#But it comes from a place of love

[starcurtain]

The Kinda Unhinged Ratiorine Fic I Want to Read

In an (admittedly very contrived) AU situation, Dr. Ratio finds out he's about to be cut out of his (mostly estranged) family's inheritance forever because of his complete lack of interest in continuing the family line. Which, all factors considered, does make perfectly logical sense. Investment of capital should go to the branch of the lineage most likely to benefit from it, and Cousin Tiberius has five sons and daughters already. Let the house and the trust fund go to them.

But the library.

There's absolutely no way Veritas could bear to be permanently parted from the staggering assemblage of paper volumes under his collected family's auspices. Not only would being separated from tomes so full of memories be heart-wrenching, but think of the devastating blow to his research! There are records in those archives that no other mortal eyes have ever gazed upon!

So there's only one solution for it: He needs to pass on his family name, immediately.

(Andddd the rest is under a read more because what is brevity?)

Problem 1: Veritas Ratio is very gay.

Problem 2: Statistically, single men have the lowest chance of being selected for adoption placement, and this Child Welfare Agent is looking at his alabaster head very, very strangely.

Think, Ratio, think. What is the most efficient way to solve such a tedious quandary?

The obvious first step is to increase his likelihood of being selected by the adoption agency, and the quickest way to do that is... Eureka! How elegant a design! He just needs to enter into a (temporary) committed and stable partnership to demonstrate a degree of domestic dedication and home-building prowess!

Problem 3: ...Where in the universe is he going to find a stable and committed man willing to marry him?

Ratio does not exactly possess the world's most endearing personality. He might... never have had any form of romantic relationship lasting past a one-night stand even, because it turns out most people don't like being scored a 2/10 on their technique during intercourse.

So he's probably not going to find a stable and committed man.

But... He might at least find someone willing--for the right price.

Enter Aventurine (stage left). He's as expensive as they come, the greatest reward saved for the highest bidder, but despite his festering ambitions, he's still trapped as nothing more than a high-class escort, owned by a company the IPC has on the books as selling everything but what they actually trade in: Avgin slaves.

Sigonians... The reputation--and sleazy men's curiosity--precedes him, and though he only has to get on his knees for the truly bold nowadays, he hasn't yet been able to make the ultimate gamble, pull the last string needed to finally gain his freedom: the freedom to live his life as he pleases--and to enact every ounce of vengeance he's been storing for decades like cards up his sleeves.

Until now.

Until an absolute madman shows up at the underground headquarters waving around an offer that no average person would possibly make: He wants to buy Aventurine and wed him.

(Because marrying a Sigonian thrall is a safe and sane thing that safe and sane people do.)

The offer is far too good to be trusted: A real marriage certificate but a perfectly fake marriage, a no-fault divorce once an adoption is finalized, and a guaranteed sponsor for his citizenship documents. A year or two of fake homemaking, this Veritas Ratio claims, and then Aventurine can walk away a completely free man, no strings--no chains--attached.

Well, Aventurine of the Myriad Stratagems has always held one skill dearer to his heart than any other: a crystal clear knowledge of when to fold--and when to go all in.

(...Problem 4: Amber Lord help him, Aventurine's new husband is the most irritating man in the entire universe.)

Alas, if only that was their biggest problem. Somewhere between learning to navigate the citizenship process, the adoption process, a truly unacceptable level of systemic racism, and also, increasingly, each other, Ratio and Aventurine discover that the circumstances of their lives might be far more entangled than they ever could have imagined from the beginning, and the same shadowy parties that profited off Aventurine's existence might have a vested interest in parting Ratio from valuable research secrets--permanently.

While struggling to maintain a charming and loving facade and struggling not to kill each other behind the scenes, Aventurine and Ratio also end up having to out-roll and out-plan a particularly dangerous enemy; something they can really only do together.

Or, tl;dr: Dr. Ratio chooses the most efficient but most unhinged method of finding a husband that intelligence could possibly contrive, only to determine that marrying a guy whose track record for unexplained deaths matches his track record for card counting really is the encyclopedic opposite of "committed and stable." Ridiculously enough, the trouble they get into is almost entirely Ratio's fault, the only one who is remotely convincing in front of the Child Welfare Agency is Aventurine, and sometimes it turns out the guy you married for the library ends up being the guy you married for life.

[spookyspecterino]

Just finished the main quest for Starfield and I have many feelings. And those feelings are manifesting themselves into fic ideas.

I guess there isn't really a point to this post other than to get my feelings down in writing and see how it compares to everyone else's.

I've put them all below the cut for those who don't want spoilers.

Ok yeah.. so where do I even start?

The fact that you get split up from your followers and in the new universe everyone is kinda ??? about you. I get it, I do, but like... that hurts so much. I feel so empty. I spent hours and hours talking to them, doing their quests, getting to know them, and bonding--and poof, I'm alone in a universe where none of them are the same and I can't grow close to any of them again.

And at the end, in our original universe, Sam is encouraging us to go into the Unity even though he knows we probably won't end up together in the next universe... BETHESDA that's not ROMANTIC that's TRAGIC. It was like a gut punch hearing Sam say we would miss each other till the end of days but had to do this anyway--and then to say he's bringing CORA, too? HUH?? You're going to not only take her away from her mother and grandfather, but also throw a 12 y/o into a new universe ALONE???

Some things are going to change in my fics, I tell you what. All of it doesn't sit well with me.

And the absolute hollowness of the new universe!! A little bit into it and I'm sitting there going I WANT TO GO BACK, PLEASE LET ME GO BACK. It just feels like the whole thing is entirely NOT WORTH IT.

I've lost Sam, I've lost Cora, and all my other companions. The emotional disconnect from the new universe companions leaves a GIANT hole in my heart. I am hurting. What is the point??

All this has done is inspire me with the most heart-wrenching angst fics I've ever thought of, and to start the whole game over again. Don't get me wrong, I LOVED this game up until this point. And I like how they're trying to do this death/rebirth motif and the impact you the player has on your world. EXCEPT, if you want me to keep playing, the companions are a large part of what made the game good for me and everything after has felt oddly lazy--like they gave up trying to make the game unique and meaningful after. The 10 different NG+ differences are fine. But still empty, and you're left with busy work in the form of artifact collection. I really regret going to a new universe, but the whole game, and your followers, are all pushing you to do it--so the game is pushing you to do this, but for what? I was so excited for the possibilities for what comes next...but it fell so flat for me. At least I can channel this pain into writing fics.

...Ok, well... rant over. If you've gotten this far, thanks for reading this jumbled, emotional mess. This isn't meant to be a review either, just my perspective. So if you enjoyed this NG+ aspect, I'm genuinely happy for you. Let me know what your thoughts were on the end of the game, or if I've missed something crucial and I should keep going with my original character.

[totentnz]

SIR I LOVE YOU

SIR YOU LOVE ME

[platoapproved]

louis + cruelty

[mysteriesofmarcy]

There's been a lot of misinformation going around about me today. So I thought I'd clear the air. I know it's a little long, but please read this post thoroughly and ask any questions you may have before making any snap decisions about me.

If you are transgender, or homosexual or anything similar, know that I do not hate you. If I did, I would encourage you to keep going down that dark path.

But because I have nothing but love for humanity, I encourage you to open your Bible and develop a relationship with the perfectly loving but also perfectly just God who loves you enough to let Himself suffer unimaginable torture so that you don't have to.

Let me expand upon that.

God is perfectly just. That's why He has no choice but to punish sin. And that's ALL sins: homosexuality, transgenderism, and all other forms of sexual perversion included (in the 7th Commandment). If you want a comprehensive list of sins, look no further than the Ten Commandments (which I have listed below). I mean seriously, look no further. The Old Testament Laws are no longer necessary unless they are backed up by one of the ten, which Jesus further summed up when He said "The first and most important commandment is this: Love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength. And the second is like it: love your neighbor as yourself." The first of the two sums up the first four commandments, and the other sums up the other six.

BUT, God is also perfectly loving. That's why He gives YOU a choice of who is to be punished for your sins. You can choose yourself, or you can choose Him. If you choose yourself, you have to pay that price forever. But if you choose Him, the price has already been paid.

I find that a lot of people are angry about this choice. But why? Because they view it as a loving God choosing to put people in hell. These people have already chosen themselves. But even for them, it is not too late to choose Jesus as long as there is breath in their lungs.

How you SHOULD view this is as a just God being forced to put people in hell because by His nature He cannot tolerate sin, but a loving God opening up a path to heaven because He just loves humanity that much.

If you're looking for the Ten Commandments translated into language you can understand, here they are:

Do not worship anyone or anything except God.

Do not worship a statue of anything or anyone.

If you say God's name, you better be talking about God.

Take one day a week to worship God and to rest from your normal routine. (NOTE: This does not have to be Sunday. Look at pastors, football players, emergency workers, and everyone else who works on Sundays. Nor does it have to be Saturday, as it is in the Jewish culture.)

Honor your parents. (NOTE: this does not say "Obey your parents." While yes, this does usually mean you should obey your parents, exceptions are made because your parents might tell you to do something that violates the other commandments.)

Do not murder people. (NOTE: this does not say "Don't kill people." While yes, this does usually mean you should not kill people, exceptions are made because murder is unjustified killing.)

Do not have sex outside of your heterosexual marriage.

Do not steal.

Do not lie in a way that's detrimental to other people. (NOTE: this does not say "Don't lie." While yes, this does usually mean don't lie, exceptions are made because occasionally, lying can be beneficial to God or to others -- just look at Rahab. She lied, and it was credited to her as righteousness.)

If you want something, obtain it legitimately or not at all -- no breaking the other commandments to get it. (NOTE: this does not say "Don't want anything." The original word used here is "covet," which implies a desire so strong you will go to any length to get what you want. Look at Jesus. He wanted things. Every human who ever lived has wanted things. But Jesus shows what it is to not covet when He is tempted in the desert after starving for 40 days and doesn't give in.)

Those are the rules. As a human myself, they are rules I must live by. And as a human yourself, they are rules that YOU must live by as well.

But, and here's the core message of this post, even if you break all ten of those commandments on a regular basis, you can still come back to Jesus and let Him take the load off you.

Does that mean you should keep breaking them on purpose, just so you can get away with more? No, of course not. But it means you will be forgiven as many times as you do break these rules, if you accept it.

So in short:

I do not hate you. God does not hate you. But God does hate certain actions, and my job is to let you know what those actions are. But even if you take those actions, you are never too far gone to be forgiven of all of them in just a moment.

[chloesimaginationthings]

New FNAF clown Jackie from secret of the Mimic!!

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[stuckinapril]

One thing I’ve noticed about people in or entering their 30s is they don’t make as many compromises anymore. If someone doesn’t meet them halfway, is not up to standard, is just not where they’re needed to be, they’re just like “ok cool” and they move on from the person. Which is not to say they’re less empathetic or understanding, but more that they have learned that time is their most prized possession and they’re not willing to make massive compromises on it. They are not obsessed w the idea of fixing someone (bc the concept of fixing a person doesn’t really exist). They simply move on to someone who is up to par. I want that. I want to always move w the awareness that time is my most priceless belonging and I can never buy it back. Ever. So I have to use it wisely

[bluerosefox]

Her Astrophel and Sterling

hmmm

Hmmmmmmmm

You know what.

You know those AU's where the Batfam finds or learns about either hidden or thought to be dead Al Ghul Danny! with a deaged/daughter Dani (Ellie) (I should know, I created a few of those storylines) but what if, now hear me out, what if instead of them finding Danny first its Talia.

Do I want Talia discovering her thought to be dead son to be alive? Yes. Do I want her to find him while investigating Amity Park when the League gets reports of 'Lazarus creatures/water'? Yes.

DO I WANT HER TO KNOCK ON THE FENTON'S DOOR, fully ready to pretend/honey talk her way into the house to uncover what the Fenton's know, ONLY TO MEET A LITTLE ELLIE?!

YES.

Ellie whose eyes and hair look like a copy of her Beloved but she can see bits and pieces of herself as well. Talia knows the child in front of her was not fully her's though but everything makes sense when she hears a voice, a voice she hasn't heard in ages but as a mother just knows, speak out.

"Ellie! I thought I said do not answer the door my Sterling."

"But Daddy, yous was busy fighting the hotdoggys!"

Talia's eyes widen when she finally catches sight of familiar black hair and blue eyes.

and she could only lightly whisper a old nickname she hasn't dared uttered in ages, a name she secretly gave her son due to his love of the stars "Astrophel..."

[bleakbluejay]

you motherfuckers have no concept of what "land back" or "decolonize" even mean. you're too busy demonizing entire groups of people, terrified, shitting yourselves, that they'll do even half of the horrors to you that you've done to them for decades or centuries. this shit comes off as hella racist for real. you hate arabs so much. you hate first nations people so much. you hate black people so much. even if you sympathize with them, you can't fucking bear the idea of them gaining freedom, independence, autonomy, safety, because you're so, so scared they'll hurt you back and cause chaos in the streets. these same people who just want to rebuild. who just want to go home. who just want to see their families again. who just want food. who just want medical care. who just want dry, warm shelter. you're so focused on the ideas of colonization, of "us vs. them", of one people displacing the other for a state to exist, that you cannot comprehend coexistence, and your only idea of peace is if an entire group of people were just gone and dead.

grow the fuck up. for the love of GOD, grow the fuck up.

[qiinamii]

crown swap

[choccy-milky]

modern AU seb and clora's first interaction 📘📗 (and by modern AU i actually mean super trope-filled high school romance set in the 80's/90's LOL)

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

[wlwinry]

fig oath of devotion to the bad kids. can anyone hear me

[aimseytv]

STOP TAKING MINECRAFT SERVERS SO UNBELIEVABLY SERIOUSLY!!! as someone who was sadly victim to chat hoppers being rude, as well as people blurring the line between character and creator, all it will do is discourage the creators you claim to love so much!

you are completely allowed to have feelings, emotion and passion for a server - that’s amazing!! keep that up!! but don’t mistake that passion for something worse and let it guide you into making creators feel awful just for playing with their friends

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home