#y'all are so predictable

[impmansloot]

in a weird way k*r'niss became my mortal enemy or rather a mental punching bag/scapegoat to me cause i find it annoying how this mf who spent like 10 seconds on screen before you kill him gets more content and appreciation by the fandom than fleshed out companions you spend time with since early hours of the game cough cough wyll cough cough

[ryllen]

tbh i agree with this one

[lay-z]

KYLE FREE USING YOU FOR A WEEKEND WHILE JOHNNY IS A CUCKOLD; NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH, ONLY ABLE TO WATCH AS HIS FELLOW SERGEANT RUINS YOU REPEATEDLY AS HE PLEASES THROUGHOUT THE DAY 🩷

[gingermintpepper]

Writing Apollo-as-a-young-deity is fun because sometimes it involves completely making shit up based on the loose outline of a story told through old poems, prayers and plays and other times it involves researching the totally legit and well documented ancient art of studying sheep livers to make sure your statesmen don't accidentally piss off Jupiter.

In completely unrelated news, if anyone has any recommendations for books about bird augury, that'd be wonderful.

[skyrim-forever]

"So I've been thinking about a new tes character"

"Which Altmer man is it?"

[sceebybeeby]

greg get off your damn phone

[mikayuumouse]

HI OH MY GOD SINCE RHERES A NEW CHAPLTER SOON WHAT ARR YOUR THEOURIES HIDIHRHEHDHHEH

HII AAA I KNOW I KNOW MDSJCDKGSHDG I'M SO EXCITED ALSO FUCKKKKKK IDK WHERE I'M GOING TO GET A TRANSLATION

This chapter. Better be so full of Sskk. That i spontaneously combust.

PLEASE ASAGIRI AAGFHDSZCBCHFJ I freaking n e e d to know what happens next with Akutagawa. More character introspection for Akutagawa letting us learn more? Does Amenogozen "kill" him and he reunites with Atsushi in the fourth dimension somehow? Does Fyodor see Akutagawa's desperate state and try to manipulate him, knowing Akutagawa means so much to Atsushi? Does he finish his sentence of "and then..."?

IM GOING INSANE

AND ATSUSHI'S CURRENT SIDE OF THE STORY FFSJKLGHFKGUJ. UEDA?? HELLO??? I NEED A BACKSTORY, ASAGIRI

I definitely hope to see more of Atsushi in 124 but also I have a feeling his character is going to be even more mentally and emotionally tortured by the plot. Seeing the effect of the Headmaster, who he hates yet can't let go of, leaving him is

...painful

And Atsushi hardly has time to process all of this, because now he has to deal with whoever Ueda is (and maybe Ueda wants to kill him because maybe he's evil idfk 😭)

I'm fucking DYING for more of Atsushi Thinking About His Feelings For Akutagawa™. Please I need more of it. I want to know everything Atsushi thinks about him aaaaajfdjfjfszakitjfhdhd

(if 124 doesn't focus on either of sskk I'm going to cry because ASAGIRI YOU ARE LEAVING US ON DIABOLICAL CLIFF HANGERS. But maybe it'll focus on Skk, or maybe even get a peek inside Sigma's mind? Or maybe someone else, like Tecchou even. IDK ASAGIRI'S WRITING IS A LOOSE CANON AA)

[greennoobartist]

Hey again chat :D (ill have to stop using this greeting)

As it unplanningly turns out, the hiatus will last longer than I originally thought. After my brother's birthday last Saturday, things went a bit downhill (they were actually always there in the same spot i was just faking it for other reasons) so yeah. How long will it last i seriously don't know, but I assume it'd be around a week or two maybe. Or three. Just an early guess, i really don't know. It's nothing serious tbh it's just that ill zone out for a bit to keep things ok here. Some things got messed up and I got stuff to work on and i realized that the more I linger here the more I delay them :/ so yeah. Oh yeah and i wanna keep things at peace here and keeping my personal upset state out of here. So yeah, don't like saying it but projects and everything will be paused for a while due to reasons. Which unfortunately counts for TSoTT as well as much as I hate to say it. (Yeah I remember i said that chapter 5 should come out sooner but things didn't go out as planned and Ao3 is sometimes really messed up. Ill go edit that ik ik -_-)

All in all, to summarize: ill be gone for an undefined amount of time. How long is unknown even to me. You might see me online sometimes as ill check back in for some updates that I get or as ill edit some things here too. Ill probably see the mentions and asks and everything but won't answer, so if it's anything important or time restricted do feel free to specify and ill see to reply asap :)

Anyways, take care, stay safe and healthy and see y'all soon <3

[peaches2217]

Regarding a Certain Panda's Nightmares

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“I just… I keep having these nightmares, y’know? Real stupid stuff.” Po scoffed and tried to pass it off as a laugh, as if that alone could convince Tigress — maybe himself, too — that those dreams were as meaningless as he wished they were. “It’s always the same. Like… it’s snowing, but there’s fire everywhere, and I hear screaming all over the place, but I feel fine. I’m not cold if I touch the snow and I don’t burn if I touch the fire.”

The smile he gave Tigress was empty, and his eyes, though glancing between the cabinets, the table, and her, were somewhere on the other side of China.

A part of him truly did die there, she found herself thinking, though she forced the thought from her head at once. 

“That’s, uh, that’s usually all there is to it.” Po propped an elbow on the table in the unlit kitchen and rested his cheek on his fist, looking over Tigress’ shoulder at an ever-darkening nothing. “Sometimes it ends pretty quickly. Sometimes I see bodies and, uh, blood ‘n’ stuff. And sometimes I just hear the screaming, and then eventually I don’t hear anything anymore.” He shrugged. “But tonight’s the first time I actually…”

He swallowed heavily and tried half-heartedly to hide it behind his cup of tea. It was still full, but it had long since gone cold.

Tigress glanced down at his paw as he set it back on the table. His claws had grown out. Nothing drastic, and nowhere near as sharp as hers, but the usually blunted tips were reaching a point. He used the tip of his index claw to trace meaningless patterns into the birch.

“She, uh… she recognized me. Called me her little lotus flower. Said I’d gotten so big. But it was like, right in the middle of the, uh… the attack. So that was weird.”

Po looked down at his teacup, maybe observing his reflection in the cooled liquid. He looked so tired. Not the kind of tired brought about by a single sleepless night; no, this was just one of many in the past three weeks. 

“Tried telling her to run. Tried getting her to run with me, y’know, but… she said that, uh, well, my story didn’t have a happy beginning, but she was… uh, she was happy with the way hers ended. Told me she was proud of me. Then I woke up.” He blinked a few times, then his shoulders lifted, like his departed soul was returning to his body. “Just a real stupid dream, y’know? Borderline wish fulfillment. I mean, who would say something like that, right? I know she wouldn’t say that.”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know, but like… how do you die and then say you’re okay with it? I wouldn’t be okay with dying like that, especially if it was because…"

And his eyes grew glossy again, going someplace that Tigress, try though she might, couldn’t reach.

“Y’know, I-I don’t know how many… I mean, dozens? Hundreds, thousands? However many, it’s too many. And they’re all, uh, they’re all dead.” Po smacked his lips and shrugged again. “Because of me.”

“Po. You were a child. Nothing you could have done would have stopped it.” 

Tigress kept her voice low, in part to ensure she didn’t wake their teammates sleeping just a few rooms over, and in part so that he didn’t startle and back down. Any semblance of judgment or any suggestion that he had upset her with his words, and Po would apologize and thank her for listening and go back to his room to feign sleep until the morning gong rung. 

For someone so hell-bent on being open and friendly with everyone he met, he was fiercely self-reliant. That much they at least had in common.

“Well,” and Po smiled ruefully as he spoke, “maybe if I was never born…”

Tigress bit her tongue so sharply she tasted blood, because that was all she could do to keep from shutting him down. No, scolding him for such harmful thoughts would get them nowhere, not yet, not right now. “You think things might be different then?” she ventured instead.

“Can’t wipe out all the pandas if you never get told a panda’s gonna kick your butt one day. And that can’t happen if the panda who’s supposed to kick your butt doesn’t exist.”

Tigress averted her gaze to the tabletop as well, breathing as deeply and steadily as her cracked ribs would allow. Though Po had always, to some extent, carried feelings of resentment towards himself, they had never run this deep.

Or if they had, he’d simply never told her. Tigress preferred to think the former was the truth.

“Fate works in odd ways,” she said at last, slowly, thinking and then re-thinking each word before they left her mouth. “We can’t stop it, and we can’t control it. I’m inclined to believe that your absence wouldn’t have changed anything.”

For a moment, Po didn’t respond, just kept staring blankly at the table. Were it not for the minute shifting of his eyes, Tigress would have thought he hadn’t heard her.

“...you think?” Something in the way he asked it, maybe the way his voice fluttered or his brows lifted and scrunched, suggested that he was really considering her words. That was a good sign, at least.

“If it wasn’t you, it would have been someone else.”

“But it wouldn’t have been me.”

“People would still be dead, but the Valley wouldn’t have its Dragon Warrior. That would just ensure even more deaths.”

“Maybe the other panda woulda been the Dragon Warrior. Beat Tai Lung, brought peace, kept everyone safe.”

“But we’ll never know, will we? Because you were born, and this life is yours alone.” 

At that, Po nodded, though his face betrayed his despondency. 

I wouldn’t be okay with dying like that, he’d said only minutes earlier. But Tigress knew better. If given no other option, he’d happily die to protect others, especially the ones he held dear.

A tickle in the back of her throat made her cough, lightly, but enough to send a sharp pain through her chest.

A death wish in exchange for the safety and happiness of their loved ones. That was something else they had in common, for sure.

“For what it’s worth…” Tigress mulled over her thoughts for a brief moment. Would someone just like him have come along had he never entered the world? Perhaps. Perhaps the days at the Jade Palace would still be made lighter, and perhaps the meals they shared would still be just as flavorful, and perhaps she would still have found comfort and joy when she had long since given up on such things being part of her life.

But it would still be a world without Po. And such a world was a world Tigress didn’t want to think about, much less be a part of.

“I’m glad that you were born,” was what she finally decided on. “And I know for a fact I’m only one of many who feels that way.”

Po smiled down at his paws. It was small, barely enough to be called a smile, really. But it was warm, genuine, almost alien yet achingly familiar.

“I’m… I’m glad you were born too.”

At that, Tigress smiled in turn.

They didn’t really say much after that. They sat in shared silence until the darkness lightened with the impending dawn, at which point Tigress suggested they at least try to rest, if only for an hour or so. And though these all-nighters had become routine over the past weeks, when Po bid Tigress a good night (“Er, uh— good morning, early morning, I guess”) and ducked his head in thanks, she noticed he looked less tired than he had since they’d returned to the Valley.

It wasn’t some miraculous recovery. But little by little, her best friend was returning.

The thought dulled the pain of her broken bones and quieted her racing thoughts, and it made an hour of sleep feel like a slow and blissful eternity.

[dollypopup]

listen. . .words TRULY cannot explain how vindicated i am feeling in the fandom after all these interviews and snippets

do you even KNOW how much hate I got for writing Come Over Here and Profound for Me? where Penelope was guilt spiraling over all she did as LW? and people accused me of being a 'psychopath' and needing therapy (as if being in therapy is a. . .bad thing?) and being oh so unfair to Penelope because she was beating herself up a lot and her friends were hurt and betrayed?

and then we got the clip of her talking down to herself, about how embarrassing she is and how no one wants her and 'of course you wouldn't want to court me' and how sad he was about how lowly she sees herself.

how absolutely baffled I was over the narrative that every new male character would be a suitor for her? how little sense it made and how Penelope was for us unseen girlies and her being a diamond would be weird and ooc and unfulfilling?

and then it was revealed that Dankworth is Prudence's husband, and that Anderson is a hit with the older ladies, hinting he's there for Violet (as a continuation of her Queen Charlotte storyline) and that Debling is in a grand total of two episodes and that even Adjoa Andoh said the season was for the wallflowers.

how confused i was over monolithic 'Penelope is a girlboss and never did anything wrong!' narratives that happened over and over in our fandom and that Colin would grovel and beg and cry to be in Penelope's good graces again over one comment?

and then the clip came out and the person she was actually dragging was herself and the worst thing she called him was 'cruel' and just about one day later she's staring into his eyes and telling him how beautiful they are and how they shine when he's kind

how peeps insisted he'd be just fine when the truth comes out that Penelope is Lady Whistledown and that he'd find her clever or already knows or wouldn't be upset at all?

LINK

Interviewer: 'How do you think Colin would react if he found out she's LW?' LN: 'He would react. . .worst out of everyone in the ton' NC: 'She slagged off a LOT of people! I'm like 'Girl, you should be worried!' LN: 'He's also a sensitive boy! We'll see, I'm sure'

i'm not gonna name names. . .but some of y'all owe a LOT of people in this fandom a LOT of apologies

[paigemathews]

Hey, remember that I had a battle royale poll going on for your favorite minor character? Yeah, me neither, it's been almost a year oops. But here's the other half of season four!

[exercise-of-trust]

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[sainz100]

Fernando Alonso arriving on Media Day ahead of the 2024 Singapore GP | 📸 by Denzyl KY

[therantingsage]

More doodlesssssss @protectorcraft. I actually will keep drawing them repeatedly because they live in my brain. Not super confident in the paws on the first pic? But this is mostly theorizing via design exploration rather than asserting any of these details as genuine headcanon. Fun story, fun imagery in general

[phasesofpencils]

I started watching Dungeon Meshi and i feel like I've been misled by you guys about Kabru, i thought he was gonna be some cool hypercompetent adventurer. But instead he's incapable of not dying to monsters with main character syndrome ahabfjwhfjqm. He's such a loser i love him for that.