#Free Meta Descriptions

[drivepainting]

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[craft-motors-zambia]

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[anaquariusfox]

I spent the evening looking into this AI shit and made a wee informative post of the information I found and thought all artists would be interested and maybe help yall?

edit: forgot to mention Glaze and Nightshade to alter/disrupt AI from taking your work into their machines. You can use these and post and it will apparently mess up the AI and it wont take your content into it's machine!

edit: ArtStation is not AI free! So make sure to read that when signing up if you do! (this post is also on twt)

[Image descriptions: A series of infographics titled: “Opt Out AI: [Social Media] and what I found.” The title image shows a drawing of a person holding up a stack of papers where the first says, ‘Terms of Service’ and the rest have logos for various social media sites and are falling onto the floor. Long transcriptions follow.

Instagram/Meta (I have to assume Facebook).

Hard for all users to locate the “opt out” options. The option has been known to move locations.

You have to click the opt out link to submit a request to opt out of the AI scraping. *You have to submit screenshots of your work/face/content you posted to the app, is curretnly being used in AI. If you do not have this, they will deny you.

Users are saying after being rejected, are being “meta blocked”

People’s requests are being accepted but they still have doubts that their content won’t be taken anyways.

Twitter/X

As of August 2023, Twitter’s ToS update:

“Twitter has the right to use any content that users post on its platform to train its AI models, and that users grant Twitter a worldwide, non-exclusive, royalty-free license to do so.”

There isn’t much to say. They’re doing the same thing Instagram is doing (to my understanding) and we can’t even opt out.

Tumblr

They also take your data and content and sell it to AI models.

But you’re in luck!

It is very simply to opt out (Wow. Thank Gods)

Opt out on Desktop: click on your blog > blog settings > scroll til you see visibility options and it’ll be the last option to toggle

Out out of Mobile: click your blog > scroll then click visibility > toggle opt out option

TikTok

I took time skim their ToS and under “How We Use Your Information” and towards the end of the long list: “To train and improve our technology, such as our machine learning models and algorithms.”

Regarding data collected; they will only not sell your data when “where restricted by applicable law”. That is not many countries. You can refuse/disable some cookies by going into settings > ads > turn off targeted ads.

I couldn’t find much in AI besides “our machine learning models” which I think is the same thing.

What to do?

In this age of the internet, it’s scary! But you have options and can pick which are best for you!

Accepting these platforms collection of not only your artwork, but your face! And not only your faces but the faces of those in your photos. Your friends and family. Some of those family members are children! Some of those faces are minors! I shudder to think what darker purposes those faces could be used for.

Opt out where you can! Be mindful and know the content you are posting is at risk of being loaded to AI if unable to opt out.

Fully delete (not archive) your content/accounts with these platforms. I know it takes up to 90 days for instagram to “delete” your information. And even keep it for “legal” purposes like legal prevention.

Use lesser known social media platforms! Some examples are; Signal, Mastodon, Diaspora, et. As well as art platforms: Artfol, Cara, ArtStation, etc.

The last drawing shows the same person as the title saying, ‘I am, by no means, a ToS autistic! So feel free to share any relatable information to these topics via reply or qrt!

I just wanted to share the information I found while searching for my own answers cause I’m sure people have the same questions as me.’ \End description] (thank you @a-captions-blog!)

[tes-gala]

FAQs

What is TES Gala? 

An idea started from a treasure found in ESO, I developed a headcanon that the Altmer have something similar to the Met Gala. Loving the idea, I decided I wanted to try at making a small community event for tesblr focusing on fashion (and partying lol).

For one week, a gala will be held. A party invitation post will set the overall theme. Once you post your submission(s) to the event, it will be reblogged here to be shared. 

When is TES Gala?

June 15th to June 21st

Theme will be announce by the end of March, if not a tad sooner.

Where is the Gala set?

Anywhere! This isn’t set to the Altmer in Summerset. This can be a small village, a royal event in Cyrodiil, or a party taken to Oblivion. This can be the scene to a Thieves Guild or Dark brotherhood quest. This can be a Modern AU or anywhere on the in-universe timeline!

What mediums are accepted?

Just about anything! 

Just a few ideas, but not limited to:

Fan art (sketches, doodles, clothes designs, full blown renders, etc)

Fanfiction (can be either posted in full on Tumblr or a link to AO3)

Gifsets

Moodboards (Can't draw, but wanna show us what your OC would wear? Go for it!)

Animatics

Meta analysis (headcanons on fashion, using historical parallels, etc)

Embroidery/Beadwork

We’d love to see whatever you made ― digital, traditional, crafts, anything! 

Is there a submission limit?

No! If you have multiple ideas for the gala week, I encourage you to share all that you make!

What are the rules?

The rules can be read here [link]

How do I submit my work?

Post your work on tumblr and tag it with #tesgala25. I will be tracking the tag all week long. You can also directly tag with @tes-gala

I will then share your work with tags for characters, mediums, and if needed, try my best with adding image ID/alt text. 

If you are posting fanfiction on AO3, we also have a collection set up here: [LINK]

Alt text and image IDs

To increase the accessibility for our works, I do encourage all artists/graphic makers to use alt text/image IDs. This helps those with screen readers and is more inclusive. 

A few links to help how to do this:

Write Helpful Alt Text by Harvard Digital Accessibility

How to Create Image Descriptions

How to Write Alt Text and Image Descriptions

Decision Tree for Writing Alt Text

OC Submissions & Use

To follow the party aesthetic, you may submit a TES Original Character through asks with information about them if you wish for your OC to cameo in another's work. The one submitting must understand they are giving reasonable permission for another to use their OC.

Those interested in using another's Original Character must use the OC respectfully and within reason. You must tag the owner with your submission. List of submissions found here: [LINK]

More information [LINK]

Who is running TES Gala?

Currently just one person. Should this become bigger than expected, I may ask for help. 

@sulphuricgrin

If you have any more questions, feel free to send an ask!

updated: 06/14/2025

[esther-dot]

I wanted to do a poll on what the Jonsa fam makes of this theory, but I thought a refresher might be in order. In 2014, this post was made on Reddit:

[click to read the rest]

Most people agreed the suitor would be Aegon, even some Jonsas because the general supposition was that with the way things went in The Hedge Knight ( interrupted with a trial of the seven so no declared champion), none of Sansa's suitors that align with this pattern would be endgame. However, it's possible to say it's a hint, not a one-for-one replay. After all, the fair maid in The Hedge Knight was never going to marry the guy left standing, so the last suitor will be a Targ following the pattern, but Sansa will end up with him, diverging from there. And more importantly, with Sansa heading home, Aegon in the South potentially marrying Arianne, via process of elimination, other Jonsas thought the more likely option for a Targ suitor for Sansa was the other Targaryen: Jon.

The Jonsa variation really took off with the Game of Thrones fandom because Aegon didn't exist in the show and then they claimed Jon's name was Aegon Targaryen (???), but mainly because the most popular GoT BNF/YouTuber presented the theory and got it to go mainstream in 2016 and in 2021 when it was safe admitted he believes it lol.

But Jonsas have found more grounds for this to seem plausible, pointing out that Jon is near whenever marriage is discussed for Sansa:

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Jonsas noted that every suitor Sansa has encountered thus far in her story is a sore disappointment (and a threat to her!), but there are lines that indicate eventually she will find herself with someone worthy or even...a dragon:

[click to read more]

And that not only does Jon have parallels with or is contrasted with Sansa's suitors thus far, he is brought to mind with a certain description of Valarr:

which sounds an awful lot like Jon...

[click for much, much more]

And interestingly enough, it isn’t just the last names that are the same between the fair maid’s champions and Sansa’s suitors, or some similarities between Valarr and Jon. Nope, there are quite a few fun tidbits:

[read the rest!]

So what do you think? All a coincidence? An imminent betrothal to Aegon? It’s totally Jonsa?

Please feel free to add your thoughts and/or link meta you enjoy on this topic to persuade the voters your way. I'll post a poll in a few days!

[rabotimagines]

I know for a fact that if you were to take the Decepticon! Reader jerking off and switch the roles that it WOULD work 💀

Autobot! Reader offering to sleep with ANY decepticon and they would take it in a HEARTBEAT 😭 everyone wondering how tf they escaped and they're just like 'You REALLY don't know how weak the decepticons are.' 💀💀

Lololololol THEY WOULD RISK IT ALL FOR A CHANCE! Autobot array got 'em acting unwise.

"Weak" GN BOT Reader + Ironhide

Summary: The aftermath of you getting yourself out of your own hostage situation.

Warnings: Ironhide assumes you got taken advantage of, short horny descriptions near the end

Genre/Theme: Platonic and Ironhide can be read as crushing but he's your concerned friend first and foremost.

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: Direct aftermath of this encounter with Skywarp. Reader genuinely doesn't mind what happened. It gets silly/a little meta at the end.

Ironhide had been planning to charge right after the Cons when Perceptor finally came back alone. Saying how you’d offered up your obedience as a prisoner for his function. Jazz stopped Ironhide first saying the cons would be expecting them. So they’d need to hit a bit harder than just the four of 'em. The thought made Ironhide's plating clamp down in anger. How was he gonna just sit on his aft when they had a hold of ya!? Especially now that Ironhide knew- Knew exactly what Megatron and half the other slagging Decepticreeps were thinking about doing to ya!

Optimus stopped him next and told him they’d plan immediate rescue, But agreed Jazz was right that they’d need a bit more to make sure they do rescue you. Blaster had Steeljaw track down your scent and they were following it as well as they could've- The trail being hard to track due to you being stolen via air by those slagging seekers. And just when Ironhide was about to throw his servos up with a shout to go challenge Megatron preemptively to make things easier- he got a com message.

Ironhide glanced at it instinctively with a glare only his optic ridge creased harsh when he realized it was you that was messaging him.

> Cancel the rescue party. I got myself out :)

Ironhide cycled his optics at the message and then sighed roughly. His stress tampering back down to a more manageable worry almost instantly.

Sure it could’ve been a trick- maybe. But the stupid little smile Chip had shown ya to make that you’d tack onto your com messages so often made him guess it really was you. So Ironhide chose to believe it was probably real. You messaged coordinates by of the edge of the closest human town. So after telling everyone else the backup they’d ordered picked them up in the form of Skyfire and they’d flown there.

Skyfire landed with a soft thunk in a clearing of the trees. They'd cleared out onto the ground with their helms held high and senses on alert. There wasn't any sparkdamn sign of you or anyone else.

Ironhide’s com pinged again.

> That shuttle I hear just landed Skyfire?

Ironhide replied a yeah and asked where the pit ya were at. The shrubbery parted and out came you in root mode.

Slag! It was you-!

They rushed over to ya and you just smiled and waved. Bluestreak got to ya first and he almost barreled into ya from how fast he was running only stopping when you grabbed his paldrons- nearly taking the both of ya down before you caught yourself and him. Bluestreak's mouth was already moving a mile a minute when the rest of 'em caught up.

“Are sure you’re okay-? I mean I know you probably aren’t, and you probably risked a lot getting yourself free- but you busted yourself out just like that?”

You just huffed and patted Bluestreak on his pauldrons. “Ah, They’re a bit too stupid to stop me from getting one over on them. Even when they think they’ve got me cornered and out of options.” You chuckled “They’re also… a bit weaker than you guys assume.”

Ironhide’s optics were assessing your frame for himself. He knew you sparkdamn well enough to know you’d usually down play anythin’ that wasn’t critical injury. But you did look alright... mostly just scratches and nicks-

You turned towards Blaster when he asked how you were and that let Ironhide see it. The fragging full servo imprint left embedded into your outer thigh. Your metal warped into the shape of whoever grabbed you hard enough to leave deep evidence. There were also deeper scratches all around the imprint-

Ironhide’s processor slowed real quick when you shifted again and his optics caught the dark gray paint transfers on your inner thighs. His optics scanned fast over the rest of your frame and caught purple also on your outer thigh by the other damage. The rest of your frame was clean of paint transfers.

Except for the immediate area around your modesty panel.

Ironhide’s expression turns dark and he has to bite back his engines growl. A tap on his left makes him swing his helm around and glare absolute murder at Jazz. Jazz unbothered just gestured towards you with his helm than towards Bluestreak and the rest of ya’. Jazz wasn't smillin’, his expression just neutral.

Ironhide grits his jaw and forces his frame to let out the building tension with a heavy steam heated vent. His plating loosens slightly but doesn’t relax. Slag it all- Slag it all! Ironhide was gonna fragging pot shot those good for nothin’ perverts the next time he saw even a glimpse 'o them! But Ironhide wouldn’t be letting ya play like all of this was just fine. No sir he would not.

-

You're finally alone while y’all are ridin’ Skyfire back to The Ark and Ironhide takes the chance to get close to ya and say your designation. You perk up and smile at him when you make optic contact. “Ah, Ironhide. How you doing, Doll?”

“Should be askin’ you that.” Ironhide keeps his tone low and even, not letting his own anger shimmer back up even when it’s tryin’ real hard to do just that.

“I’m fine, just a little banged up.”

Ironhide can feel his optic ridge wanna twitch. “Really now?” You just nod again and Ironhide just knows he's gonna be puffing steam if he vents right about now. “Alright. Whats with all the damage left around your panel than?”

You don’t even falter at Ironhide pointin’ it out “Ah- Just a little transaction, nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious?” Ironhide can feel the heat enter his own tone. “A transaction- is that what you’d call it? Really?” His gaze finds yours and Ironhide doesn’t feel any better when you look away first.

You finally just sigh and close the distance between ya “Ironhide-” Your servo squeezes his arm, your grips firm but your em field fans soft and warm along the side of his plating. Ironhide’s frown deepens when his optics instinctively wanna heat up under your attention “It’s sweet you care, really,” You level him with an even look “But honestly, it was nothing serious.” Your em fields so loose and open Ironhide almost wants to believe ya.

But Ironhide knew ya and he knew you didn’t like worrying who ya cared about. But you just continue on seeing his unconvinced expression. “And if you don’t believe me I'll write a report on exactly what happened. I’ll com Jazz the permission to let you read it even, if that’ll calm your plating down.”

Ironhide lets himself break his gaze when your optics stay locked on his. “Fine.”

“Great.” You patted his arm and continued to walk over to where Blaster was.

“I’m gonna read it!” Ironhide calls back reminding you, ya weren’t exactly clear of him yet.

“Hope you enjoy it then, Darling!” You wave and leave Ironhide behind stewing in his own thoughts. He finally just scoffed.

He’d find out just what happened just you wait.

-

What the frag was this?!

Ironhide's worry had fizzled into his now wide opticed aggravated state the longer he read through your report. His optics re reading over the blasted sparkdamn “report” a second time still in disbelief. Ironhide should have known something was wrong when Jazz handed him the report on the datapad. Jazz’s faceplate utterly blank besides the fact he was lightly chewing on his own bottom derma. Ironhide just worried more over the expression assuming the worst.

But low and beholden Jazz was actually trying his sparkdamnest not to laugh! Beacuse this was- It was more like some sparkdamn erotica!

You’d written down your encounter with Skywarp- Including seducing Skywarp (Your words!), to Skywarp between your thighs- to you crushing his facplate between them! And- That wasn’t even mentioning the rest of it!

Every sentence he read had Ironhide's optics wanting to burn hotter.

"C'mon Skywarp, you're practically cleaning my modesty panel with your glossia. If you overload right here for me, I'll pull my thighs away and let you vent correctly." I wrapped my thighs even tighter around Skywarp's helm. Then I rocked my pelvis forward, and my modesty panel grinds down on his faceplate again. A string of oral lubricant slides right down Skywarp's jaw when his glossia presses flat against my panel. He was almost pretty like.

"You're doing so good so far. C'mon Sweetspark, you can do it." I'd said before I dragged my em field along right along his defenseless wings-”

ironhide yanked his gaze away from the datapad and shut it off with a heated curse. Ironhide stops where he is when he remembers just what you’d told him before you’d left.

“Hope you enjoy it then Darling!”

Ironhide finally just curses the air blue and drags a heavy servo over his faceplate. Trying real hard to ignore how flustered he felt imagining you like that- Primus. And he was genuinely worried about ya...

What the frag was Ironhide gonna do with ya..?

[mochiajclayne]

Call this as my way to pickup my Japanese lessons or another One Piece meta post but I find it fascinating that Doflamingo consistently describes Law's motivations for fighting him in Dressrosa as resentment and revenge. On the other hand, Law uses several terms to encapsulate why he was truly there.

Doflamingo says 逆恨み (sakaurami) which means unjustified resentment or unreasonable grudge. Law, in turn, denies this and says he is there to fulfill that person's 本懐 (hon'kai) which means (one's) long-cherished desire.

What is that desire, you may ask? Corazon shared it when he spoke for the first time with Law: His purpose/motivation/goal is to stop Doflamingo's 暴走 (bousou), which is translated as rampage.

(Later on, it was further revealed in the flashback and confirmed by Doflamingo that Corazon was trying to save Dressrosa--and the ever manipulative little shit hoped to rattle Law's feelings about screwing up in passing the message that Corazon asked him to do 13 years ago but he was able to keep his calm.)

The next time that Law thought about his motivation, specifically, the moment that he will be truly free is the time that Corazon's 思��� (omoi) will be fulfilled/granted/come to fruition. 思い (omoi) could be translated differently depending on the context. For this one, it refers to desire or wish--a nod to Corazon's purpose, to stop Doflamingo.

Doflamingo didn't even scrimp with his descriptions as he used both 恨み (urami) which means resentment, grudge, malice, bitterness​; and 復讐 (fukushuu) directly translated as revenge. He even says that Law is acting like Corazon's vengeful ghost. He views Law's persistent defiance to carry out Corazon's wish as pointless, even going through the effort of saying that Law has been overtaken with his feelings--however, when he saw the Corazon at the back of Law's coat, he riddled him with bullets and even saying that both Law and Corazon's curse have ended.

Lastly, and I think this is where Law's motivation reached its reveal in full circle. He says that he lived for the past 13 years to do this and he used 討つ (utsu) which, in this context, can be translated as to attack, to destroy, to defeat, and surprisingly, to avenge. This part is up for interpretation, really.

(My two cents on it is Law's main focus on wanting to take down Doflamingo stemmed from wanting to carry out Corazon's purpose, however, I am not necessarily dismissing the part of wanting to take responsibility and avenge Cora's death.)

Ending this self-indulgent meta post with Law giving the middle finger because Toei decided to not include this badass moment. LMAO.

[korrasamiweek2024]

Korrasami Week Prompts

Thank you all so much for your submissions and votes!! So excited to share the winners and the finalized event schedule:

Day 1 - Sunday December 15th:

Sparring ☆ Jealousy ☆ Rivals

Day 2 - Monday December 16th:

Tattoos ☆ Bi Pride ☆ Disability

Day 3 - Tuesday December 17th:

The Beach ☆ Festival ☆ Spirit World

Day 4 - Wednesday December 18th:

Domestic ☆ Hurt/Comfort ☆ Cooking/Baking

Day 5 - Thursday December 19th:

Dancing ☆ Marriage/Wedding ☆ Poppin Bottles

Day 6 - Friday December 20th:

Band AU ☆ Bodyguard ☆ Period Piece

Day 7 - Saturday December 21st:

Car Trouble ☆ Gay Bar ☆ FREE DAY

There are three prompts to choose from each day–you can pick just one, or combine them in whatever way makes sense to you! They're meant to be inspiring, rather than restrictive. Can't wait to see what you all come up with💖

Late submissions will be accepted through January 31st!

Rules and guidelines for the event are below the cut, and as always, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask!

Rules & Guidelines

1. What's allowed? Pretty much anything! Artwork, fanfiction, gifsets, headcanons, analysis/meta, memes, etc. are all welcome, as long as they're your own work and are Korrasami-focused.

2. Explicit content is fine, but the characters need to be adults, and everything depicted MUST be consensual.

3. Please abide by Tumblr's guidelines about explicit content, otherwise there's a chance Tumblr might delete your submission! If you're not sure, you can always post your work to another site (AO3, twitter, etc.) and then link to it here. All explicit content posted and reblogged here will be tagged "nsft" so be sure to block that tag if you'd like to filter out such content!

4. No whitewashing, racism, misogyny, transphobia, ableism, or other bigotry of any kind. Content that explores these themes is ok, but they shouldn't go unchallenged in the piece, and they should be tagged with the appropriate warnings.

5. When submitting visual or audio media, please include a description either in ALT text or in the body of the post itself.

6. Other characters and relationships from The Legend of Korra are welcome, but your submission should be primarily about Korrasami.

7. Be kind. No criticism ("constructive" or otherwise) of other people's work unless the creator explicitly requests it. If you don't like something, just keep scrolling!

8. Follow the prompts if you can! They're meant to be helpful, but if you get inspired by something else entirely, please feel free to submit whatever you make!

9. Tag for content warnings if you think something might be triggering. Use your best judgment, but if you aren't sure whether a CW is needed, it doesn't hurt to ask!

10. Submit your fanwork either by mentioning @korrasamiweek2024 in the body of your post and using the #korrasamiweek2024 tag, or by submitting it directly to this blog. You can also add it to the Korrasami Week 2024 Collection on AO3. All submissions for each prompt will be reblogged or posted by the end of the day.

11. There's no such thing as a stupid question, so if you're unsure about something, feel free to ask!

[ambiguous-avery]

On the Same Page

bf!Sam Winchester x fem!reader!Reader/You | WC: 4142

Summary: Sam finds out what kind of books you like to read in your free time and maybe gets a little inspired by them.

Tags/Warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI, no use of Y/N, established relationship, reader is AFAB, femme nicknames (pretty girl), unprotected P in V sex (remember to be safe, friends), PWP (Plot? What plot?), porn with feelings, fluff, no beta we die like men

A/N: Here’s a piece inspired by this TikTok audio. This goes out to all the girlies who read (and write) the filthiest smut in public completely straight-faced. I see you because I am you. Also, tell me why writing this felt semi-meta haha.

You were something else when it came to lore and research. Sam could set down a pile of books and tell you to find info about a specific monster, and you could get back to him in under an hour, pinpointing the exact paragraph he had in mind when he gave you the challenge. You were quick as a whip when it came to the sheer amount of information you could tear through to get to what you were looking for. The only time Sam ever saw you take your time with a book was when you read something for yourself. 

The you that read books as a hobby was very different from the hunter-research you. When you read your own personal books, you had a completely different look about you. Instead of the fierce concentration you wore when trying to find an incantation, you looked peaceful. Like you were savoring the words on the page. Like you enjoyed letting them take hold of you and weave a fantastic story around you. As if real life didn’t have enough fantastical stories. Granted, the ones in real life were less romanticized, and he could hardly blame you for the desire to escape even if it were just for a short while.

Sam had quickly figured out the different expressions you wore when you read. He saw the subtle smiles and bitten lips and little leg kicks. And when he asked, you would tell him about how a character just confessed to another or how two characters just shared their first kiss. The sweet moments. The tender ones. He could tell when characters were going through strife by the way your eyebrows would furrow together, and a look of concern would worry its way across your forehead in creases. But nothing was quite like the eerie calm that would wash over you every now and again. That was the one reaction that he couldn’t figure out. 

At first, he mistook it for your neutral reading face. But after several times of seeing and mentally comparing it to how you looked when you read something like a newspaper article, he discovered that it was different from how you normally looked when you read. So then he started looking for patterns. When did that expression show up in comparison to when you would smile and kick your feet over a Hallmark moment? That avenue of thinking didn’t help him much either. Because that calm expression would overtake you sometimes before you were kicking your feet but also sometimes after. And sometimes, the calm would be broken in the middle before sliding your features back to that unreadable mask he just couldn’t figure out.

But Sam was nothing if not determined. And he had the internet at his fingertips. Although he rather enjoyed the game of trying to figure out his girlfriend, every man had his limits. With you sitting across from him on the bed in your shared room, he typed the name of your book into his search bar and hit enter. That calm had swept over you again. He clicked into the top search result, a link to the publisher’s website, and scrolled down the web page, hazel eyes skimming over the book’s description. It seemed like a pretty straightforward enemies-to-lovers story. But as Sam continued down the webpage, a large heading caught his eye. Trigger warnings. And as he read through those, Sam swallowed thickly. So it was that kind of book.

The pieces fell into place in Sam’s mind shortly after that.

When his gaze flicked back up to you, you still had that same unreadable expression on your face. He closed his laptop and scooched in close to you. 

“What page are you on, pretty girl?” he asked softly, planting a kiss against your temple. You let the book fall against your chest – a little too quickly, he mentally noted – as you turned your attention to him. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, like you couldn’t believe he was there, invading your comfy, cozy world the words on the page had crafted around you. Absolutely adorable.

“Nothing,” you squeaked. He raised an eyebrow, and he knew that his suspicions were right on the nose.

“‘Nothing’ isn’t a page number,” he quipped, pressing another kiss to your cheek as he slid an arm between you and the pillow you were leaning against. His pillow, he noted. Because his pillow was always ‘comfier than yours’ even though they were the exact same pillow. You peeked at the page number, and he couldn’t help but notice how to angled the book away from him.

“Two-forty-three,” you muttered, barely audible. Sam nodded, pretending to accept your answer before reaching for your book. You grabbed his wrist, and he flashed you a knowing grin.

“What, I can’t read to my pretty girl?” His tone of voice was teasing with a hint of something more behind it, and his hazel eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Don’t pick a fight you can’t win,” you warned, although your voice only had a mild heat to it. Sam knew better than to mess with you and your books. He chuckled.

You bit your lip and turned your attention back to your book, trying to focus on the words on the page, but you were acutely aware of Sam’s presence. How long had he been watching you? Heat crept up your neck. Had he been watching your reactions? Times when you swooned to yourself over a cheesy confession. Moments when you couldn’t help but giggle quietly when one of the protagonists realized that they were in love with the other. The times you kicked your feet and squealed internally when one of your favorite tropes showed up. And if he had seen those reactions, then that also meant that he had seen... Oh no.

Sam was perceptive. Dangerously so. And you had zero doubts that he had caught onto the fact that your calm expression wasn’t calm at all. It was concentration. The kind of concentration that came with trying to maintain your composure while reading something decidedly... adult.

“You know,” Sam’s voice rumbled close to your ear, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. “I could make that book a lot more interesting.” 

You snapped your book shut.

“Sam Winchester, are you insinuating something?” you asked, feigning indignance. His answering laugh was deep and warm, wrapping around you like a blanket.

“Just that I know you too well. Your ‘calm reading expression’ isn’t as unreadable as you think it is.” His fingers traced patterns on your shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you huffed, but the way your lip twitched upward in the tiniest hint of a smile gave you away. Sam didn’t miss it, and his eyebrow arched knowingly.

“Oh? So if I were to take that book right now and flip to page two-forty-three, I wouldn’t find anything... interesting?” You clutched the book tighter to your chest.

“It’s literature, Sam. Very... sophisticated... adult literature.”

“Mmhmm.” His smile was dangerous. Playful. Very Sam. “Very sophisticated, I’m sure.”

“The plot is actually quite complex,” you defended, trying to maintain dignity despite the fact that the heat had risen to your cheeks. “There’s political intrigue and–”

“And?” Sam prompted, his voice dropping an octave. You swallowed hard.

“And character development.” Your voice shrank. Sam shifted closer, his breath warm against your neck.

“Character development,” he repeated in a tone that very blatantly said he didn’t believe you. You didn’t believe you either, if you were being honest. “You know what I find fascinating?”

“What?” you asked, trying to ignore the way your heart fluttered in your chest when he looked at you like you were the only one in the universe.

“How expressive your eyes get when you’re reading those scenes.” His fingers trailed up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “They get all wide and dark, and you bite your lip just like you’re doing right now.”

You immediately released your lower lip from between your teeth, making a mental note to never play poker with Sam lest he take you for every dollar you had to your name.

“I do not.”

“You absolutely do.” Sam’s grin was wolfish now. “And sometimes, when it’s really good, you make this tiny little sound in the back of your throat.”

“I do not make sounds!” Your protest came out louder than you had meant it to.

“Want me to prove it?” Sam challenged, his hand sliding to rest on your hip. “I bet if I read that page out loud right now, you’d make that exact noise.”

The thought of Sam reading the words on that page. Those words in his voice. Your stomach flipped in a way that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with anticipation.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you shot back even as your grip on your book loosened slightly.

“Try me,” Sam whispered, his fingers dancing along the edge of your book. “I’ve read worse things than whatever’s on that page. Ancient curses, demonic texts...” His lips brushed against your ear. “Lust and fertility spells... Things that would make your romance novel blush.” You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you.

“It’s not a romance novel. It’s contemporary fiction with romantic elements,” you corrected.

“Of course,” Sam agreed, the tone in his voice clearly humoring you. “So contemporary fiction with romantic elements has you looking like you’re trying to solve complex equations in your head? Because that’s what your face looks like.”

“My face does not look like that.” Sam’s hand finally caught yours, gently prying the book from your grasp.

“Let’s see what has you so... concentrated.”

You made a half-hearted grab for the book, but your heart wasn’t fully into it. Sam flipped through the pages, his long fingers deftly finding page 243. His eyes scanned the text, and you watched as his expression shifted from playful to something... darker. More intense.

“Well, well, well...” he murmured, his voice dropping into that dangerous register that always made your knees weak. “No wonder you’re so engrossed.”

“It’s part of the plot,” you insisted, though you didn’t quite believe your own argument.

Sam’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the heat in them made your breath catch in your throat.

“The plot where the rugged hero pins the protagonist against the wall and–” He paused to skim the next line, one eyebrow raised in your direction. “You call these ‘romantic elements’?” You snatched the book back from him, tamping down your embarrassment.

“It’s about the emotional connection,” you mumbled unconvincingly.

“Right,” Sam drawled, all teeth and dimples as he smiled. “The emotional connection happening while they’re–”

“Sam!” You swatted at his arm, but a smile of your own tugged your lips upwards.

He caught your hand, bringing it to his lips to press a soft kiss against your knuckles.

“You know,” he started, voice low and intimate, “it doesn’t bother me that you read those sorts of things. I just didn’t realize how... detailed they were.”

“Why do you think I keep them to myself? You guys watch your porn; we girls typically read it.” Sam’s thumb traced circles on your wrist as his eyes darkened.

“I could give you something better than fiction.” Your next breath stuttered.

“Better how?”

“Well,” he began, his lips just a whisper away from yours, “for starters, I wouldn’t just pin you against a wall and leave it at that.”

“No?” The word was harder to get out than you expected.

“No.”

His free hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “I’d take my time with you. Make it last longer than a page or two.” You couldn’t stop the small sound that escaped your throat at that – the exact sound he’d mentioned earlier. Sam’s knowing smile told you that he didn’t miss it either. “There it is,” he murmured, satisfaction laced in his voice. “That’s the noise.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, bringing your hands to your face. But there was no denying the way your body responded to his words. To the knowing look in his eyes. To the feeling of being completely seen and known by your boyfriend. To being so completely loved.

“Make me.” Sam’s voice was a rumble that you felt more than heard.

The book tumbled to the floor, forgotten, as you reached for him, fingers threading through his soft hair to pull him closer. His lips met yours with an intensity that stole your breath. No matter how many times you kissed him, you would never get enough. You could kiss him all day, every day and still never have enough of him.

“So,” Sam mumbled against your lips,” tell me what happens next in that book of yours.” You laughed breathlessly.

“I thought you were giving me something better than fiction.”

“Oh I plan to.” His hand was already sliding beneath your shirt, warm against your skin. “But I need some inspiration. Tell me what those characters are doing right now.”

You bit your lip, a rush of boldness washing over you.

“He’s kissing her neck,” you whispered, “right below her ear where she’s most sensitive.”

“Like this?” Sam’s lips found that exact spot, drawing a gasp. You arched against him.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Exactly like that.”

“What else?” His voice was rough with desire.

“He’s telling her how beautiful she is.” You dug your fingers into his shoulders as he continued his exploration. “How even though she does so much that annoys him, he can’t help but watch her. How he imagined this moment.”

Sam pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze intense.

“I have been watching you. All day,” he confessed. “The way you get so lost in those books. The way your breathing changes when you hit those scenes.” His hand slid up your side, fingers tracing your ribs through your shirt. “It’s been driving me crazy.”

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” you asked as his lips returned to your neck. You tilted your head to the side.

“Because I liked watching you,” he admitted. “Liked trying to figure out what was happening in those pages that put that look on your face.” His teeth grazed the skin near your jugular, gently nipping. You shivered under his attention. “But now I think I’d rather be the one making you look that way.”

You tugged at his flannel, a sudden need to feel more of him overtaking you.

“Show me.” If you weren’t mistaken, you were sure Sam growled at your words. With one fluid movement, he had you beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His hands pinned yours above your head, a perfect mirror of the scene you’d been reading. The realization made heat pool in your core.

“Is this what happens in your book?” he asked, voice husky as he studied your face.

“Something like this,” you managed. “But the real thing is way better.”

“Damn right it is,” Sam growled. You were sure of it this time. And yeah. That was fucking hot.

Fiction had its perks, but as Sam’s hand wandered, – his other still kept your wrists pinned – exploring every inch of you with the same meticulous attention he gave to his research, you made the executive decision that reality was so much better. The way Sam whispered your name against your skin. The way his eyes darkened when you arched against him. There was no way any author could capture that perfectly.

“You know,” Sam murmured against your collarbone, “I’ve always wondered about what gets you so worked up in those books.” His fingers skimmed along the hem of your shirt, playing with it teasingly. “I think I like knowing your little secret.”

“It’s hardly a secret now,” you replied, your voice catching as his hand slipped beneath the fabric. Sam’s smile turned predatory.

“So tell me, what happens next in that scene? Page two-forty-four must be getting good.” You flushed, remembering exactly what came next.

“M-maybe we should just improvise.”

“No, no,” Sam insisted, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I want to know. Consider it research.”

“Research?” you laughed, only slightly breathless as his thumb traced circles on your hip.

“Very important hunter research,” he confirmed solemnly, though his dimples gave him away. “What does your book suggest I do next?”

You swallowed hard, remembering the explicit details on the following page. It may or may not have been your third read of the book... You’d never confirm or deny that.

“Well, he... he starts to undress her. Slowly.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “Like he’s unwrapping something precious.” Sam ‘hmm’ed softly as he slid the hem of your shirt up, just enough to expose a strip of skin. 

“Like this?” You nodded, breath unsteady as he slowly pushed the fabric higher, his calloused fingertips setting every nerve alight in their wake. “And then?” he prompted, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued his torturously slow pace.

“He tells her how long he’s wanted her,” you breathed, lifting your arms to help him pull off your shirt entirely. Sam’s expression softened, vulnerability bleeding through his teasing facade.

“That part’s true, you know,” he said softly. His hands stilled on your skin, hazel eyes holding yours with a steady confidence that made your chest tighten. “Ever since that first hunt when you stayed up all night to find that obscure banishing ritual. You were so focused. So brilliant. And then the next morning I found you asleep with your nose in a book.”

“I remember,” you said, reaching up to brush his hair from his forehead. “You brought me coffee.”

“And you told me about the book instead of the hunt.” His smile had turned tender, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “That’s when I knew I was in trouble.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest at the confession, a different warmth than the heat of desire, but it was no less powerful. He had never told you that before.

“Are you saying you fell for me because of my reading habits?”

“Among other things.” He lowered his head to press a kiss against your collarbone. “I fell for all of you. The researcher who could outpace me in the library. The hunter who had my back. The woman who got lost in fictional worlds when ours got too heavy.” Your chest grew tight with emotion. You had known that something more profound had been building between you and Sam since those early days. But you didn’t ever think it could become something like this. Something deeper. Sam wasn’t just your other half. He didn’t just complete you. He was more.

“God, I love you,” you said breathlessly. You pulled him down to kiss you.

“Love you too.”

You slid your hands under his flannel shirt, pushing it off his broad shoulders. 

“Oh, is this what happens next?”

“I don’t care about the book anymore,” you said as he shrugged out of the garment. “I’d rather write our own story.” Sam’s responding smile was slow and devastating.

“I like that idea.” His hands found your waist, fingertips pressing just firmly enough not to tickle. “Chapter one?”

“Chapter one.”

As his lips found yours again, you couldn’t help but think about how different this was from the scene in your book. The fictional characters had passion, certainly. But they lacked the history that made every tough between you and Sam meaningful. They didn’t have years of watching each other’s backs. Of patching wounds. Of the late-night research sessions that turned into deeper conversations. 

When Sam’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, his touch tentative despite the heat in his eyes, you bucked against him. The sound that escaped you was one you don’t think you had ever made before. Not while reading. Not during hunts. Not any moment prior.

“I want to hear more of that,” he said softly, his lips trailing down your neck to the sensitive spot where your shoulder began. “I want to hear every sound you can make.”

“That might take a while.”

“We’ve got all night.” His voice was a promise against your skin. “And I’m a very thorough researcher.” You laughed, even as his hands continued their exploration.

“I don’t think research is as broad of a term as you think it is.” Sam lifted his head for a moment.

“Field work,” he corrected, pressing a kiss to your sternum. “Very important field work.”

Clothing was discarded piece by piece, and Sam took his time memorizing what made you gasp. What made you sigh. What made you whisper his name like a prayer. As though he had never done it before. And when he moved back above you, his weight supported on his forearms, his eyes found yours. And you knew that no words could ever capture this feeling. The connection between the two of you went beyond physical desire. It was built on trust forged and tempered by life-or-death situations. On countless quiet moments in motel rooms. The sleepless nights in the bunker library. The understanding that came from seeing each other at your most vulnerable.

“You with me?” Sam whispered, his breath warm against your lips as he paused, waiting. Ever patient. Ever caring.

“Always,” you answered, and the word had more weight behind it. Weight you only hoped Sam could understand. His hips pressed forward, and he sank into you, a delicious stretch every time.

When he moved, it was with the same care and attention he gave to everything important in his life. Each thrust was deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours as your bodies found a rhythm together. Your hands mapped the familiar terrain of his back, tracing old scars you knew the stories behind, feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingertips.

“Better than fiction?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. His hair fell around his face like a curtain, and you reached up to tuck it behind his ear, needing to see his eyes.

“So much better,” you breathed, arching into him as he shifted just enough to hit the spot that made stars explode in your mind’s eye. “No comparison.”

Your words seemed to be the key to the floodgates in him. Sam’s movements became more urgent, more passionate. Though he never lost the core tenderness that was so essentially Sam. Your name fell from his lips like a mantra. Like a song he would never get tired of singing. It mixed with praises and desperate sounds that you tried to commit to memory, determined to hear them again and again.

Pressure built inside you, and you reached a hand between your bodies, finding your clit. Your head fell back against the pillow, jaw going slack. When you finally tumbled over the edge, Sam’s name tore from your throat, loud enough that you were sure someone else heard you. You couldn’t be bothered to care for longer than a half a second as Sam followed you moments later. Your name was a broken cry on his lips as his body tensed and then shuddered against yours.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your mingled breathing, gradually evening out as you each reveled in each other. Sam pressed his forehead against yours, eyes closed as though he were savoring the moment. When he finally looked at you again, you were sure that the tenderness in his gaze made your heart skip a beat.

“I think that I need to pay more attention to what you’re reading,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple as he shifted to lie beside you. You laughed softly, curling into his side as he wrapped his arm around you.

“Is that right?”

“Mmm,” he hummed, his fingers tracing idle patterns along your side. “Quality control. Research purposes.” You laughed again, playfully smacking his chest.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, but you smiled regardless. “So you’ll be monitoring my reading material now?”

“No, never. Just... taking a more active interest.” Sam’s dimples deepened. His hand moved to drag lazily up and down your spine, sending soft shivered through your still-sensitive body. “For instance, if I see that calm expression again, I’ll know exactly what’s happening on those pages.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his laughter rumble through him.

“I still can’t believe you figured it out.”

“Hunter, remember? Observing details is kind of our thing.” His fingers tangled in your hair, gently working through the knots that had formed. “Though I have to say... this particular investigation had a much better ending than most.”

“Better than any book ending too,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

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[syvvieon]

Why the May 2025 Deltarune Newsletter Heavily Implies the Existence of a New Weird Route

new newsletter, rejoice! alongside some cool new info regarding release - specifically timezones and consoles - we also got some new information which i strongly believe implies the existence of a chapter three and/or four weird route. let me explain!

so, this begins with toby's reveal of the playstation trophies. unsurprisingly for a meta game element in deltarune, they seem to be written by the GONER_MAKER voice, or probably-gaster.

notably, one of them, the chapter 3 end trophy, has this description:

this trophy is also pretty special, as toby has something to say about it:

i believe these two small details are hints towards the existence of a new or continued weird route.

i know that's absurd to say from just that, so let me explain! from those two bits of information we can extrapolate four criteria for these "certain conditions."

they provide an alternative manner to reaching the end of the chapter

they are, to some degree, secretive or obscured beyond what a casual player would experience

they are not a bug as toby is calling attention to them before release

they are something that probably-gaster would consider an issue

now look. i have really really tried to think of anything that could be being implied here beyond a weird route because it feels so out there, but i simply cannot think of anything that makes any more sense and fits the criteria. therefore, i'm going to call it. chapters 3 and 4 will likely have at least one weird route, whether that be as a continuation of the chapter 2 route or an individual new route.

if you can think of anything else please feel free to bring it up in tags/replies/reblogs!

[chipthekeeper]

Velcinta September, Weekend #2 - connect

Cinta and Vel stay connected by a window motif throughout the second half of the season. More meta thoughts on the symbolism under the cut.

Starting with Gorn’s description of the Eye, Vel and Cinta’s story is always connected by the motif of windows. Cinta watches from the ground as Vel and the others escape through the Eye, aka “the window to the galaxy.” They reunite on Ferrix but soon after have to separate again – Vel takes the shuttle to leave, staring out the window down at the city; Cinta watches the Andor place through the window in the nearby room. We get a blurry view of Vel and her cousin through Mon’s window on Coruscant. And of course in the finale, Vel returns to Ferrix and pleads with Cinta to “come away from the window” and relax for a moment. Cinta does, even if slowly.

From what I can tell, there are two main things symbolized by windows in stories – freedom and escape, and a portal between one’s inner and outer worlds. I’d say sometimes these blur together within the symbol as well. In this case the first mostly pertains to Cinta, even though Vel was the one to escape Aldhani through the window of the Eye. She longs for an escape from the pain she has suffered at the hands of the Empire, for freedom from its oppression. It is her singular focus, underlined by the intense stare out the window in episode 8 and later 12. She cannot take her eyes away from the window, from the chance to get closer to freedom.

The barrier between the inner and outer worlds applies more to Vel, the character with the most stark contrast between the self they present to the world (or at least the world that once knew them) and who they really are or want to be. Even in the scene with Mon – which starts with that blurry, rainy window – Vel cannot be fully herself and tell Mon what she’s done on Aldhani. And all the rest of her family knows her only as some spoiled rich kid who just likes to go off traveling.

So what does this symbolism and connection mean for their arcs? I find it interesting that when we first meet them it’s out in the wild on Aldhani, where there really are no windows. Out there in the highlands they have work to do of course, but compared to the rest of their lives this is a place where they can be free and escape, where their inner and outer lives don’t have such a barrier between them. Then the Eye comes, closing the window between them rather literally. Vel escapes, leaving behind the most important part of her inner life. And Cinta is left watching, trapped there on the planet and literally wrapped in the uniform of her oppressors.

In episode 8 during their reunion in the cafe, they’re on a bit more even ground with Cinta having also escaped Aldhani, but now the windows are there and they are still on opposite sides of them. The escape Vel craves is not the same one Cinta does, and Cinta points this out to her with the iconic mirror line: “I’m a mirror, Vel. You love me because I show you what you need to see.” And the thing is, they BOTH reflect what the other needs – Vel to look outwardly toward the fight, Cinta to look inwardly to a connection that will keep her from losing herself to that fight.

When they part again they are very beautifully shown looking through the windows between them, seemingly at each other – like reflections in a mirror – but not really. Because this is about windows, not mirrors. Again, they’re each looking toward the thing they want, the thing the window is either a portal to or a barrier in the way of: freedom from the Empire for Cinta, who is surrounded by the Empire and longing to take the fight to them; and the comfort of her inner life for Vel, who knows she has to go back to Chandrila and pretend to be the spoiled rich girl. This all culminates in the final big scene for them, when in the finale Vel asks Cinta to come away from the window. She has gone back to Coruscant and used Cinta’s words to help keep Mon’s focus on the fight, and she’s returned to help finish this job now. She even tells Cinta that she was right to miss picking her up in favor of keeping an eye on the ISB. She’s now looking outward at the fight and what needs to be done, but Cinta still needs to turn around and look inside, look at her inner life and how dark it’s become. Vel gently orders Cinta to turn around, turn away from that window she’s kept her eyes on all this time. And she does, and finally they are looking at each other but also in the directions they’ve avoided until now – Vel facing the window, Cinta facing inside. They both still have some work to do, but at least now they're looking and moving in the right direction. The window both separates them and connects them the whole time, and finally they are on the same side of it, even if only for a while.

[vivsteria]

⊹₊⟡⋆ flower field salvation (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

ヘ(><#)ノa/n: i wrote jing yuan, i have to write blade too. hoyo, make blade meta again and my life is yours ㅤpair: yingxing/blade x gn! siren! reader (but it's spelt syren for the sake of quirkiness) reader is from a thalassa; written before thalassa release, idk if there's siren characters or not

⟢ warnings: yingxing mention!, regular mentally unwell blade, mentions of previous injuries, descriptions of violence, gore & self harm (from blade), fluff, reader isn't mute per say but due to their powers they're unable to talk, not beta read

i was heavily inspired by the architect by luxdeoro on ao3, the way they wrote blade was so heavenly, it rlly influenced how i wrote him here!!

"blade."

he opens his eyes.

for once, he doesn't feel it. the ache in his head. the writhing of his organs inside his skin. he remains oblivious to the pace and beat of his heart (the one that isn't his to begin with).

he doesn't feel the overwhelming urge to slam his fingers into the walls until they spray in weird directions, just to watch the bones shift back in place.

the desire to free fall from a building onto the concrete floor, replaced by the desire to sit in silence in this strange flower field he had awoken in.

there were an array of flowers, most being red. hundreds of cannas, roses, lilies, as far as the eye could see. his gaze sweeps the land before settling in front of him. a small tea table, adorned with a teapot and two empty tea cups.

it's the perfect weather for tea.

he watches the flower petals dance in the wind before settling on the lake. when was there a lake?

he instinctively brings his hand to his side, but stops. what was he doing? he should be enjoying a nice cup of tea.

"what tea did you get today?" he asks, his voice was smooth, having only a slightly deeper tilt at the end of his sentences. a consistent pace.

across from him, you smile. "orange blossom oolong."

it's like the world around him celebrates your voice. the wind heaves a gentle huff, just enough to cause a parade of flower petals and to caress both of your hairs, but not enough to cause discomfort of a stayed strand.

he smiles. "this is quite a big pot, we should invite.."

yingxing falters.

you frown from across him, face full of disappointment, then fear. then nothing.

yingxing's vision blurs. the healthy flowers around shrivel and it's like they're screaming as a ringing erupts in the air. or was it his head? they shrivel and stretch, their pain reflected as the noise gets louder. their styles and stigmas like hands and arms reaching out for salvation against the pain.

everything crashes down on him once more.

his head pounds, as though his brain is trying to dig out of his skull. yingxing's bones are screaming for rest, as though he's carried the weight of the world for too long. every pulse of this heart, he can feel as the blood spreads through every tip of his fingers, the way it curls and bends at his folded knees and travels to his toes.

"do you recognize the bodies in the water?"

he looks up, only to see himself, back when he was younger, in a matching pose with his head tilted down and eyes closed. his hair a healthy shade of midnight blue as opposed to the current gray that had arrived with age.

his voice was deeper, raspier. he doesn't remember it sounding like that. where every word was drawled, crawling and scraping out of his mouth.

"do you recognize the bodies in the water?"

he looks over to the lake.

two bodies emerge.

they pollute the once-clear reflective blue with red, a matching shade to the tortured flowers.

"do you?"

yingxing looks back to his younger self, only to see the same red. his eyes, almost glowing.

he stays silent. he did. the water level rose.

"don't you belong with them?" he asks. blade nods. "you think you deserve to live? drinking tea?"

"the only path ahead of you is destruction."

more bodies begin to surface. magenta. silver. black. gray.

and there's yours. not dead. but feasting. you're drinking the red-stained water, until you make eye contact with him. slowly, you crawl up the hill. the spider-lilies tilt opposite of you, avoiding, until you reach him. the one opposite of him, his younger self; the one with gray hair and face full of wrinkles that showed his privilege of aging, of being close to death. you, still making eye contact, lean in and kiss the side of yingxing's face. yingxing speaks again, "when will death come?"

"our death will come soon." blade promises. but yingxing smiles at him. "my death has been bypassed. but yours is left unfulfilled."

blade opens his eyes.

he exhales, closing them only briefly before opening them again. you're in view now. a sad chitter escapes you, akin to a sea otter. it rings against his ears, and he almost loses focus.

"it's fine."

you stare. before giving a big smile, one that's akin to the people that smile in the toothpaste commercial he sees you watching.

he gets up and pats your head, forcing his hand to move despite the frequent on-and-off paralysis. it sends lightning of pain down his arm.

when your hands move, his eyes hone in.

food?

he gets up soundlessly, and you follow.

kafka sets down two plates the moment you both sit down, a healthy display of different food groups and colors. she smiles, "orange blossom tea?"

blade nods wordlessly as you eat.

"you've gotten a lot better with utensils." kafka comments, gently patting your head as she waits for the tea leaves to finish seeping.

it's been several decades since you'd join the stellaron hunters, but preen at kafka's babying praises nonetheless. she eyes blade too, noting how slowly he was moving his hands. she had made sure to set spoons out, knowing blade's pride he wouldn't ask for it, but knowing blade's mobility, he couldn't use chopsticks anymore. luckily, you being the messy eater you were, made blade feel less lonely when using utensils sloppily.

⟢wc: ~900 i wanna write more blade x siren reader like wait let me cook..

[fourormore]

FOUR OR MORE 2024 FICATHON

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AO3 COLLECTION

[CLOSED] THIS EVENT HAS FINISHED. WE ARE NO LONGER TAKING PROMPTS BUT OUR COLLECTION WILL REMAIN OPEN FOR LATE ENTRIES.

It is here! The inaugural event for FOUR OR MORE is live. A ficathon designed to get more fic featuring relationships with four or more people out into the world! Inspired by the Rarest of Rairpairs ficathon, this first event will run from August 15th to October 20th.

GUIDELINES

- Any medium! Any rating! As long as your work focuses on a relationship with 4 or more people, it's allowed! - No minimum or maximum but fills must be complete. - You don’t have to fill something to leave a prompt. The more prompts, the merrier! - Prompts must be for relationships featuring 4 or more people. - You may link to the fill if it is posted elsewhere. Warnings are not mandatory, but you're free to include them if you wish to do so. - You may combine these with other events, as long as the other event allows it. - Small fandoms welcome! - Don't forget to comply with the community guidelines.

Prompts can be found in the comments of the official DW announcement.

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Q: My work contains [INSERT WARNING HERE]. Can I still participate? A: Yes. This is a CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) space. Feel free to tag us in your posts #fourormore or @/fourormore and we will reblog your post.

Q: I don't want to see [X] content, can you please remove it? A: No. The only content that will be removed will be that that does not comply with the rules. You can ask us to tag a certain topic for blacklisting purposes and you are more than encouraged to do so, but remember that you can always unfollow if some content upsets you.

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ALL works must feature a relationship with 4 or more people as its focus. All configurations are allowed.

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MHA Theory: Trumpet's Incite

It’s no secret that the Meta-Liberation Army members were wasted overall. Trumpet arguably gets the least amount of screentime compared to the other members, but could we talk about his meta-ability, Incite for a second?

Incite grants the ability to enhance Hanabata’s allies’ bodies and minds by way of electromagnetic waves. His quirk is similar to La Brava’s Love in some aspects, however Incite can affect multiple targets at once and can be strengthen the more his voice is amplified*.

However, the manga glosses over the very fact that Trumpet’s voice produces electromagnetic waves, which unlocks a whole new level of potential for him. Why does this matter? Electromagnetic waves are used in day-to-day life, especially for certain forms of communication, by way of radio, microwave, and infrared light waves.

If Trumpet is capable of controlling the frequency of said electromagnetic waves, it is possible he could use Incite as a communication jammer. Even with Skeptic’s hacking abilities, Tomoyasu is limited to electronics that can access the internet. With Hanabata’s meta-ability, the MLA could interfere with walkie-talkies, comm devices, even certain support gear that would otherwise remain unaffected by Skeptic’s hacking.

There’s also the chance that Hanabata’s electromagnetic waves could be turned into an EMP or electromagnetic pulse. (Perhaps with a modified version of Seven Louds.) Incite could short-circuit or fry electronics, permanently disabling the tech on the heroes' side.

Perhaps, my theory is beyond the capabilities of Hanabata’s Incite, but it's cool to imagine how amazing Trumpet and the MLA could have been. *Based on the manga’s description of his quirk.

** Please note: I am not too familiar with the topic of electromagnetic waves and EMP. While I did do my research, some of this information could be incorrect. Please feel free to point out any inaccuracies to me!  

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