#lazy to format

[kurishiri]

Kate’s curse to Jude: Main story excerpt (forgot the chapter)

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

Jude had said it before——that “love was a curse.”

If it becomes lost, only sadness remains. If it’s stolen from us, we come to loathe it. And if we are betrayed by it, we are filled with regret.

And yet, once it’s poured into us, there is no way to resist it: such was the source of all evil.

To Jude, that’s what love is.

So, that’s why pouring you with my love like this is borne from my selfishness and is nothing but my ego.

(The affection and love I hold for Jude is not such a kind thing to him.)

(But…even so…)

I want you to remain as the one who shouts to the moon.

No matter how cruel the world is.

No matter how tired you grow of this world.

No matter what…I want you to live on.

The words about to fall from my lips are nothing like gentle words of love.

No, this is a curse——to bind you to this world.

Even if doing so is unkind, twisted, evil…

(——I will curse you.)

[koolaidashley]

I’m too lazy 2 crop this n make it look nice so jus follow the arrows n use ur imagination or whateva 💔

[phibsies]

last thing before i sleep . based on mario party duo name

[cardo-de-comer]

quick sketch with wayne and soms dancin'

[everotten]

Style practice

[foresttt-png]

Neve would clock them so fast

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[violent138]

Tim, looking around the darkened corridor: "You think it's a good idea to be breaking into random places right now?"

Jason said nothing, fumbling in his pockets.

Dick: "You live here, don't you?" Which gets everyone's attention laser-focused.

Jason just cast him a look, getting the door open.

Steph entered first, smacking into something that falls over. "Jeez." She complained, stumbling backward until Cass steadied her by the shoulders. "Sorry, that's my bad."

Duke turned on the lights in one motion, making everyone blink and wince.

"Get off me." Damian snapped, and Dick carefully let him go, letting him limp angrily into a chair. He frowned, scrutinizing the place. "You live here? Why would anyone--"

"Guys." Dick rubbed his eyes over the mask, cutting off Damian and Jason’s sharp answer. "First aid kit?" Dick asked Jason tiredly.

Jason nodded, moving to get it and heard Damian ask "What?" in response to a patented glare he must be getting.

Tim had made a beeline for the kitchen. "Dude, why do you have a singular set of dishes? And why are there just guns in this cabinet?"

Jason scoffed, handing Dick the kit. "Didn't realize I was running a fucking bed and breakfast."

"There's guns in this cabinet too!" Tim shook his head, opening and closing two more. "Oh good, just large knives in this one."

At Tim's raised eyebrows, Jason went into the kitchen and shooed Cass down the counter she was perched on, grabbing the paper plates he kept in a drawer and shoving them into Tim's chest.

Glancing at the way Steph was rubbing her neck, slouched at the table, Jason grabbed two ice packs, sliding one her way and throwing the other to Damian.

Duke, taking a book off Jason's meticulously organized shelf: "Why do you have seven copies of Pride and Prejudice? Did you keep forgetting you bought it, or--?"

Jason, storming over to put the book back. "Stop."

Dick looked up from the wound he was stitching. "Are they different at at all?"

"Are they in different languages?" Steph asked.

"Did you barter them for food? Because your fridge is fucking empty." Tim reported.

Jason groaned, realizing that they weren't going to drop it. "One has a different introduction and one is the zombies version. And yes, the rest are the same, now could you all stop touching stuff?"

"Why do you have five copies of the same book?"

[grinu]

I have Yukio! And Yukio... has me!

[chillblx]

[hey-its-danny]

Emissary of the Azran

i’m not making an actual comic retelling of my au so here’s a special scene that happens near the end. this is (technically) an azran legacy rewrite, and i’ll flesh it out later online :) also i had meant to colour it but i gave up lol

[booksooks]

knight!sylus

starts w him being knighted by your father. right. but his eyes are on you the entire time. cannot look away, and neither can you. yall have known each other since childhood. and now he's taking an oath to protect you for the rest of his life with all he has, and he's delighted. there's now no real reason for you two to be apart, and he proves it by shadowing you to every council meeting, every court appearance, and every night of revelry. (and if he happens to scare away potential suitors every time… you're not ungrateful.)

and so the next few years go on like that, your father peacefully transitions power to you so that you're now the ruler of your kingdom, loyal knight still by your side. and so duh, there's a coronation ball that doubles as a ball for you to find a spouse. because your father is insisting, and who are you to deny the request of the man who raised you? so you host the celebration, switching between taking turns around the room in the arms of someone entirely boring, or sitting in your personal box to watch the laundry list of potential suitors spinning below. and it's not until several hours later, when you're sure that you've danced with everyone and your head is killing you that sylus gently pulls you away, reassuring you that no one will notice you being gone for a few. yall sneak down to the empty kitchen and steal a few nibbles. it's peaceful, something you haven't been able to say all night. and it's not until you start thinking about going back that sylus puts a hand on your waist and asks you to wait for him, even as he steps closer. and because you trust him, because you know sylus would never, ever hurt you, when he brings his head down to hover just above your lips, you're not nervous. but he hesitates, because what if, this one time, he's wrong about you? what if he's completely misread, and you're 2 seconds away from shoving him back and excommunicating him from the kingdom?

but he's not wrong (thank god) because you're sliding your hands through his hair and pulling him closer, not wanting to delay this anymore. and really, it all unravels from there in the best way possible. the night ends, everyone goes home feeling like their time was a little bit wasted because why would you invite them out to have a chance at your hand in marriage when you knew you were in love with your personal knight? but their opinions don't matter. your father approves of the union, and the wedding is everything you've ever wanted. sylus surprisingly doesn't choose to take the title of king, instead preferring to be able to protect you at all times. sure, he'll give his opinion when he thinks it's wanted, but he doesn't crave the power that comes with being king. you are enough.

something something something timeskip, despite your best efforts the neighboring kingdom declares war on you. but not in the traditional sense, no, they poison your food, set traps for traveling parties, and even send assassins after you. and sylus, ever worried for your life but still respectful, lets you stay. you dont want to show fear or to give up, so he stands by you throughout the long ordeal.

it isnt until there's an almost successful attempt on your life (that wouldn't have been 'almost' successful had sylus not been sleeping in bed with you) that he convinces you to go on the run. your cities have all been decimated, fields have been razed to the ground, so there's really no point in defending yourselves anymore. you pack up that night, leaving the dead body of a would-be murderer on the floor in front of your bed. you're not used to the cold nights, but the water by the lake is soothing as you curl up next to sylus, your husband, under a tent for the night. it takes a few weeks for you to get adjusted, which makes you jealous of sylus who seems to know every edible and poisonous plant on the planet. you're grateful, of course, but you can't help but feel useless when it takes much longer for you to adjust to living in the wilderness.

an idea occurs to you after the fifth time of your hair, once perfectly cared for and shiny, now dull and tangled, gets caught in branches as you and sylus traipse through the woods. you bring the idea up to your husband that night, quiet in front of the bonfire as he cooks dinner for you both. the idea of cutting your hair is shocking to him, because wouldn't you want to keep a part of your old life? (he questions himself, not realizing he is all you need to remind yourself of who you once were.) but he agrees easily, and takes the knife you brought to start cutting your hair with the utmost reverence in the world. he treats your hair with every ounce of respect he can muster, as if you were still the country's leader (you still are, to him, strong and fearless and kind), and does his best to make you look good. it's choppy, sure, but you still look like you, and theres nothing sylus could be more grateful for. he loves you. yes, he's said it countless times, not one to let you forget the fact, but he truly loves you. with everything he has. and you can tell, it's so obvious with every gentle sweep against your neck to get rid of hair clippings, and in the way he presses a soft kiss just below your ear. he loves you. you love him. you don't have your fancy clothes, your castle, your kingdom, or your people, but you have each other, and you know that's enough, and that sylus feels the same.

idea by @twink-fuery ily gamer /p ty for feeding the sylus flames w me

[oscquinn]

DAY TWELVE → blindfolds, gallzatto

TAGS & WARNINGS → NSFW 18+. p in v, some oral (f receiving), blindfolds, mean dom!lip & soft!dom carm. another late promptober blurb! yay!!

WC → 300ish?

"which one now baby?" a voice croons, and you know it's lip. but you're not sure if it's his fingers pumping inside you or carmen's. you try to focus on the feel, the method he's fucking you with, but two orgasms deep you've begun to lose coherency.

"c-carmy?" you whimper, and suddenly your aching cunt is empty, and a sharp sting blossoms heat inside you as lip slaps your inner thigh. "no! come on, i-i was doing so good," you whine out, hands reaching blindly for one of the two men that were somewhere near the foot of your bed.

"she's been good man, come on," carmen says. he soothes your reddining skin with gentle kisses before lapping at you. his soft grunts send vibrations through your clit as his nose bumps it, messily making out with your pussy.

you huff petulantly as carmen is pulled back from you, a whimper and a whispered 'what the fuck!' tipping you off that lip had grabbed him by the curls to yank him away. "she's a smart girl," lip says, then the two fall silent.

you peek from under your blindfold, just trying to get your bearing a little. you need the upper hand here. but lip catches you, he crowds into your space, caging you in below his body.

"aw, that's cute you think you can cheat y'way outta this," he scoffs. "carm, light a cig."

you look up at lip with wide eyes as he grabs your hips, flipping you over until your ass is in the air and your cheek is pressed to the pillow. he fits the blindfold snugly over your eyes, ignoring your soft whines and tears of frustration. you just need the release they're prolonging, your body red hot from desire.

you feel heat next to your face, feel a soft kiss to your swollen lips, and carmen whispers, "he's gonna let you cum again baby, don' cry, yeah?" his gentle hand rubs your back for a moment before disappearing.

someone's dick presses inside you shortly after, thrusting in to the hilt in one go. you sigh then, the ache in your core placated by the rough pace he sets.

THX 4 READING.

[communistkenobi]

a very common mistake people make in political/social discourse is applying individualist thinking to some social phenomenon or theory. one of the most common examples is someone responding to the theory of white privilege with “but there are poor white people” or male privilege with “I’m a man but I have no power” etc. and in order to refute that properly you have to essentially get into a philosophy of science debate, to explain that the benefit of a given social theory is its ability to be generalised above the level of the individual, that what is being described is a social process, that human beings occupy various positions within a social space (a family, a neighbourhood, a workplace, a state) that are not individual. To be able to give an account of some social force you necessarily cannot be just talking about the particularities of a single person - if you were, all you would be expressing is an individual opinion about a single person. If you want to rise above the level of ‘mere opinion’ you need to actually provide an account that is general enough to apply to multiple people of varying social situations but systematic enough to be able to differentiate between who you are and are not speaking about. Of course data are lost in this endeavour - probably best summed up by the aphorism “all models are wrong but some are useful” - but the success of a given social theory is its ability to sustain its explanatory power despite these data losses. Like the whole game of generalisation is building a theory to figure out what data points to discard and which to retain. It is no more contradictory to say white privilege is real even though there are poor white people than to say the police are a white supremacist institution even though there are non-white police officers. In fact these seeming contradictions are accounted for in these same social theories - white supremacy has had centuries of policy development at this point, it is a fairly well-tested set of logics that have adapted to a variety of conflicts, problems, and political/economic/social developments (Sylvia Wynter talks about this in the context of the post-slavery US for example). White supremacy is thus resilient to these apparent contradictions (and these contradictions generate further social developments, such as the shifting meanings and locations of whiteness), which is why zooming into the level of the individual is often not helpful in explaining its effects on a social level.

Weber says that I need not know Caesar to understand Caesar - that to talk about Caesar as a historical figure and as a particular location in ancient Roman society is fundamentally different than a description of him as an individual. And nobody actually talks about Caesar as an individual anyway! Even psychological or biographical profiles of him are premised on the fact that Caesar is worthy of this profile as opposed to any other person living in the Roman Republic. The reason we all know his name is that his place in history is extended beyond the individual. A Roman general and leader is fundamentally not an individual, not a private person. The very fact that I can say “Roman General” but not say any person’s name and have people understand what I’m saying is evidence of this. By definition ‘Caesar’ the historical figure is not an individual in any meaningful sense, he has power that is only available through social institutions and formations, and that is why he is known even today. Even the most liberal Great Man Theories of history locate an engine of history within the general position of Great Man (this is a fundamental contradiction within this type of thinking, the generalised Individual). If there can be more than one Great Man in history then he is not an individual, he is occupying a generalisable position in human history that can be calculated, bounded, and studied.

So it’s very frustrating to deal with! It’s an attempt to refute an explanation of a social phenomenon with individual anecdotes, much of which is already accounted for in said explanation. It makes many, many, many discussions about the social and political world endlessly repetitive and uninteresting, because you are always stuck at litigating the most basic, atomic point of reference. And of course that is the point for many people, they aren’t interested in any of this because they are racist and they are misogynistic and so on. It is an extremely effective derailing tactic, but part of the reason why it’s so effective is because individualism is such a pervasive mode of thinking. All of the groundwork is already laid out for people who say white privilege isn’t real because the social and epistemic infrastructure necessary to get other people to buy that argument has already been built for them to make that type of claim. Which is why the people who smirk at the camera when they say shit like this are so pathetic because they behave like they thought of that all by themselves, unaware or (more probably) deliberately ignoring the fact that they live in a society specifically built to facilitate, automate, and celebrate the garbage coming out of their mouth

[thejolteonmastertj]

I just realized something re: this post!

There’s an actual legit reason Legend might’ve legitimately thought Four is a grown-ass man & it’s because of these fellas!

The Dawrven Swordsmiths from ALTTP….

Lookat how smol they are!

They’re shorter than Link on his first quest! 🤣The thought that Four might be a child simply due to his height must have never even crossed Lege’s mind! Cuz he literally grew up sharing a neighborhood with these tiny fellas! 🤭

So like, inagine Legend approaching Four, all bashful like, “um, how old are you?”

& Four’s like

——————————- “Guess”

Legend: … “Honestly I was thinking you were like, in your thirties?”

Face of a man who just got called old for the first & only time in his life-

[aquapolis]

dumping every zenigata here all at once