to how it feels to be at home with another person.

I actually considered recording myself speaking the poem aloud because I agree with @hyenaboycunt that the way I write is meant to be read aloud, not read in one's mind, and there were several times reading it to myself that I realized reading it would lose something too. Several words where my accent and pronunciation was not the same as the language of the word itself, or where the blending went further than simply mixing and matching words within a sentence. I still might take a recording, we'll see. I really do think it's the next logical place for this art piece to go. But I also know that speaking is so raw and vulnerable to me, and while I would typically just have someone else do the recording, this is a circumstance where that wouldn't solve the issue at all. It has to be me. And ironically, that's what may end up limiting me from being able to do it. Yet again, my relationship with language being complicated creates barriers to communication that even *I* can barely recognize without real intentional thought. How can I expect others to see how much I do to be understood when I can barely admit it to myself?

En íngles, y otra vez in Spanish

No sé to describe mi relationship con mi lingua. Complicado, I suppose. No sé qué the words that will come en mi mente primary, y sometimes es difícil traducir between las idiomas. Creo que most people figure translation ser word-for-word, pero no es menos un pequeño here and there. Sometimes I look for las palabras exactamente por way too long y sientame abrumado. People act like eres estúpido if words are hard for you. Y adorame cual ser talking down a mi en bed, pero tiempo otros I get so angry when people decide no es importante para mi tiene tiempo enough communicarse. I don’t know how to describe my relationship with language. Complicated, I suppose. I never know which words will come to me first, and sometimes it’s hard to translate between languages. I think people expect translation to be word by word, but it so rarely is. Sometimes I search for the correct replacement word for way too long and it makes me feel so overwhelmed. People treat you like you’re stupid if you struggle with your words. And I like to be talked down to in bed, but the rest of the time it makes me so angry when people decide it’s not important for me to have the time to communicate properly. No sé cómo expressar mi social relación con la idioma. Quizás complicado. Nunca sé qué palabras vendrán primero a mi mente y, a veces, es difícil traducir entre los languajes. Creo que la mayoria de la gente se figurarán que la traducción sea palabra por palabra, pero raramente está. A veces trato de encontrar la palabra exacta durante demasiado tiempo y me poniendo abrumado. La gente actúa como si fueras estúpido si las palabras están costarían. Y adoro que me traten con condescendencia en la cama, pero si no me airado mucho cuando la gente decide que no es importante para mí tener tiempo para comunicarme. I wonder often how it feels hablar o necesitar solamente una idioma, y inglés at that. ¿Reconocéis how much nuestro uso de language changes how nos entendemos y our place aquí en es? I often wonder how it feels to only use or need one language, and English at that. Do people realize how much our language changes how we understand the world, our place in it? Me pregunto con frecuencia qué se siente hablar o necesitar solo una idioma, y ​ lo que es más, inglés. ¿Reconocéis todos de lo mucho que la idioma cambia nuestra comprensión del otros y nuestras relaciones sociales? La idioma es all about relationships. La forma de la palabra implies más y mucho about la context sociales en el que it’s spoken. Crecí con myriad trozos de significado in each sentence spoken. English feels desolado en momentos. ¿Cómo se dice mijita como en una chica que es carnal para mi con el tono solamente? En inglés, estan mucho emphasis en the meaning of body language and I imagine los otros rarely notice this. Maybe por eso I have such a bad time entender mi role para las vidas de mis quieridos. Menos Mamá, lo no tengo con que hablar Spanish. Pero maybe menos los diminutivos y verbalizacion de relationships sociales en nuestro day to day conversacion, no créo sé how to fill la falta. Quizás part of el problema conmigo y my understanding of non-verbal communicación, and I figure it out claro que si, pero I forget how often no es necesito hacer que.

Spanish is all about relationships. The shape of a word implies so much about the social context in which the word is being used to communicate. I grew up with so many layers of meaning in every sentence spoken. English feels almost desolate sometimes. How do you convey that you are calling someone baby girl with the love you have for family with only tone? There is so much weight put on non-verbal communication in English that I think people rarely notice. Maybe that’s why I have so much trouble understanding my role in the lives of my loved ones. Aside from my mother, no one I love speaks Spanish well enough to use it with me. But maybe without those little suffixes and verbalization of social relationships in our day to day conversation, I don’t know how to fill in the gaps left behind. Maybe some of the conflict in how others speak and how I hear their words is the absence. I’ve never been good at reading body language, and I surely figure it out in Spanish too, but I forget sometimes how many little spaces it isn’t necessary in my mother tongue. La idioma del espanol es una cuestión de relaciones. La forma de una palabra expresarse mucho del contexto social en el que se habla la palabra. Crecí con tantas trozos de significado en cada oraciónes hablado. La idioma del inglés es desolado por momentos. ¿Cómo se dice mijita como en una chica que es carnal para mi con el tono solamente? En inglés se pone mucho énfasis en el significado que expresa el cuerpo y imagino que los otros ven es raremente. Quizás por eso me resulta difícil comprender mi ubicación social en las vidas de mis queridos. Menos mi madre, nul de mis quieridos habla español con sultura para usarlo conmigo. Pero sin esos diminutivos y la charla sobre relaciones sociales en nuestras expresiones, no sé cómo llenar la falta. quizás un componente del problemo en cómo entiendo a los demás es la falta de contexto. Soy malo para interpretar el expressiones corporal, y también lo entiendo en español, claro que si, pero olvido que con frecuencia no es necesario en mi lengua materna. Me pregunta how it is por la gente del otra cara. ¿How is it to see how much más acepción there is anytime una palabra cambia en español? ¿What do you notice changing when leé lo que está escrito aquí? I wonder what that is like for people on the other side of the coin. How does it feel to realize how many componants of a single word can be changed in Spanish to convey meaning? What do you see change when you try to navigate my language? What was it like to read this post? Me pregunto cómo será eso para la gente del otro cara. ¿Cómo es ver los muchos pequeños cambios en una palabra que tienen significado? ¿Qué ves cuando intentas interpretar mi idioma? ¿Cómo fue leer lo esto obra? Some say a mi está buenísima that I lapse en el español during sex. Some react poorly when I cambio en medio idiomas. Otros no tienen any reaction at all. No creó sé what I want people entender para mi behavior. Yo sé quiero to be loved en mi context. I know this makes la spoken idioma un dificíl way para mi aceptar love. I wonder how entendeís conmigo. Sometimes people tell me it’s hot that I lapse into Spanish during sex. Sometimes people react with visible discomfort whenever I move between languages. Others don’t have any reaction at all. I don’t know how to convey to someone what meaning I want them to take from this behavior. I know that I want to be loved in my own context. I know that I cannot be loved in a context others lack. I know this makes language a difficult form of love for me to accept. I wonder how others would come to understand that about me.

Algunas personas me dicen que está buenísima que hablo español cuando folo. Algunos reaccionan en contra de con desasosiego cuando cambio en medio idiomas. Otros no tienen ninguna reacción. No sé cómo decir qué espero que interpreten de esta acción. Quiero ser quierido en mi propio contexto. Sé que no puedo ser quierido en un contexto de lo cual otros es falta. Es difícil para mí aceptar la idioma hablado como una forma de cariño porque que esto verdad. Me pregunto cómo los otros entienden eso de mí.

[fukashiin]

ACEYUU WOKE ME FROM THE DEAD

book 7 spoilers <3 very long rant im sorry!!

it was never meant to be this way. when he was such an ass to us in the prologue, when he laid those pesky remarks upon us and immediately assuming that we got into NRC as a janitor because we weren't good enough without any prior knowledge of how we were brought here against our will and having to adapt to such an unfamiliar environment where everything - trends, names, history, and even the currency - were different. he didn't know about the throbbing headache we had while the headmage was explaining the school's curriculum and suddenly bringing up the word "magic" into the conversation like it was foreign language.

he thinks he's above us just because we're a clueless student who couldnt cast any spells and took up the miserable job just for the sake of money and to live. he had this one-way "not my problem!!" mindset about us that he dipped the moment after because he never would have suspected that we would grow to be something more important, something more irreplaceable in his life.

he never meant to test the waters, and he's drowning by mistake.

his concern for you gets more obvious as each book advances (or was it always obvious??). you're just an otherworlder oblivious to the dangers that lurk in twisted wonderland, so it's only casual for him to fret about when you've been taken into scarabia with minimal escape routes, to be the first one to notice that you were missing among the entourage of people that have been kidnapped, to be the only one to point out that you weren't in the best condition AND suggesting to bring you back home in case the party was all too much. he knows how vulnerable you are, and he jumps into action as quick as possible because that's basically his brand. nothing deeper!!! (unknown dangers lurk around you on the daily, but you lurk in his mind so much more than he lets on. you're probably more used to the dangers of magic than he's used to the thought of you occupying his mind 24/7. isnt that ironic)

and he didn't consider the complications of how dangerous it could be for the headmage to send us back to our original world, possibly damaging the very fabrics of time and space and ceasing to exist while transporting - he just instantly goes to the part where the news was positive and that we could travel between Twisted Wonderland and earth in one piece, blocking out his surroundings just to see your smile, as that was possibly the happiest you could have ever been in front of him.

imagine each time he hangs out with someone new, or if someone has gained a romantic interest in him once you've left, he tries to find a part of "you" in them in his peripheral vision. whether they have an ounce of bravery that you had, whether they're as understanding as you are to know that he isn't just a human built of jokes and pranks, whether they won't doubt him like the rest did - as you were the only one who truly believed in his capability to truly lead the rest out of danger.

he could beg for other people to believe in him, to see that his skills could draw out much more if he really wanted to, but he didn't have to do that with you. in a flashing moment of possible failure, he turned to you in a heartbeat, uncharacteristically, desperately calling out for you to save him because he had no idea what was happening. he almost started to lose himself and quickly realises that the power he was wielding so suddenly wasn't some lousy spell, that it could possibly cause someone's life, and you were there to steady him when he needed it the most. a rarity of a scene he entrusted his entire body to you with. you believed in him. you ARE the betterment of him.

you held his hand like a vow, to protect each other and strengthen through every obstacle and turmoil that drives you one step closer to becoming a better version of yourself. your hand, tightly coiled around his, radiated the warmth and comfort he needed in his times of darkness and inner conflict.

it should've been you. you're perfect.

and that's why his dream still has you in it. it doesn't have to be one way or the other, you can simply go back and forth to his world and your own in just a snap! he could never dream of you leaving his sight and grasp, hindering him from ever telling you how much you actually meant. he has all the time in the world.

and that's what he wants, but his heart says otherwise, and that's fine. he just wants you to be safe and see him for who he is. you inspired him to take pride in his name, as an ace can do anything!!

[blighted-lights]

i think it'd be rlly funny if ravage and minimus hated each other btw. the only reason they get along is bc of their mutual connection to megatron. and even that isn't enough sometimes lmao

[screechingfromthevoid]

I don't think Dorian wants the stewardship. I never thought he wanted the stewardship.

They're his characters and Robbie can do what he wants but when Dorian says "I'm free" it kills me inside because you can hear the relief but you can also hear the lingering dread of "for now".

And when orym asks about the future Dorian only wants "day by day" which is totally fine in the short term. But when time comes and his parents are old and grey and tired, will he return? He is next in line. Will his parents do their damnedest to stay alive as long as possible so Dorian can be free for as long as he can? Will Dorian come home and gently coax the stewardship from them when they are no longer fit?

Who will be the next Firstsun?

[arsenicflame]

sometimes i remember "I have love for you" & "I loved you, best i could" is canon and i have to chew glass about it

[acid-waste]

I'm so mad actually I can't believe some people took this scene in chapter 3 and turned it into a who's right about their grief when the scene in chapter 4 literally has ivypool saying I don't mean to make it all about me- haven't thought much about how dovewing is handling her own grief- people read chapter 3 and to me it seems as if chapter 4 doesn't even exist and the rest of what ivypool says in chapter three after saying this doesn't as well

“Dovewing, I’m truly sorry that Rowankit died. But losing a sickly kit—a kit you’ll be reunited with in StarClan one day—is different from losing a full-grown cat who was just coming into her own as a warrior. A cat who doesn’t exist anywhere—who is just gone.”

ignored this and what was said and called it a day

[notlivys]

if i could fly is an entire ode to love. i swear to god. like. you are fucking telling me that if you could fly (a superpower mostly known for being sooo desired and having endless stories and fantasies about what would be like to have it) you would be going right back to the person you think of as a HOME (a word that has been forever connected to the concept of safety, peace, sweetness and well-being) ????? its too personal and intimate for me to hear i feel like im interrupting something guys

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Had to explain to a friend today that No Really I Swear Magneto And Professor X Are Friends And Like Each Other Thats Canon And Real

[beclight]

im known for being THE bec light fan of the fandom, so i feel like im in the right place to say this: YOU DO NOT OWN FANDOM CHARACTERS AND CANNOT PREVENT OTHER PEOPLE FROM LIKING THEM JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO, and if that makes you uncomfortable (which is fine, and for any reason), THE THING TO DO IS BLOCK NOT HARASS THEM!!!!!!! ive seen too many ppl in this fandom disrespect others over DARING to say, even as a joke, that they're the number one fan of X character. If someone having the same favorite group of pixels as you genuinely angers you, to the point of feeling the need to insult them and having concerning thoughts about them, then maybe it is time to log off

[fallentheatre]

each other's world, torn apart

minecraft end poem as a conversation between two broken brothers.

(@hoverboards-and-dragons heyyyyy)

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Wtf are butterflies even up to

[narwhalandchill]

oh my fucking god i feel. SO stupid rn at How i didnt make the (super sane very normal just absolutely. Yes. Surely) connection earlier but uhh

so anyway im now like 89% certain that whatever the "traces" of the narwhal that remain on ajax and facilitate their (ever-growing) innate connection are like. an actually fundamental aspect of it (them?) more or less.

why? because if you consider its pov just for a moment. the narwhal was literally about to depart teyvat for good. it had nearly finished consuming the primordial sea and preparing to breach surface to finish the job by eating the french for the leftovers their human bodies were made from. its an interstellar voyager it does not linger on planets it devours. it goes glug glug and it leaves.

and like if it wasnt for traveler intervening its confirmed through narzissenkreuz and renes world formula that teyvat wouldve just been destroyed. no one could have stopped the narwhal not neuvillette not focalors not anyone.

so what was the one other thing it did right before going for that french brunch? calling for ajax. getting them reunited in the primordial sea. like all the possible implications aside bc theres many different ways to speculate on the exact reasons why and the nature of that link. the point remains.

it wasnt leaving teyvat without finding him.

like the narwhal is about to fucking Dip from this cringe planet and whatever part of it that ajax carries within himself his narwhal Absolutely wanted to be reunited with. what the fuck am i supposed to read from that. hoyo???????!??! answers?!?!?!

and its not only the calling from the narwhal side itself either bc this is ALL coinciding with the growth of a 'restless power' within ajax and his vision malfunctioning (the things celestia is literally confirmed to harvest energy thru to repair its damaged authority) and his connection with the narwhal reaching an actual conscious level (arguably subconscious n emotional too bc i find it Curious his mood is poor right as the narwhal is repeatedly described as positively malding to the point its boss fight mechanic is literally a rage meter). ajax' power is growing. his destiny is starting to shift and something is drawing him to fontaine... right as the narwhal is getting close to finished with the primordial sea. funny how it overlaps eh. how it aligns 🤨🤨 why are they orbiting each other like this (they should kiss)

(& not to even Mention how ajax just Happened to get that absolutely exponential and borderline unbelievable feat of power spike in extending his foul legacy endurance as massively as he did. while. within the primordial sea. with his narwhal. who had at that point all but incorporated the power of that sea into itself. i s2g if childe was getting passive home turf co-op bonus exp with a 4x multiplier automatically the whole 40+ days 💀💀)