#I PROMISE THIS TIME I WON'T FORGET

[shadowboxmind]

Maybe a hot take, but I don't think the Traveler was being inconsistent or out of character in the last archon quest at all. People are getting upset at their reaction to Lyney and Lynette's behavior from the perspective of players, with meta knowledge of the story that the Traveler, the character, doesn't have.

The players know, for example, that because they're playable characters, Lyney and Lynette are ultimately friendly and on "our" side, and we can also trust that what they told us about their backstory is true. The Traveler does not have that knowledge.

TO BE CLEAR this post is talking about my thoughts on the TRAVELER'S thought process. If we want to talk about how I personally would have reacted to the situation, I'm an overly trusting bleeding-heart who would absolutely get scammed and probably murdered by Fatui in this universe.

(Also characters, even main characters who you normally like, can do things you disagree with and that doesn't mean they're badly written. I mean, sometimes they are, but I don't think that's true in this particular case)

But think about it! Looking at the entire situation from an in-universe, in-character POV, it's a really bad look for Lyney and Lynette overall, because here are the facts as the Traveler is aware of them:

Lyney and Lynette are not only members of the Fatui, the primary antagonistic force in this story, but are specifically members of the House of the Hearth, which is known to specialize in espionage, subterfuge, and sabotage.

Both of them also work in a field that would further require them to be masters of misdirection, audience manipulation, and drama.

They "coincidentally" ran into the Traveler right as they arrived in Fontaine and immediately began to do them favors and be very friendly, including saving them from Furina, bringing them to meet their family, and gifting them VIP tickets to Lyney's show.

During the trial, the twins withheld key information, and not just about their identities (and listen, I get it, I fully empathize with why they did it, I get the reasoning, but it's still a bad look when it gets figured out) but also about what they were doing in the tunnel.

They admitted that the entire magic show was a ruse to do, guess what? espionage! To break into the room with the Oratrice's core and find out how it works. To, through subterfuge, obtain Fontaine's secrets about the nation's most important mechanism and central source of power.

The Traveler has known these people for like, a day total.

So what conclusions might the Traveler draw from these facts? When the evidence shows that Lyney and Lynette have a record of misdirection and obfuscation for their own ends? When the Traveler has no way of knowing if even their initial meeting was orchestrated for an ulterior purpose? How are they supposed to know if the tragic backstory is even true, or if that's just Lyney trying to win back some favor and sympathy? In my opinion, at that moment, they don't. Hence the coldness.

My interpretation of events is that the Traveler does like the twins, and wanted to keep liking them, but was struggling to reconcile their initial impression of two friendly magicians with the realization that these two friendly magicians were dishonest with them for most of the time they'd known each other, so they needed to have some space to figure that out.

And for those saying the Traveler is inconsistent, here's the thing: they still helped Lyney. They still acted as his attorney, investigated thoroughly, won the case, and cleared his name. They've done similar for other Fatui members in their acquaintance—they helped Childe with Teucer, they helped Scaramouche/Wanderer with getting his memories back, they helped that other member of the House of the Hearth fake her death and escape the organization—whether or not they fully trusted them, and generally they didn't.

As for the Traveler's supposed hypocrisy, my view of their relationship with Childe is that it's only improved because, despite Childe trying to nuke Liyue in the past, the Traveler knows that

a. They can handle him if it comes down to a fight again; b. He likes them, regardless of if the feeling is mutual or not, and is indeed aggressively friendly to the point where it's easier to just be civil; c. Childe is generally upfront and honest about his actions and will strike from the front, not stab them in the back; and d. He's worked together with them before when they had a common goal (for example, the labyrinth they went through with Xinyan).

They know how his mind works and what motivates him. Childe is a known quantity, the twins are not, and it took in-story time and shared experiences for the Traveler to get to even this point of neutrality; they were openly suspicious of him during his story quest.

As for holding his Vision for him, the Traveler didn't exactly volunteer for the job, Childe literally threw it at them with no warning and peaced out. What do you expect them to do, drop it in the sea? That would be inconsistent with their characterization.

Wanderer's whole situation is even weirder, since the Traveler was able to experience his actual memories and emotions and therefore has good reason to trust that he's had a genuine change of heart. Not to mention that they're not friends, I'd argue they're in that same nebulous "neutral" zone, and that only because Nahida usually functions as a buffer (and also because, again, the Traveler knows that they can handle Wanderer in a fight, and Wanderer also tends to be blunt and honest).

Also, in Lyney's story quest it seems like everyone got over their problems pretty fast and they're all chummy now, so you can all rest easy that the twins' feelings weren't too hurt about it.

Anyways if you disagree go ham, refute my points, whatever, just keep things civil.

[somnimagus]

Ohh if MoM would let me this is still The Ideal Team I would assemble based on who's the funniest to watch run

[lenievi]

Stargate SG-1 is so good. I love it so much 🥺

[razzek]

This is going to be hard to find so, to anyone else who was on James Somerton's Patreon until last night, can anyone help me find out the sources of his Revolutionary Girl Utena video? I really enjoyed that and I'd like to give whoever he got it from some love.

[killhadrian]

Depth Perception

Chapters: 1/9 Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler/Kaiba Seto Characters: Mutou Yuugi, Mazaki Anzu | Tea GardnerHonda, Hiroto | Tristan Taylor, Kawai Shizuka | Serenity Wheeler, Kaiba Mokuba Additional Tags: slow burn, frenemies to lovers, implied/referenced child abuse, getting together, canon-typical violence, POV Kaiba Seto, POV Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, post-canon, angst, humor

Summary:

There’s nothing like a shared near-death experience to turn your worst frenemy into an unexpected ally. Kaiba offers Joey a job as thanks and ends up with more than he paid for—namely, a heart. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Maybe not the most surprising of crises—Mokuba got kidnapped on a quarterly basis—but what could Joey say, he felt bad for the guy. He got the whole big brother thing, after all, and watching Kaiba pace around with his coat snagging on chairs and pinball machines at the arcade Joey worked at, screaming into his headset with bloodshot eyes was just sorta sad."

Read Chapter 1 on AO3

[mettywiththenotes]

I find it funny how BNHA is one of the most popular anime/manga and yet people seem to forget almost everything that happens. like how.

[stobinesque]

do you ever just listen to Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac and go feral?

[flysafepapi]

siren song 11/?

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Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Summary: For a moment, just a second, it looks like the man’s eyes are black, even under the warm golden light from the ceilings, but when Tommy looks back up after glancing at the bottle of whiskey held in a surprisingly delicate looking hand, the eyes he sees looking back at him are brown. Dark, but nowhere near dark enough to be considered black by any stretch of the imagination. The man, who’s name Tommy realises he doesn’t know, doesn’t show any sort of expression on his face, but he still gets the impression he’s being laughed at somehow.

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It’s strange, Tobias thinks, how little the streets have changed since he last walked them and yet how nothing is familiar to him anymore. The houses and buildings are different, and none of the businesses he remembers remain, but it still feels like coming home. Everything is more or less in the same place, though there’s been a considerable expansion, and it isn’t too hard to navigate through the small town out to where the farm once stood. Nothing of the house remains, but he remembers the tree that still stands on the far side, close to the river. 

Tobias closes his eyes, and for a second it’s almost as if he can hear the familiar laughter and creaking of the thick ropes tied firmly around the sturdier branches, but when he opens his eyes the illusion disappears like smoke and there’s nothing around but him and the moonlight and the distant sound of cars puttering through the town. It feels like a Herculean effort to turn and walk away, back down the dirt path towards the center of town, towards the reason he ever stepped foot back in the place where everything was ripped away from him. 

The cemetery is still and silent. Not a surprise, given the late hour, and he’s thankful for the solitude as he walks towards the older sections, out to where the stones remain but the names have long since worn away from age and the elements. The surface is rough and cold under his fingertips when he traces along where he remembers the engravings to be, and he feels a flash of shame and anger towards himself for not coming back more often. Dew seeps into the fabric of his clothes when he sinks down among the weeds and grass. 

“I’m sorry that I never came back.” In the silence, his voice sounds too loud, and he drops to a whisper. “I hope you forgive me.”

It’s foolish to pause and wait for a response that wasn’t ever going to come, but it doesn’t stop him from wishing and hoping. After all, if he can exist as he is, then surely more mystical things must exist somewhere out there. 

“I messed up, and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know if there’s a point in even trying to fix it. We move one step forward, something just pushes us three steps back. This time it was something that was my fault. I’ll admit that,” he says, looking down at his hands. The scars stare back up at him like an accusation of his worst mistakes. 

Nothing but the sound of the wind through the trees answers. 

What he wouldn’t give to hear her voice one last time, telling him the perfect way to erase what he’s done, just like all the little moments when she would calm his father down and say that they would get through everything as a team. In his mind he can picture it so clearly, the matching marks on their hands- 

He stands up so fast that the dirt underneath his feet shifts. 

“I knew you’d have all the answers. I promise to come back, soon. Give everyone my love. Tell them I’m sorry. I never meant to get them hurt because of me.”

It’s just a figment of his imagination, he’s sure of it, but just for a moment when he reaches the bottom of the hill and glances back, he almost thinks he sees his mother standing in the shadows of the trees, hands clasped to her chest as she looks down at him. 

~~~

The short walk back into the office is something he’s done hundreds, maybe thousands, of times, and yet doing it with the woman just in front of him feels like walking into his own execution. She doesn’t make a sound as she goes, not even a footstep on the creaky wooden floor, and it’s just as disconcerting as the blank, black-eyes stare she gives him when she looks at him over her shoulder. Tobias had kept his more less-human traits carefully hidden, so to openly see the reality of just what they are is more than a little jarring. It leaves him feeling oddly off-kilter. 

“Are you going to tell me what your name is?”

“Is that going to be important to you?”

“That depends on why you’re here.”

Slowly, Tommy shuts the door, careful to keep from turning his back to her. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he can’t shake the feeling that as soon as he did, he would find himself with his spine carved out of his back with nothing but fingernails and determination. 

He should’ve hidden the box away, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch it, even though it’s been over a week since Tobias left it behind. Opening it was even further out of the question. The woman freezes in place the moment she sees it. If nothing else, she could resemble a statue for how still she stands, staring at it with a mixture of exasperation and understanding on her face. 

“Louise,” she says, suddenly, and Tommy isn’t proud of the way it takes a few seconds to understand. 

“Excuse me?”

“You asked my name. It’s Louise. Not my real name, but that’s a closely guarded secret I won’t be sharing.” The ‘with you’ at the end of her sentence is unspoken, but he hears it all the same. 

The chair behind his desk creaks softly when he sits down and he gestures for her to do the same, not surprised in the least that she ignores the chair and stays standing, looking down at him. For a few long moments, neither of them speak, and Tommy takes the time to carefully file away every detail about Louise that he notices no matter how small or insignificant it might turn out to be. It’s not hard to see the way she stands, tall and proud and sure, and it’s been years since he’s been anywhere near a battlefield but he recognises the air of a commander even now. He refuses to dwell on the fact that whatever war she fought in, and he’s almost certain she has fought in one, is most likely captured in some dusty history book somewhere. 

“What can I help you with?”

“Where did you get that box?”

It’s a non-question, Louise already knows exactly where it came from. Still, he knows she wants to hear him say it. He doesn’t give her the satisfaction and watches her eyes grow darker when he stays silent on the subject. 

“There’s nowhere on this earth, no carefully hidden piece of it, where my son could hide from me. No matter how many times he’s run, and he has, I have always found him,” Louise says, taking a step closer to him. “However long you think you’ve known him, I can tell you that you know nothing. I don’t know who you are and I don’t care to know. You will tell me what happened here, and why you have that in your possession.” It’s a demand, and she makes it clear. It takes a not-insignificant effort to keep the shiver of fear off his face. 

“What makes you think I did anything?”

Louise sighs, and looks at him like he’s a particularly difficult child, and if she’s as old as he suspects she is then that’s closer to the truth than either of them are saying. 

“What do you know of his parents?”

~~~

Anger isn’t the first emotion that arises when he opens his office door much later, long after everyone has left to do whatever it was they did during the nights, and Tobias is sitting in his chair. There’s only one lamp lit, so he’s half hidden in the shadows. First, there’s confusion, but it’s quickly taken over by annoyance (and a fragile sort of hope that Tommy viciously shoves down), then comes the anger. 

“What are you doing here?”

It should be satisfying, to watch the way Tobias flinches from the not-at-all concealed rage in his voice, but all he feels is sudden, bone deep exhaustion. He doesn’t think about why he hasn’t slept since Tobias listened to him and left, has been actively trying not to think about it, because to think about it means he has to acknowledge that he’d grown accustomed to not sleeping alone, and how difficult it’s going to be to go back to doing just that. 

“I wanted to see you.”

“Why? Here to finally collect on what Arthur promised you all those years ago?”

He doesn’t see Tobias move, and it never stops being irritating that it’s impossible to tell when and where he’ll choose to use whatever makes him able to do things humans could never hope to track. Between one blink and the next, the chair becomes empty and he feels warmth against his back, Tobias standing so close that Tommy can feel the edges of the pendant around his neck digging into his back. He feels the cold of Tobias’ fingers seeping through the thin fabric of his suit, and it takes everything he has not to shiver when those fingers wrap around his throat, not tightly enough to do any lasting damage but enough that the threat sends a vague shiver of fear up his spine. 

“Do you want me to? I could, if I wanted, and there’s nothing you or anyone else could do that would stop me,” Tobias says, a dark whisper in his ear like rolling smoke, and though he resists, he has no hope of fighting the strong grip turning his head to the side, baring his neck for whatever whims Tobias might have. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Tobias watching the vein in his neck throb in time with the beat of his heart and the look on his face isn’t familiar but it isn’t hard to figure out what it means. 

“You wouldn’t.” It’s a gamble, but no one who knows him would say that he doesn’t make risky decisions on a day to day basis. Still, he’s never quite gambled with anything on this scale, and he’d be lying if it didn’t peak his interest more than it should. 

“One day, I will. One day, soon, when you least expect it, I’m going to break into your bedroom and I’m going to steal you from your bed. I’ll take you away, somewhere where it’s just me and you and no one will find us, and we’ll see just how Tommy Shelby moves when someone else is pulling the strings.”

“And then?”

He misses the warmth as soon as it’s gone, not that he’d ever admit it out loud. 

“Then you’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

[kon-konk]

It's time! Juzumaru hit level 99 the day his Kiwame released, and he's finally decided to go out

[layla-carstairs]

I have so many asks that I've been neglecting but hopefully after Easter I will finally have the time to go through and answer them all!! fingers crossed!!

[iniziare]

/breathes calmly. Tifa—

[godsofsummer]

i doing art fight this year (team bloom) go look: https://artfight.net/~godsofsummer

[maratsbathtub]

Talking with allistic people about the French Revolution in real life can be really tiring. Like, they’ll just look at me weird, move the topic away from it, and then two weeks later when I mention the exact same thing I’d been rambling about they’ll have forgotten entirely.

[chrisodonline]

In case I forget to post later on tonight, sending all good vibes to Dani and ECO on their episode tonight. <3

[nozomimi01]

i should just make an art sideblog where i'll post twice a year lmao

[faexoxoxoxo]

My Love Mine All Mine...

Pairing : Alpha!Gojo Satoru x fem!Omega reader

Warning : 18+, breeding kink,...

Alpha! Satoru who always laughed at the idea of soulmates and destined lovers, considered himself too free-spirited to ever get saddled down with such a domestic way of life.

Alpha! Satoru who's famously known for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake, "not my fault they get attached..." Was the response he'd give whenever asked about the way he treated the woman who fell for him.

Alpha! Satoru who gets annoyed every time the clan elders force him to attend the yearly moon festival, where unmated members of different clans would gather in hopes of finding their mate, a tradition he has no interest in, but regardless is made to partake in every year.

Alpha! Satoru who stands in a corner alone trying to avoid all the desperate omegas who usually swarm towards him, each attempting to convince him they were meant to be his mate.

Alpha! Satoru who feels his whole body tense up when he catches a whiff of an intoxicating smell in the air, one that causes the logical part of his brain to shut down as a more predatory side of him surfaces.

Alpha! Satoru whose eyes frantically searches the area as he makes his way around the large room, shoving and passing the people in his way, heart pounding furiously in his chest while he tries to pinpoint the location of the scent.

Alpha! Satoru who gets a rush of excitement when he finally finds the source of the delectable aroma, you.

Alpha! Satoru who approaches slowly, scanning you from head to toe, taking in every little detail.

Alpha! Satoru who knows you're his mate, the other half of his soul, he doesn't know what to feel, never having wanted this, yet can't bring himself to turn away from you as the surge of desire to claim you on the spot washes over him.

Alpha! Satoru who lets out a low warning growl, as he sees you take a step back, standing behind your friends, his eyes narrowed as if to say, "Don't even think about running away from me." Striding forward, his presence was enough for your friends to back down, giving you an apologetic look before leaving you alone with Satoru.

Alpha! Satoru who noticed the change in your scent, how it went from sweet to sour, making him regret how aggressively he behaved. The last thing he ever wanted was to spook his little mate away. "No need to be afraid, princess," he attempted to ease your worries. "Promise I won't bite, unless you want me to..." he adds playfully, hoping to make you see he wasn't a threat.

Alpha! Satoru who sighs in relief when you nod, accepting his apology, a soft smile on your face as you agree to let him court you. "You won't regret this, princess !" He grinned, pulling you close and nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Alpha! Satoru who goes above and beyond to prove he's the perfect mate for you, pulling out all the stops by sending you flowers and presents, taking you on little dates whenever he's free, and showering you with affection. His gentle attitude towards you, shocking everyone who'd known the old him. No one could've imagined a day would come when the Gojo Satoru would behave like a lovesick teenager.

Alpha! Satoru whose love for you, grows deeper and deeper with each passing day, and with it, so does his possessiveness. Every once in a while, his instincts scream at him to rip out the throats of anyone other than him who gets close to you.

Alpha! Satoru who gets even more clingy when your heat approaches, finding it harder to keep his hands to himself, especially when you smell so damn good, it's like you're begging him to fuck his pups into you.

Alpha! Satoru who forgets all restraint the moment he gets a call from you begging for him to come home as your heat started earlier than expected, "please...please...please alpha need you in me so bad it h..hurts..." The words had him racing back home, business could wait, right now; he needed to be balls deep inside his precious mate.

Alpha! Satoru who walked into your bedroom and saw you, curled into the sheets, humping a pillow, trying to get some relief, but the moment you see him, you'd abandoned that instead getting up to pull him into your nest.

Alpha! Satoru who planned to take it nice and slow knowing this was your first time ever having cock inside you, but before he could get to prepping your virgin cunt, you'd unbuckled his belt, taking out his throbbing shaft, and slipped him inside your sopping pussy, but then bursting into tears at the feeling of getting stretched out, droplets of blood staining his cock.

Alpha! Satoru who hushes you, "Told you not to be impatient, princess...see what happens when you don't listen to daddy...It's okay, I got you..." he takes over, flipping you on your back, his hands working around your body, trailing kisses down your neck to distract you from the pain as he's slowly rocking back and forth, trying to get you used to the feeling of his cock.

Alpha! Satoru who loses himself to the sensation of your tight warm hole sucking him in, the feeling of his tip bullying your sweet spot with his rough thrusts, making you moan, once pain now turned to pleasure, your hips moving up to meet his, legs wrapped around his waist as your fingers dug into his back, drawing blood, earning a grunt from Satoru, who loved it whenever you played a little rough with him.

Alpha! Satoru who's lost count of how many times he had you creaming around his cock, not planning on stopping until he's given you every last drop of his cum in his balls, the image of you swollen heavy with his pups making him pound into you with a ruthless pace, watching the mixture of your juice and his seed dribbling on to the bed.

Alpha! Satoru who doesn't pull out even after you're both done, "good girl...gotta keep daddy's load inside to make sure it takes..." he coos, wrapping his arms around your exhausted frame as you drift into sleep, his fingers rubbing your swollen cum filled tummy, silently promising to forever keep you and your future pups safe...

A/N - it's 3am and I'm done lol not sure how well i worded all the words but it was my first time writing for gojo so hope everyone who reads enjoys this !

Thinking of maybe writing something something for geto soon soooo stay tuned...

Vampire Suguru fic

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