#and also so apologetic

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

OH MY GOD I have a delicious angst idea concerning Immortal! FL and Soulmate AU (technically hurt comfort so even better)

Long after Legacy's soulmate has passed away, he still stares at the faded name written across his arm, longing for someone that cannot come back to him.

So when another name randomly pops up, centuries after his soulmate's death, he is livid at celestia. Are they trying to console an unholy creature plagued with immortality by giving him another soulmate? Really? It seems like a cruel joke. It seems like celestia is taunting him, giving him a stranger to replace the love of his life, like giving a kid a toy to distract them from throwing a tantrum. He doesn't like that. Oh, he doesn't like that, deep within grief even after so long.

So he isolates himself, deep within a place no mortal can reach. He never seeks them out. Not that name, nor the second, nor the following that pop up whenever the most recent one has turned gray and faded. He stares at his body, littered with names long gone unreadable under his armor, and he curses celestia.

It takes him a long time to realise that each name marked on his body is a reincarnation of his soulmate, endlessly searching for the same name written in abyssal script, seeking the figure that appears every time they close their eyes. It isn't until the nth reincarnation that they manage to venture into the abyss themselves without perishing.

And he finds the same face before him, vividly awakening memories he has stewed in by himself for nearly a millennium.

(Does he try to attack them, blinded by grief and rage at celestia still, thinking its another way to mock him? Does he stagger backwards, horrified with himself when you call out his name again in that same frightened tone usually reserved for fear? Does he cry out, cradling your injured body, trying to undo what he has done? Do they perish once again by his hand or do they survive?)

:)

ohhhghghhh you are EVIL for doing this to me. EVIL!!!!! but i loooooove it >:)

there's been a hole in your heart ever since you were born. that's not to say that you couldn't love- you can and will, with great effect; you adore all your friends and take great joy in making them happy. but there's this constant feeling of emptiness in your chest, like you lost something precious ages ago; it never goes away no matter what you do, and that's not even mentioning the name of your supposed soulmate on your arm, written in a language no one has seen and faded gray as dust. you've taken to covering it up when you're out and about, sick of the strangers who tut and give you pitying looks or suddenly begin spouting love advice when you've never even spoken to them. it's a nuisance- a painful, hollow nuisance of impossibility

your soulmate's name has done one good thing for you, though- driven your interest in lost languages and ruins, of the civilizations that came before. some folks tell you to stay away from such topics, that the knowledge was lost for a reason, and that it's really none of your business... but you've never been the type to leave a mystery unsolved. using the name scrawled across your arm as a reference, you find yourself venturing down, down, down, until you finally take the leap and descend beneath Teyvat. it becomes more and more difficult to breathe the deeper you go, the cold stars that appear on the cliffs and rock doing nothing to light your way in the slightest

you can barely even inhale, letting out a few dry coughs as you press your back against the wall, vision blurry. your senses flicker and break like glass- a rumbling growl, a flash of silver, and a sudden, high-pitched shriek- before everything goes black

it's the bright, shining sun that wakes you up, only to quickly squeeze your eyes shut again when you're blinded by its light. you're in a cave- a cave on the surface of Teyvat, and you can breathe again. your chest still aches and your limbs are still heavy, but at least your lungs are clear of whatever miasma that settled there. you hear a soft trill and tilt your head, letting out an alarmed squeak when you come face-to-face with a monster. it's from the Abyss, no doubt, an intimidating figure of armor and claws and twin horns, crimson and pointed... yet you don't feel afraid. after the momentary surprise leaves you, the creature feels almost familiar, hunching in on itself with quiet whines and chirps. slowly you reach out a hand, then stop as something flashes on your skin. your soulmate's name, one gray and faded, now shines a brilliant silver like the stars themselves

the beast beside you lets out a chitter when it sees the name, scooting closer and holding out its own arm, and there- there! written in elegant script, in the same silver shade, is your own name, glowing on top of countless other old scribbles that you can't even read

you look up at the monster, meeting its crystalline gaze, and your heart finally feels whole

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[bixels]

I'm glad nobody's questioned why Sunset's personality is so different in the AU, but I'll explained anyways. AU Sunset basically has Tempest Shadow's personality. I decided not to adapt Tempest because too many redeemed villains, she doesn't play an important role in the overall story, and her broken horn is so cool and unique to her as a unicorn that any adaptation wouldn't do it justice. So I fused the two together. Sunset's backstory and hotheadedness with Tempest's tired, jaded, anti-social disposition and fighting skills.

Anyways, I hope it's not too jarring of a change. The more I develop Sunset, the more you'll probably notice how OOC she seems. I'll probably end up adopting Sunset into an OC once I'm done with the AU, since she's basically a completely different character.

[infernal-lamb]

Draw Neves at the bar , trauma dumping to heket (she's the bartender)

HFSLKJGKDGJLJKLDS pls this is so funny to me. Neves is a mess when she's drunk. she is now Heket's burden....here she is telling a very silly story

[stuckinapril]

The whole “be responsible not for other people’s feelings but to them” distinction is so so true… at some point you need to realize that other people’s insecurities really are their responsibility & dimming or contorting yourself to make them feel better helps neither you nor them. Firstly, bc they need to realize what they’re doing and grow up. And secondly, bc you’re not just compromising on a one-time thing. You’re comprising on who you are as a person. I don’t want to look back when I’m older and stay stuck wishing I held my ground despite people’s projections or asserted my presence more or didn’t apologize so much for who I am. I really just want to own everything (the good and bad) & continue doing what makes me happy

[jula483]

this is what i call ART

[appallinnballin]

tabibi habibi

[cerealmonster15]

why am i getting 2 people in the same week texting me their dick thinking im some girl named anna

[bunnihearted]

wishing death on your abusers is never "too much" or "too extreme" ._.

[chipped-chimera]

Hey you! Yeah you. It's okay to not feel creative! It's okay to need to take a break from making things! Being a 'content creator' is far too normalised and driven by shitty algorithms that prioritise daily output to stay relevant. If that's not for you, that's fine! You're not a robot! We're humans, we're meant to live and have joy and create out of our expressions, experiment, discover and learn - not become a digital content sweatshop.

So if you need time away to rest, to find that joy again - you're still a creative, whether you passion is writing, music, art etc. They're still a part of you and they'll be waiting for you when you return.

Rest is self care, it is not something you should be ashamed of or apologise for.

[elftwink]

one major difference i have found between service industry work (in my case food service but this is widely applicable to similar jobs) and other public-facing positions is that the job itself is often very similar because people is the same, it's just in service everyone approaches you already thinking they're right and you're a fucking idiot and its their god given right to disrespect you, where in other positions even if they are not nice to you they usually acknowledge that you know more than them on issues pertaining to your job. like the difference in behaviour from people who see you as serving them vs helping them is unreal. i am doing literally the exact same things. customer is always right mentality did irreparable damage to the fabric of society

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

NHS would be the type of barista who knows it very well how each and every one of his customer is called, and yet he still messes up their names on the cups just for funsies. Also, he draws cutsie drawings with glittering pink pen on the cups of the rude customers. It stains.

[martyrbat]

detective comics #509

[ID: Bruce Wayne sleeping in his penthouse, his eyes squeezed shut as the narration reads, ‘Gordon's strained laugh sounds hollow, but it echos in the Batman's mind... and haunts his dreams...” Bruce awakens to a hand on his shoulder and before he can think, he's twisting it and holding it down. The panel expands, revealing the hand belongs to Alfred as he's almost toppling over! He cries out, “M-master Bruce—my arm!” as Bruce groggily realizes who it is. He lets go at once as Alfred moves to the end of the bed and holds his arm while stammering an apology, “S-sorry, s-sir... Sorry if I startled you.” Bruce looks at him with aghast as he cries out, “My god, Alfred—I almost broke your arm!” Alfred reasons, “You must have been having a nightmare, sir.” as Bruce sits up and puts his face in his hands. He weepily dismisses, “A nightmare—what kind of an excuse is that? Old friend... forgive me...” Alfred reassures, “Nothing to forgive, sir. Just bad nerves, sir.” END ID]

[revvethasmythh]

I do really enjoy the continuing intimacy between Caleb and Veth at this stage in their lives. Despite how far apart they live (Nicodranas vs Rexxentrum) they appear to see each other decently often, often enough that Veth doesn't think much of it when he shows up outside her house (and that he, uh, knows to look for the scoutmaster scarf out her window). It's unclear if Caleb spends very much time in Nicodranas with her family, though I kind of doubt it considering he doesn't seem to see Yeza much at all, but Veth takes Luc up to Rexxentrum to have Caleb tutor him in magic and (even though it was a throwaway line, I know) maybe spends enough time there herself to keep some spare clothes at his place. For a pair who arguably always had the closest/most intimate relationship in the campaign, it's really enjoyable to see that continue to be a through line.

[communistkenobi]

Hey, I just wanted to thank you for your readthrough of Whipping Girl! You have a lot of excellent commentary on it, and although I've read the book many times myself and recommend it to all the other trans women I'm friends with, it rooted itself so deeply in my mind that I can't always tell when I'm drawing on Serano's argument. You've helped me to see the book in a new light.

thank you right back! It’s an incredible book and I’m learning a lot from it. It’s also a really good book to have productive disagreements with - I’m pretty skeptical of Serano’s conception of social constructions (or “the social” more broadly - basically, the social elements of gender) but that has more to do with the liberal framework of the book and her background as a biologist - every academic believes their field is the key to unlocking all other fields lol. I’m also sensitive to the fact that this is like a foundational text in trans theory and she has to deal with the biological essentialism embedded within virtually all discussions of gender, so i think reading her concessions to biology as charitably as possible is probably the best way to deal with those elements of the book

[fatuismooches]

nahhh i’m pretty sure reader is gonna hate omega for a good bit 😭 like even zandy’s gone

Well anon...