#COME BACK HERE FOOL

[egophiliac]

Do you think this is the Finale of book 7? qwq

at this point I'm not going to believe it's actually over until we get the Diasomnia dorm reruns! those will be the portent I cling to in these times of uncertain anime character drama. 😰

honestly I'd been pretty convinced that 13 would be the end -- or that there might be, like, an epilogue chapter or something, but this would at least be the end of the main plot of 7. but now it looks like the Armor of Dawn Silver card is actually going to be for the second half next week, so...now I'm right back in "WHAT IS HAPPENING" camp! like, I can see a couple of possibilities of how that might still work out, but...well. I guess we'll find out tonight. :')

[sweetlikelemons]

seeing non-tickling blogs drawing tickling is such a tossup because it's always one of two things

clearly just a silly one-off drawing

you put several very specific details into this. where's your sideblog. please give me the link

[sabo-torao]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAW!!!

[lokh]

WAIT SHUROS DAD SAID HE WANTED HIM TO BRING SOMETHING BACK INTERESTING.... AND WHO IS MORE INTERESTING THAN LAIOS....

[earthmixsclowderofcats]

[scarscribblesstuff]

Shadows and Shades

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Elliot, Sunshine

Pairings: Elliot/Sunshine

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4fIAZ5bNlwg2Xpsrt1MqmC?si=eZY7NZ1ZSoSXxrjZ6jv_xQ

Cw: description of Sunshine experiencing a panic attack!

This piece also touches on stuff covered in The Balance and how it's been left so far, just to bear in mind if you're not fully caught up.

Please do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work.

(Fic below cut)

They’re not sure what set it off. They’d never been particularly afraid of the dark before. But ever since their roadtrip with Elliot, it's like a switch had been flicked on in them overnight.

Elliot still wasn’t home from his big meeting with one of his clients. A vampire king apparently, which didn’t sound real to them, but hey who were they to judge. They could laugh about it with Aaron another time. Now, however, they were alone in the dark of the house; it felt like no matter how many lights were turned on, the shadows remained.

It was becoming suffocating and the ringing in their head was only becoming more distorted, like an unholy screeching in their mind. Their heart seemed seconds away from tearing through their sternum, breath catching in their throat as if it were being slowly dragged out. It is just so dark. And they are so alone.

Hearing the key in the front door wasn’t a comfort. The panic blinding them to its meaning, just that noise was being made and soon they would be seen. Their breaths dragging and burning their way through their chest. Hands and feet going numb - were they saying something? The pounding of their heart had spread to their head now, circling around their skull like a funeral drum, blocking out anything they might be saying.

“-shine?”

Warmth, familiarity, company. Find him and don't let go.

“Sunshine, can you hear me?”

They weakly nod, eyes scrunched shut.

“Can I take your hands to help with your breathing?” His voice is stable, assuring. He’s been here with them before. Even before they started dating he was always there for them; arms outstretched.

And they reach out for him, hands trembling but willing to risk the journey to him. And he doesn’t leave them waiting, giving their hands a squeeze as he catches them.

“Can you breathe with me baby? In for six, hold for four, out for eight. I’ll count, okay?”

Gulping oxygen as best they can, they feebly try and follow along. Stumbling at what feels like each step; but he’s there, counting, encouraging, the whole time.

“In for six now, you got this - 1, 2, 3, 4, keep going, and six. Now hold for me. That’s it. Aaaand out again., steady. Like you’re blowing out one of those terrible candles Aaron’s partner got for his birthday last month.”

A small laugh breaks through the dark and they feel the tightness lighten slightly.

“That’s it,” he encourages, “let’s go again, ready? In for six counts.”

Grasping onto the counts a little easier now, they gradually ease into the calm he’s inviting in. As they finally slump forwards he catches them, cradling them against his chest.

“Eli…” they manage to whisper through the tears.

“Shh, I’ve got you Sunshine.” He murmurs against their head, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head. “Let it all out, I’ve got you.”

How long the two of them are sat on the floor is anyone’s guess. But finally Sunshine raises their head to look at him, wiping their tears with a sniffle.

“I’m sorry I ruined your fancy shirt.” Is the first thing they manage to say, and Elliot chuckles.

“It’s a shirt, I really couldn’t care less. It can be cleaned or replaced any day.”

“Well don’t just be reasonable about it.”

“Oh I apologise Sunshine,” he says, eyes barely concealing his relief at their more stable state. “I can complain about the little bit of snot and tears on my objectively least favourite shirt if you’d like?”

They snort, “No… I’m not sure where I was going with that. If you did I’d probably cry again.”

He moves his arm from their shoulders to rub rhythmic circles on their back. “Wanna talk about it?” He asks quietly after a moment, searching their face carefully as he does.

“...it’s silly.” they mumble, resting their face on his chest again.

“Try me.” He offers.

It takes another few moments before they are able to answer, not proud of the way their voice cracks as they do.

“It was too dark in here, and you were just gone. It felt… it was almost like I was reliving a nightmare, but that doesn’t make any sense. I haven’t had a nightmare in years, let alone one with anything to do with the dark, or you being missing! I just…”

They pause to exhale carefully, not wanting to work themselves up too much again.

“Remember when you came to visit my dream that night after our first family game night with Aaron and his partner?”

He nods, not ceasing the gentle strokes of their back, giving them his full attention. Pocketing the small thrill his heart gave out at them calling it family game night.

“You said you missed me. Like you had been missing me for a while. Well, this felt like that.” They finish, smiling weakly up at him. “If that doesn’t sound too silly.”

“Not at all Sunshine.” He shakes his head, looking serious. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

“Not your fault, you were meeting a King, mister fancy pants.” they tease as best they can with dried tears still on their face.

“Yes, but I want to help, I want to be here for you. King or not, you know you’re my priority. No king can substitute the treasure I have here in my arms.” He cups their cheek delicately. “Can I give you a kiss Sunshine?

“Yes please.” They whisper, leaning into his hand.

“Thank you.” He murmurs against their lips before pressing his to theirs fully.

“Now,” He says, pulling away - still holding their cheek carefully. “You must be exhausted Sunshine… bed? And I can make sure no nightmares make their way to you.”

“Can we go to the rooftop again?” They ask in a small voice. “Only if you’re feeling up to it.”

He beams at their request, “I'm always up for dreaming with you Sunshine. There wasn’t much magic use in the meeting today, it was mostly just talk, so don’t worry.” He says helping them up slowly, guiding them to the bed. “Plenty of stars for us to see tonight.”

And the two clamber under the covers, entangling themselves together, inseparable.

[mostlyihyperfixate]

Nearly done with this game, and I am suddenly filled with conviction that if Franziska were here, none of this would have happened

[matteoberrettini]

bringing positivity for once: today at work i was told that my coworkers said i'm good at tutoring 🥹 and yesterday one coworker sent me a message himself thanking me for my tutoring 🥹 and then my therapist told me the others in this group thing i'm taking part in all like me 🥹😭😭

[sylphwing]

hm. i do not like chilshi 🤔

[newlydeparteddog]

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[heich0e]

liv what are your thoughts on gege saying that gojo's the type to cheat/ fool around 💀

have u ever met a hot guy in his late 20s who comes from generational wealth

[angeltism]

I should probably stop changing my mind on this but considering I've been mega stressed out about the idea of even logging on here, I think I should still be on break TwT! I'm unmedicated for my anxiety and am hyper worried about it being triggered now, so social media is. Not a good place for me to be, obviously.

If you want to communicate with me. I dunno. One of my mutuals who has my discord can give it to you or if you already have it you can reach me through there! And you are encouraged to if you're a mutual of mine. I don't wanna lose contact w everyone just because I cannotttt be on here right now. 👍

old pinned. gah

[catboynutsack]

my smug ass watching the rise in physical (retro) media and media preservation knowing I was made fun of for it ten years ago bc "you can just watch it on netflix" but now I'm ahead of the curve and watching my formerly laughed at collection inflate in demand rapidly and knowing the movie nights will be LEGENDARY

[swanksidelimbo]

The DKC2 manga ended up arriving MUCH sooner than I expected, it said it was going to arrive at late May / early June so it caught me off guard to see it today

Sharing the first comic as I love it sm — Actually, I think this is Funky dressing up as DK then as Swanky (by translating it, but I’m still unsure about this part). All this time, I thought it was DK himself this whole time..

I just absolutely love the second artist’s art style, everyone looks so cute. :)

[nortonswifey]

i may have been too emotionally invested in this one random nor.ton player in this one match i played,,,,,,