#multi-interest

[giffyworldhyperfixations]

You guys could never guess what stranger mission thread I completed first...

Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018) dev. Rockstar Games

[bibvck]

We always find our way back to each other somehow.

[quinn-of-aebradore]

Alright, with the Session 0 under our belts, we can pretty solidly pin down who is who in the minis shot!

I had Laura, Tal, and Ashley pinned down already based on their C2E2 panel answers; Laura is short, Tal has a hat, and Ashley has a veil. Now, the bases are obviously their class/domain colors, so that both helps confirm what we knew (pink for bard/splendor, so Ashley is indeed our winged PC) and figure out the rest! Orange is for guardian/valor and is obviously orcish, so there’s Marisha. Yellow is seraph/splendor and we can see the halberd that Travis mentioned picking. Green for ranger/sage and if you squint, there’s the boomerang for Sam. Process of elimination, Liam is the far left. As for his and Laura’s classes, purple is the arcana domain, so Laura could either be a druid or a sorcerer, and black is the midnight domain, so Liam could be a rogue or a sorcerer. I am feeling sorcerer and rogue for them, respectively, but it could easily be druid and sorcerer, so they’re playing something they haven’t played the D&D equivalent of already. No matter what, I’m excited!

[steddiehyperfixation]

don't you forget about me (steddie fic)

saw this post and was inspired to write something angsty <3

The first thing Eddie is aware of when he wakes up, before he even opens his eyes, is the dull, aching pain throbbing through pretty much his entire body. The second thing he’s aware of is that someone is holding his hand. 

“Eddie?” The hand in his tightens its grip as Eddie begins to stir; the voice it presumably belongs to sounds immeasurably relieved, yet only vaguely familiar. 

Eddie groans. His eyelids flutter, blinking awake, and he groggily rolls his head to the side to get a look at whoever had spoken. 

The voice sighs again, “Oh thank god-” 

“Harrington?” Eddie’s eyes fly open wide now as they land on the mystery man sitting beside him on the edge of the bed - a man he most definitely is not close enough with to be holding his hand, and a bed that is most definitely not his own. He snatches his hand away. “What the hell are you doing? Where am I?”

“Ed-” Another man’s voice, this one just as relieved and infinitely more familiar. It fills Eddie with relief too as he looks to his other side to find his uncle Wayne rising from a nearby chair to come up next to him. 

“Wayne, what-?” His surroundings are becoming more clear. “What happened? Why am I in a hospital? And why the fuck is King Steve at my bedside?” Eddie tries to sit up only to gasp and wince in pain as the dull ache in his sides sharpens to near agony at the movement. 

“Take it easy, son.” Wayne’s hand lands on his shoulder, gently but firmly pushing him back down onto the pillows. “You were hurt real bad.” 

“Yeah, I got that,” Eddie grumbles out. He sucks in a deep, intentional breath and exhales slowly, the pain beginning to dull again now that he’s settled. His questions are still largely unanswered, though. Blank mind reaching desperately for any logical piece to this bizarre puzzle, he turns an accusing glare to Harrington. “Did you land me in here? Is that why you’re here, some sort of weird guilt thing?” 

Harrington’s looking at him like a kicked puppy. “What? No, I-” he falters, takes a shaky breath and swallows painfully like he’s trying not to cry. “You don’t remember?” 

“I don’t remember what? Will someone just tell me what happened?” Eddie’s confusion is rising more and more into agitation with every second he remains without an explanation. 

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Harrington asks quietly.

“I was driving home from school, just found out I wasn’t gonna graduate again.” Eddie frowns as he thinks back, still trying to put pieces together. “Did I crash my car? Is that it? I was emotional and not paying attention and got into an accident?” 

Yet again, he receives no answers. 

“Eddie, what month is it?” Wayne asks instead, his tone dangerously measured and serious. “What year?” 

“May…” Eddie says warily, “1985.”

His words hold a weight he doesn’t understand, landing heavy on the others in the room and thickening the air. It sends a chill of dread down his spine, the way his answer etches concern deep into the lines of Wayne’s face, the way Steve Harrington seems to take it like a blow to the chest. 

Harrington exhales sharply as if he’s been punched, standing abruptly and taking a few stumbling steps back. Wayne says, “It’s April of ‘86, Ed.”

Eddie’s blood runs cold. “No. No, it can’t be.” 

“I’m gonna go tell the nurse you’re awake,” Harrington mumbles, his voice strained and his eyes glassy with barely held-back tears. 

“I’ll go,” Wayne offers, pushing himself away from Eddie’s bed. He gives Harrington a meaningful look, though what that meaning is, Eddie can’t decipher. 

Harrington turns his devastated gaze to the older man. “But, Wayne, he doesn’t-” 

“I know, kid.” Wayne gives a sad smile and places a sympathetic hand on Harrington’s shoulder as he passes by. “Just talk to him.” 

Eddie is thrown off by this familiarity between them. Since when were those two close? He feels like he’s entered some sort of parallel universe where everything is just ever so slightly wrong. It leaves an itch beneath his skin, uncomfortable and out of place, like he no longer quite fits in his own body, in his own life. He’s lost 11 months, apparently, and this world is no longer his; he doesn’t know where he fits into it anymore. 

Wayne leaves the room, and Eddie wants to protest: Don’t leave me here with this guy I don’t know in this time I don’t know, please, you’re the only thing that feels safe and familiar! Anxiety is crawling through him like a thousand tiny bugs in his veins. He wants to scream, he wants to cry, he wants to run. Anything to shake this feeling loose. But he’s confined to this bed, trapped both by his pain and by all these machines he’s hooked up to, and he sure as shit isn’t going to have a breakdown in front of Steve goddamn Harrington. 

Instead, Eddie resigns himself to this situation and casts a sideways glance at Harrington who very much looks like he’s also trying not to have a breakdown. “I’m freaking out, man,” Eddie says finally, hating how shaky and pathetic his voice sounds. “I swear to god, Harrington, if you don’t tell me what the hell is going on…” 

Harrington worries his lip between his teeth as he hesitates. “It’s a lot to explain.” 

“Yeah, I bet,” Eddie scoffs out a humorless laugh. “I’m missing nearly an entire year, of course it’s a lot to fill in. Unless I’ve been here this whole time?” 

“No.” Harrington shakes his head. “No, you’ve only been here about a week. I- I don’t know why you’re missing so much time, the whole Vecna thing only started like a week before that-” 

“Vecna?” Eddie interrupts to question. “What does any of this have to do with the D&D campaign I was planning? And, also, how the fuck do you know about that?” 

Harrington closes his eyes for a second and takes a breath, like having this conversation is the most painful thing he’s ever had to do. “I’m not talking about D&D, Ed. Vecna was a real-life monster from a real-life alternate dimension we called the Upside-Down. The kids only called him Vecna because we didn’t know who he was at the time and he, like, cursed people before he killed them, but he was actually Henry Creel, which is a whole other fucked up story.”

“Okay…” Eddie doesn’t know who ‘the kids’ are and he’s skeptical of the way Harrington talks so factually about monsters and dimensions and curses existing in the real world, but he does remember his uncle telling him stories about the demonic tragedy of the Creel family, which is the only thing that makes any of this even halfway believable. It still doesn’t explain how Eddie wound up in the hospital with his entire body feeling like it’d been run through a blender, though, or why the former king of Hawkin’s High was hovering over his sickbed. He gestures for Harrington to continue. 

“I never wanted you to get involved in all this Upside-Down shit,” Harrington’s voice breaks. He steps closer to Eddie’s bed again, and he looks so so sad as he stares down at him that it makes Eddie’s own heart ache, just a little bit. Harrington’s hand twitches at his side as if he means to reach out for Eddie but then thinks better of it, running the hand through his hair instead as he continues, “I tried to keep you from it for so long, I really did, but then Vecna killed Chrissy in your trailer and the whole town blamed you and you were just a part of things then, there was no getting around it. You helped us fight him - Vecna. You kept his army of bats off our ass while we weakened his body and El weakened his mind. If it weren’t for you we never would’ve defeated him and we certainly wouldn’t have all made it out alive.” Harrington’s gaze softens, as does his voice, his next words almost a whisper, “You were a hero, Eddie.” 

“That doesn’t sound like me,” Eddie says, like that’s the least plausible part of Harrington’s story. And, really, it is. He can wrap his mind around a lot of things: a murder in his trailer - sure, Forest Hills always was a shady place; the whole town accusing him of being a killer - yeah, of course, that tracks; even an evil wizard from another dimension with an army of bats - fine, okay, why the hell not. But Eddie Munson is no hero, and he’s definitely not any sort of fighter either.

“No, you never did think so, did you?” Harrington mutters with a sad sort of fondness and the barest trace of a wistful smile. “But it’s true. Dustin was in danger and you didn’t even think twice. You ran right into the fray without a second thought, sacrificed yourself so that the rest of us might survive. Those bats nearly killed you, b-” he breaks, choking on whatever word he was going to say. His eyes swim with yet more unshed tears. “I almost thought they had killed you, you know. I thought you were dead when I carried you out of the Upside-Down,” he admits shakily, choked up and barely managed, “and even when I brought you here and you were stable, I was still so scared you wouldn’t wake up…” 

Eddie doesn’t know how to react to any of that information or to such a display of emotion. His own hands twitch now with the urge to reach out and comfort him, but he too denies that instinct. He tries for humor instead, something lighter, cracking a grin and teasing, “Aw, Stevie, I didn’t know you cared.” 

Harrington makes a sound halfway between a sob and a laugh. “Oh, Ed, you have no idea.” 

“We were friends then, weren’t we?” Eddie guesses now, carefully. It’s rapidly becoming the only possible explanation for the guy’s behavior around him. “Before all the Vecna stuff?”

“Yeah,” Harrington manages, forcing a small, sad smile as his eyes finally overflow and streak his cheeks with tears. “Yeah, we were good friends.” 

~

Wayne reenters the room then with a nurse in tow, and Steve quickly turns away and rubs his hands over his face. He needs to pull himself together; he can’t break down right now, not yet, not here. 

He listens, distantly, as the nurse asks Eddie a bunch of questions and then tells the rest of them that she needs to take him in for some tests to determine the cause and prognosis of Eddie’s amnesia. He watches, numbly, as she wheels Eddie’s entire bed out of the room. 

Steve can barely hear, barely see, his emotion clouding his eyes and roaring in his ears. He stares blankly through the open doorway and struggles to swallow down the ever-rising lump in his throat. 

Wayne’s voice rumbles from somewhere beside him, but he can’t quite make out the words. “What?” 

“I’ll take that as a no, then,” Wayne says, the sound reaching Steve’s ears a little clearer now. “I asked if you were alright.” 

Steve shakes his head. His voice comes out coarse and raw, “‘Course I’m not alright.” 

“Right, ‘course you’re not,” Wayne echoes. He follows Steve’s mournful gaze to the door Eddie had disappeared through. “What did you tell him?” 

“Told him he was a hero,” Steve croaks, “...and that we were good friends.”

“Ah…” Steve’s vision is so blurred behind a thick layer of tears he can’t see the sympathetic frown on the old man’s face, but he knows it’s there. “At least he’s alive, kid,” Wayne tries to be comforting. “You can always start over.” 

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t- I don’t want to start over, I just want-” Steve chokes back a sob. He just wants Eddie.

It’s a horrible thought, but Steve almost thinks that this just might be worse than if Eddie really had died… Because how is Steve supposed to handle the fact that his boyfriend of 9 months no longer knows him? How is he supposed to cope now that the love of his life looks right at him and no longer sees him?

He closes his eyes, presses the heels of his palms into his eyelids, inhaling a shaky breath and exhaling an even shakier sigh. Steve whispers, “It feels like I’m losing him all over again.” 

(part two is here!)

(also on ao3)

[tinyluvs]

⁺‧₊˚ ruined orgasm 𖤐 swiss&dewdrop ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; dew gets a handjob that’s too fast and too tight ❥ warnings; ruined orgasm, it doesn’t feel good but dew asked for it, crybaby!dewdrop, he cries a whole lot, it’s all consensual ❥ authors note; based on these crybaby!dew thoughts ;))) ❥ wc; 1.8k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

it’s a pre ritual, ritual, of sorts. papa talks, awkwardly albeit, doing his best to be a hype man while the ghouls sit and listen, occasionally nodding their heads to show that they’re listening to their leader. swiss is listening, his head is tilted down though, his fingers busying themselves with rolling up his uniform shirt sleeves as he leans on an empty equipment box 

if swiss wasn’t listening he might’ve noticed dewdrop squirming across from him, the smaller ghoul perched on the edge of an identical box. if swiss wasn’t so busy with his sleeves he also would’ve noticed dew sliding his palm over the very noticeable tent in his uniform trousers, but, swiss is busy so he’s not paying any attention to dewdrop, much to the fire ghouls disappointment 

“so, uh, just go out there and do your best, yes?” papa finishes his speech, raising one of his eyebrows and giving the ghouls a thumbs up, effectively dismissing them. a quiet murmur passes over the group, ghouls standing and stretching their legs out, ready to make their way to the stage 

swiss goes to follow, tilting his head from one side to the other before stepping away from the box to fall in with the single file line of ghouls following papa. he would be the penultimate ghoul, leaving dewdrop to bring up the rear but the fire ghoul has a rather pressing issue that just won’t, can’t, wait until after the show

dewdrop loops his thin fingers around swiss’ wrist and tugs hard, forcefully turning the larger ghoul towards him, “swiss,” he hisses quietly, peeking around swiss to make sure everyone is still walking away from them, out of earshot, “help,”

“help with what?” swiss hisses back, bending ever so slightly to hover over dew. their very obvious size difference is suddenly even more noticeable. sharp golden eyes burn into dew, forcing him to shrink away, his fingers dropping from around swiss’ wrist 

before dewdrop can answer verbally, his hips jerk forward, a clumsy movement that swiss notices. bright eyes travel downwards, terribly slowly and dew can’t help but shudder when swiss’ eyes widen as he watches dew’s clothed cock kick, a little damp patch starting to darken the fabric 

“you-”

both of their bodies jerk slightly when a voice echos around them, a reminder that they need to be on the stage in less than five minutes. immediately, the warning makes dew’s blood run cold, a sense of urgency and desperation flowing through his veins fast

“you’ll have to wait,” swiss whispers, straightening his body, his hands smoothing over his uniform. dew, however, doesn’t move. he stays planted in his spot, staring up at swiss helplessly but to his dismay, the multi ghoul just shrugs at him and turns to leave 

“no, i can’t,” dew physically winces at the tone in his voice, a high whine that they both know all too well, as he grabs at swiss, nimble fingers pinching at the fabric around his waist, “swiss, i-i can’t,” 

tears threaten to spill, an awful burn lingering in the back of dew’s throat as he pleads, begs, swiss to do something, anything to help him out. a timer in his head counts down, time rapidly fleeting as they stand still, swiss turned away and dew still pathetically pawing at him

“fucking lucifer,” swiss huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turns back towards the smaller ghoul. he shoves at dew, walking him backwards until they’re mostly hidden between equipment trunks, “c’mon then,”

there’s nothing gentle about swiss’ movements as he shoves dew’s pants down around his thighs, freeing the fire ghouls cock and exposing it to the cold air around them causing dew to hiss, his little fists clenching at his sides 

swiss, unfortunately, doesn’t have time for foreplay. doesn’t have time to take in how dew’s cock is flushed a gorgeous deep shade of red, how thick pre leaks from his ruddy head or how dew stares up at him, his breathing slow and shallow with anticipation and maybe just a hint of excitement 

he also doesn’t have time to prep dew in any way, can’t get his cock all slick and wet so the slide of his fist is easy, or at least, bearable. so, as he wraps a cold hand around dew’s dry cock and starts to jerk, dew yelps

“hey wa-”

“shut up,” swiss hisses against dew’s ear, pressing right up against the side of the fire ghouls body until dew is trapped between him and a box, the metal edging on it biting into the back of dew’s thighs, “you wanted this,”

“but,” dew manages to get one single word out before swiss clamps a hand over his mouth. the fire ghoul gasps, as best he can, his body jerks and tears start to slip down his cheeks 

it’s all far too overwhelming. the tight dry slide of swiss’ hand over his sensitive skin, the time limit they’re on and the fact that anyone could wander back and catch them, makes dew sweat, his compression shirt feeling awfully constricting around his body 

“you asked for this,” swiss whispers, squeezing even tighter around the tip of dew’s weeping cock, his fingers starting to get slick and sticky as they slide against dew’s slit, “didn’t you?”

dew’s head tilts back, hot tears running down his face earnestly now, while he tries his best to nod his head. the rest of his body is rigid, too scared to move incase swiss turns around and leaves him there, dripping pre into a puddle on the floor

suddenly, the same voice from before shouts out again. this time though, the reminder is for three minutes, instead of five. dew’s eyes widen, his brows pulling at the center of his forehead. he tries to speak but it just comes out as a sad muffled sound against swiss’ hand 

his desperation must be felt by swiss though, the multi ghoul rolls his eyes and removes his hand from dew’s cock, ignoring the way dew growls quietly, to spit into his palm, “fucking hell dew,” he grunts, the stupidity of what he’s doing really starting to set in 

swiss’ hand returns to its place, wrapped tight around dew’s cock but his pace quickens tenfold. his fist flies over dew’s length, from root to tip with a sickening slide causing a pained, ah ah ah, to leave dew’s mouth, his hot breath fanning over swiss’ sweaty palm but swiss doesn’t relent

the underlying problem comes to the surface fast, hits dew like a runaway train, none of it feels good. the heat in his stomach doesn’t spread slowly, the coil doesn’t tighten gently. it all happens utterly too fast, dancing on the wrong side of pain but still, he needs it and that revelation makes him sob

fat tears stream down his face, wetting swiss’ hand at his mouth before dripping down onto his uniform. his lashes clump together and the saltiness starts to burn his cheeks, it all just feels wrong 

“sw-iss,” dew hiccups, his chest raising and falling in an uneven rhythm. his hand flies back, knuckles turning white as he grips onto the edge of the box he’s sat on. if his brain wasn’t melting out of his ears, he would be able to register the way the sharp metal digs painfully into the pads of his fingers 

a slick wet sound fills the space between them, swiss’ eyes flickering down just in time to see dew’s cock throb, a thick bead of pre bubbling from his slit and then his gaze returns, burning into the side of the fire ghouls head until dew’s cheeks heat further, flushing violently hot

“hurry up and fucking cum, we don’t have time,” swiss grits out between clenched teeth, his own composure starting to slip as panic sets in, they really don’t have time for this but they’re far past the point of no return now

but, swiss knows dew is close. the way dew’s eyelids droop, stuck between open and shut. the way his stomach is clenching underneath his uniform. the way his cock is pulsing in swiss’ palm. the way his hips are starting to buck, meeting swiss’ movements on every other jerk, are all very telling things that signal to dew’s end 

and then, not a moment too soon, dew wails, shouts ever so loudly that swiss mentally thanks lucifer himself for his hand muffling the noise. with a searing burn and little to no satisfaction, dew’s orgasm rattles through his lithe body 

his cock throbs pitifully as cum dribbles, almost miserably, from his slit. swiss lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, squeezing tight at dew’s tip until a thick stream of cum runs over his fingers

dew hisses as it all happens, a coil snapping horribly in his stomach. his eyes pinch shut, forcing hot tears to slip down his cheeks, dripping from his jaw to mix with the small puddle of cum between his boots 

swiss does his best to work the fire ghoul through it as fast as he can but someone starts counting down from sixty seconds and it forces his hands away from dew’s body slightly too soon 

“fuck swiss,” dew grizzles, letting swiss wipe at his eyes with one of his sleeves while dew tries to pull his pants back up, “ouch, s-shit,” he grimaces as he tucks his sensitive cock into his pants, the fabric feeling wholly too rough against his chafed skin

“think the word you’re looking for is thanks,” swiss points out, though it’s light, easy, nothing meant by it. dew glares at him anyway though, earning himself a grin from the multi ghoul, “let’s go,”

“fourty, thirty nine,..”

dew grumbles, wiping at the stream of tears that won’t seem to stop as he follows swiss on wobbly legs, “thanks,” he finally huffs, managing to match swiss’ speed, even though he has to take three times as many steps as his taller counterpart 

swiss doesn’t reply, his mouth busy cleaning and licking cum from his fingers as they draw closer to the rest of their pack, the tallest of the ghouls eyeing them suspiciously, “where were you two?” mountain asks, turning everyone’s attention to swiss and dew, the latter still crying softly to himself 

“nowhere,” swiss answers nonchalantly, his shoulders rolling as someone shoves his mask into his hands, dew getting his thrown to him. his answer may not satisfy anyone’s nosiness but there’s no time for more questions as they slip their masks on, finally ready 

“fifteen, fourteen..,”

a guitar is passed to dewdrop and then the ghouls step out onto the stage, hidden by fabric draped from the ceiling to the floor, “promise when the shows finished i’ll make you cum properly,” swiss mumbles to dew, sliding past him to go in separate directions

dew blinks through his mask, swallowing thickly underneath black fabric as he’s stuck watching swiss clambering up onto his little stage before winking down at him, “promise i’ll really make you cry,”

“ten, nine,..”

for the first time ever, dewdrop can’t wait for the show to be over and it hasn’t even begun yet 

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! & comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah! send prompts to my ask box!

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[nero-neptune]

they canceled étoile??? amy sherman-palladino already delivered a 22 emmy-winning 5 season amazon prime show ("the marvelous mrs maisel"), and amazon thanks her by canceling her very next show on their platform???

[takeislandanim]

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[lyril]

mmmokay i do have a little beneath the trees thought of my own, but about präludium. i was definitely off-put and fascinated by otto's brief appearance. he's very friendly, in a way where it's innocuous enough, while still feeling... kind of #Weird!

however, it's an interesting subversion — like, the situation: you're all alone in a foreign country, you hitch-hike and this oh-so-friendly stranger notices you're (...young, and) all alone, is immediately a little overinvested in a connection with you, and then suddenly invites you out on a private trip (as, y'know, the safer, less expensive, more interesting option) between the two of you where you'd also have to hike out a few hours. sure, it was in a more casual time. and yet it just kinda sounds like something that would end badly, the sort of situation where you wish you could have faith in humanity, but where we're accustomed to feel like the set-up here is the beginning of a murder victim re-cap... and it is. just not from the side we've come to expect! in the end, otto doesn't actually do anything, because it was sam who was the budding red flag, and he ends up being the one murdered!

[hergrandplan]

Hey Nina 💜,

Okay I'm super super late, so I don't know if you still wanna do this, but Wilmon x Call me ?

Hi Sophia 💜 thank you for sending this! And I still love how you said that you're late sending this in while I am answering this only now! I had two ideas for this, and I will still post the other one (i think, albeit on ao3) but this one just called to me more :)))) it's a bit short, but originally this was meant to be a drabble anyways!!! Enjoy 💜

TW: Blood

Send me a prompt from this list and get a ficlet if you want!

It wasn't the incessant knocking that got Simon to finally open the door, nor was it the ruckus outside of someone stumbling over something, probably one of his chairs out front falling down.

No, it was the soft, barely audible through the door "Simon" from a voice that he dreamed of every night. A voice for which he would do anything.

A voice that sounded so broken that Simon bolted to the door, ignoring all his usual safety measures of checking the cameras scattered around the building for any suspicious cars or people lurking the alley.

When he opened the door, Wille looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, his mouth open in what — another plea? A cry for help?

And then, again, his name, but this time as a sigh of relief — "Simon".

Wille almost fell into Simon's arms, stumbling over the treshold and clutching his side, which was already a deep, deep —

fuck.

Red.

Fuck the safety measures. Fuck it all to hell.

He pulled Wille in and slammed the door shut shut behind them. Wille's arms came up around him, squeezing the air out of his Simon's lungs as if Simon was the one who needed to be held up — how Wille still had the strength, Simon had no idea.

The safety and darkness of his small 1-bedroom apartment enveloped them. He couldn't see Wille's face, could only hear his heavy breathing, but for the moment at least he was safe.

And then Wille winced, and Simon didn't need to see his face to know he was biting his lip, probably drawing blood if it wasn't cut already.

"What the hell did you do?"

But Wille didn't answer. He just looked at Simon, and even in the dim light from the street lights outside — the only source of light in the room — he could see a smile wavering on his face despite the tears threatening to spill. Wille opened his mouth as if he was going to say something again, but instead of words he just gasped, his eyes widening.

And then Wille collapsed.

[girlnextvore]

How it feels to be smart and to understand the sabbat as a whole

[nyaa]

Watanabe Akio, Comic Market 55 (1998)

[swordscleric]

I can't stop thinking about the post from a few days ago about how Critical Role has been great at doing personal faith but didn't put the necessary work in to discuss the religious/god angle of c3 in-depth. Like the fact that Cardinal Respa was linked to both the Dawnfather and the Chained Oblivion is, on a personal level, very interesting (fallen/corrupted priest goes hard) but like does that mean that there's a Papacy somewhere in Exandria dedicated to the Dawnfather? If so, are there more cardinals who ordain the bishops of the Dawnfather? Are there Conclave-level intrigues going on in the Dawnfather's Sistine Chapel? Why is the Dawnfather so Christianity-coded in vibes alone if there's no actual outline of his religious organisations? With Downfall the Dawnchild/Dawnfather thing makes the allusions to Christ as Son of God co-existing with the Father textual - was there a Dawnfather Schism around whether the Dawnchild was a separate mortal? Was there a Reformation about how the Dawnfather's Pope kept selling indulgences? Is that why the priest of the Dawnfather Grog & Pike offer a drink to doesn't partake because of a cultural shift between Protestant-Temperance-League-coded and Catholic-coded Dawnfather congregations? Why do I have so many questions about the religious organisation of one of the most important Prime Deities in Exandria and to Critical Role's 3 campaigns? How on earth were the cast (and us as the viewers!) meant to care about the gods if all they had were "really tall kings" instead of interrogating how religious organisations provide both a place of healing and community to a wide range of people and also a place of horrific harm and abuse for a wide range of people?

[scisac]

"but you could be so much more. you could be beautiful."

[tinderbox210]

A Tale Of Two Kingdoms (movie mashup AU)

After the war and the great plague, the land was divided. The woodland belongs to the apes and the old settlements belong to the humans now. As long they respect the other's territory, peace maintains, but new conflicts between both species seem inevitable.

Knowing coexistence is only possible if both species start to understand each other better, Ceasar, the leader of the Eagle Clan, sets out on a diplomatic mission to meet with one of the humans' spokeperson named Malcolm. Noa, Ceasar's son who has yet to live up to his father's expectations as the future leader of the clan, accompanies his father's delegation to the human colony where he meets Malcolm's rebellious daughter Mae, who likes to sneak out of the colony to explore the old city ruins.

While Ceasar and Malcolm work together to establish long-term peace between the two species, Noa and Mae grow closer on their secret adventures and fall in love against the odds. But dark forces on both sides rise to prohibit the alliance between apes and humans.

Coba, Cesar's oldest friend and Noa's godfather who despises humans, betrays the Eagle Clan by turning to Proximus, the leader of a rival clan who seeks dominion over both apes and humans. Coba and Proximus attempt to assassinate Ceasar, leaving him severly injured while they take charge of the apes and attack the colony.

Meanwhile Malcolm's political rival Korina contacts Colonel McCullough, the ruthless leader of a mercenary army, to help the colony get rid of their ape problem. When the soldiers attack the apes and start to threaten the colonists as well, Koba sacrifices himself to save Noa and make up for his betrayal. Stepping into his father's footsteps Noa confronts Proximus and defeats him while Mae saves the colony by blowing up the Colonel's base.

After defeating their common enemies, apes and humans forge a new alliance with Noa and Mae's love as a beacon of hope for a better future and peaceful coexistence between apes and humans. edit

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☎️ my first character i ever roleplayed 🎾 what type of genre of roleplay i prefer to write 🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me

prompt: my experience in the roleplaying community, @amatorial

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me.

there's a few blogs that inspire me that i have gotten to write with, and it's just because i am enjoying the content that's being put out. there's also a lot of people here who are just so downright creative whether that pertains to character graphics, the way they write their characters ect. @sm4llville (once again sorry for the callout big, is one of those people who really gets that clark kent interpretation, y'know?? also i have only gotten to know them briefly but @loisl4ne with her interpretation of THAT lois lane from that show?? we love smallville here, i will tolerate no hate. jks you can be critical of the show but smallville has importance here.

going over towards the marvel side, it's been really cool seeing all these different takes, the way people have tailored all these characters in a way that's true to them but also adding a touch of themselves. gonna say just say point blank that i am still new to comic books so the mcu has honestly been my gateway to marvel but seeing @startaxian (astro) and @kingspartax (eli's) take on peter quill / star-lord has been such a joyride. i really love peter quill and i'll always get excited about new portrayals that take him further and beyond with what the mcu originally did for him because he such a fun character that deserves the world. @fntstic, @soulbarer and @diam1nd are also always just a positive space on my dash. like i said, don't know much about marvel characters outside their visual media appearances so i have been learning a lot just through their portrayals and dior (i really am loving all the fluffy shenanigans booster and emma are going through even if they are really slow and drawn out from my end)

taking it over to the dc side of things, @rotinto's take on poison ivy is so much fun with all their aesthetics and the prose being used in their writing. there was a lot of thought there with your portrayal and she's just so great, cunning, sultry and all those things i love about her and i do love the little horror you have incorporated all around. i am just having a blast with the little thread thing we have going on. it's campy, and a very booster coded encounter. few blogs that i also follow / have just started following but will get a shoutout because: @supurman, @identitysolved, @themiscira, @bruz3r i actually dont follow many dc blogs?? rip. the fandom is pretty tiny.

and finally these are just the blogs that are just really fun, have characters i really enjoy / have interest from my end but are also just lovely people: @warplanet, @print17, @bdazzled / @serendpitous, @darehearts, @ronins, @cqnna, @strangewonderful, @wldwst / @xitmusic, @f1llgraves / @redcr0ss, @unhalloweds, @amatorial, @bycain, @bychuck, @fireho3s, @fablelike