#and you jump and are like. YOURE SO COLD!!!

[1111-sunset-circle]

imagine your f/o coming home and slipping into bed with you. mumbling about how warm you are and resting their hands on your sides under your shirt.. bonus if their fingers are freezing. or maybe it’s the other way around: sneaking your hands up their shirt to warm them and snuggling in even closer

[novelconcepts]

hi novel! i just saw your yellowjackets and american gods post and you managed to articulate something that's been rattling around in my head since I saw the first episode. I feel like in popular culture, "lost in the wilderness stories" like lord of the flies tend to be viewed as "watch these people become uncivilized." But with the yellowjackets, they're not necessarily becoming uncivilized - they're just creating a new society / culture that has set roles (butcher, acolyte, prophet, etc) and rituals (the card game, the masks, etc.). One of my favorite things has been watching the team slowly develop the customs that will eventually become the well rehearsed hunt we see in 1x01. Like I got really excited seeing Shauna cover her face with the scarf to carve up Javi because I was like "oh is this why the end up wearing the animal masks." To your point, if you built a society from scratch and were isolated in it for almost 2 years because that's the only way you could survive, it's probably very hard to return to the old one which is also essentially new. Blame it on my sociology degree but I fucking love analyzing this show and your meta is amazing.

Yes, this exactly! Like we love to pretend these stories are about the brutalist nature of uncivilized behavior, but that’s not it at all. It’s about finding what works to keep people safe and fed and going. You shed the parts that are just…extraneous, and you learn new skills you’d never need in suburban New Jersey, and it’s all just a shift to a new kind of perspective. It’s so interesting. Especially because we know “civilization” isn’t that different, in certain ways. It’s just about what society deems palatable. It’s not okay to stab someone who upsets you, but we see in the Taylors, and in the political event Taissa attends, that people will say truly vile things and just paste a smile over it. That sort of behavior gets dropped in the woods because it serves no one. It’s replaced with violence, but both kinds do damage. So we have a bunch of kids who have spent 17-18 years learning the rules of society, and then have to unlearn them in a hurry just to survive. Those who can’t shift their perspective, acclimate to the new rules don’t make it. It’s violent, and it’s devastating, but it does have rules. It’s something I can’t wait to see more of down the road.

[binah-beloved]

holding hands with Binah... yeah

[acearohippo]

Mermay's over, but I'm not done with it! Anyway mermaid Tang Xuan Au where Tang Xuan is a octopus based mermaid and Li Ling is like a rich aristocrat. They meet when they are kids and become best friends then Tang Xuan goes away. So a few years down Li Ling is an adult and thinks he made it up till Tang Xuan shows up again. Lewis is also going to be in this idea (cause he deserves it) but I don't have an exact idea. I'm thinking sailor who was friends with Xuan and Ling when younger and also has to go away but stayed in contact with Tang Xuan

You put down Octupus!Merman!Tang Xuan, solid as octopus are know for their flexibility and adaptability, but I raise you WingedFish!merman!Tang Xuan, specifically Four Winged Flying Fish. Fast, sleek, [small,] and can perform decent feats of acrobatics when it launches itself out if the water and into the air. They use their ability to speed boost to outmanoeuvre predators, so they're agile too!

Lewis would be a legend, spread in multiple small towns and isolated villages, as a pirate who shows no mercy to other ships that cross his territory, his wrath setting ships ablaze with a terrifying plume of fire that the townsfolk can see clearly from the comforts of their beach. The screams of these tortured sailors travel with the wind from their emblazed ship, providing easy fodder to scare unruly children into doing their chores and listening to their elders.

In reality, Lewis is in a petty sibling cat-and-mousrle game with Bonnie, Lewis actually being part of the Western King's admiral fleet and trying to catch up to his Pirate!Sister before the Royal Navals find her. She smuggles herself onto pirate ships, in the hopes of joining a crew and going on bloody adventures, but since she's a bit too... Excitable... And aggressive... And bloodthirsty... The Royal Naval fleet always gets involved, and Lewis is almost always there to at least rangle her off the ship. He is fine with his sister's dreams, he just wishes they were a tad less violent so he didn't have to lose sleep over her potentially getting caught and sent to the gallows.

With that being said, Bonnie is a bit of a legend herself, among the pirates, as her figure holding a crude, hodge podge farming scythe in one hand and a ball of fire (actually a lit flask) in the other, is the omen before their ship explodes and they're left to die a slow death. She appears out of nowhere and vanishes just as abruptly too.

Then everything you said is happening between our two boys, with the added spice that Li Ling goes off to find his friend, with the idea to find this Legend and join his crew, so that there will be no rules stopping them and no eyes and ears reporting back to his family. Of course, he hops on his Best Friend's™ ship, Lewis, not realising that this man is the Legend and Lewis can only keep a poker face and act like this Fire Fist legend is someone he's met rather than himself.

[deadbeatdadjokes]

Rouxls having to do certain shit in secret despite being the single most conspicuous creature to have ever gleaned the face of the planet is something I think about. A healthy amount

The amount of divided by zero energy in this man is unparalleled. He’s playing 3836-D Chess with himself and losing bc he cannot figure out he’s actually playing checkers

Caring is a performance until Lancer comes along and fucks it up so not caring is also a performance and he makes them fight for dominance on the regular

[snekdood]

ok, im sorry winter haters, but i fucking love cold weather

[whippetcrimes]

Enjoying a bully stick. She ate a bit, drank more, but mostly just wants to chew. Just gave her her painkillers. First time having a pill pocket and she got big bug eyes over it. She's such a treat hound

[enderspawn]

are you pulling away from fandoms temporarily, or will it be a more permanent thing?

whatever you decide to do, i wish you the best and hope you feel better soon <3

is semi-permanent an option?

at the very least, i think i’m pulling away from contributing and interacting w fandom spaces for a bit til i can sort out my own junk, but afterwards i might return! however tbh even a hiatus of sorts won’t stop me from Consuming Materials and likely rb’ing stuff from them? it just won’t be like…. personal, if that makes sense. i don’t plan on actively interacting w fandom as much and instead just kinda. quietly rb’ing and enjoying things

if anyone’s interested jic, my main is @zozzlez and my “other interests”/misc fandom (kinda?) blog is @rekaleido

[imagineagreatadventure]

at work i keep getting weird cold marketing emails and i realized they were all probably AI recently when one them was actually honest and had at the bottom they were "this is AI :)" and i was like....... great.

[starlitwishes]

It has been hours since the sun set.

Wrenn had agreed to help Keon, and studied the text books until his head hurt... but there was no sign of Tighnari. He knew that the other probably needed space to process his feelings alone, but the more time passed into the dark of night, the more Wrenn started to fret.

The image of Tighnari on the verge of a seizure weighing heavily on his mind, he couldn't stop the intrusive thoughts from entering his head--what if Tighnari had a seizure out in the woods, what if it came on suddenly and he collapsed and hit his head? What if he had a muscle spasm that made him fall? Wrenn tried so, so hard to calm himself down, telling himself that Tighnari had lived with these symptoms long before he was even involved, that he knew what he was doing...

... But the longer time passed, the more frantic Wrenn's mind ran. Something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. Tighnari was still gone. He was missing.

Wrenn stood up violently, nearly knocking the chair he was sitting in over. He couldn't stand it anymore--he had to go find Tighnari.

So with a gust of wind, he was flying out the little house, on a frantic search for the forest ranger.

Wrenn was high in the sky as he called for Tighnari, sharply darting around through the dense canopy in his search. Finally, he came across some smoke from a campfire, and his eyes widened. Was that a campsite?

He dashed over to it, landing with a small stumble as his eyes darted around. Thankfully it didn't take long for Wrenn to spot Tighnari asleep.

Damn it... he thought, growling as the mechanism in his chest started to settle. Panicked tears stung at his eyes, and his breath was hard had wavering.

If Tighnari was going to go camping, he should have told him...

Drawing in a deep breath, Wrenn wiped at his eyes. Yet the deep breathing didn't help, his chest still felt tight, like a balloon that was about to burst.

He still shoved his feelings down, however. Tighnari was asleep, and needed his rest. He had been through too much lately, too much... Wrenn had to keep it together, he had to...

A soft noise still managed to escape from his throat, but he caught it in his hand. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, and silently dripped down his face. No, no, no--he had to keep it together, he had to...

Swallowing it all down, he took flight again--he didn't have the strength nor the heart to wake Tighnari up and demand he go back home--and took note of the trees and the smoke from the fire that had just about died.

Then he flew away--only to return about an hour or so later with a canteen, blanket, and a note.

"Here's a new medicinal tea. Sorry, It's bitter."

That was all that was written on the note as he placed the canteen in an area he knew Tighnari would check, and tucked the note somewhere dry.

Then finally, Wrenn made sure that Tighnari's sleeping gear was properly orientated. It wouldn't do for the other to grow cold in the middle of the night--that was also why Wrenn brought the blanket. It was cold that night, so an extra layer to help keep Tighnari warm wouldn't hurt, right?

Yet his hands still trembled, and tears still threatened to drip from his eyes as he rested the blanket on top of Tighnari. Using the canteen he carried around that was filled with water, he dumped it onto the campfire for good measure. The smoke had gone away by that point, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

And still his hands shook, and still his cheeks dampened from tears. The emotions he wore on his sleeve couldn't be kept down anymore. That was clear to him--the panic causing them to expand in his chest, to fray and spark like a live wire.

Wrenn couldn't stop the sob that escaped from his throat--but he took to the air immediately after it did, and flew off in a random direction.

Far, far, far away--he needed to get far away, so Tighnari's sensitive ears couldn't hear. So no one could hear.

Finally he descended from the canopy and stumbled onto the ground, the mechanism in his chest that imitated a heart pounding and breaking.

He was breaking. He was breaking--

I'm not breaking, a logical part of him thought abruptly. I'm spiraling.

The distinction was important in the moment of realizing--because spiraling out of control was a normal emotional response, wasn't it?

Wrenn was fine. He would be fine. It was just his emotions, it was nothing--

--I'm breaking, it hurts, it hurts so much--

--No, not breaking, you're fine, you're fine, you need to be fine--

It doesn't matter. Wrenn sobbed heavily. It hurts.

Wrenn gritted his teeth, but he wanted to scream. He wanted to scream until the pain that roared in his chest ceased, until he couldn't feel anything at all.

But if he screamed that loudly, wouldn't someone hear him? No, he couldn't be heard. That was the last thing Wrenn wanted.

Breathing hard, Wrenn had a disgusting thought. Maybe if he went back to his old ways, for just a moment, the desire that clawed at his throat would go away. So his eyes darted around, spotting a large rock--or maybe it was a boulder?--sitting on the edge of a still body of water. Growling, his eyes started glowing as Electro sparked from his finger tips, and soon, Anemo joined it. With a comparatively small shout, Wrenn ran up tot he rock and punched it.

His mind flew into a blind rampage after that, only to slowly come to and realize that he had punched the damn thing several times. There were cracks, and the boulder threatened to split in half from the sheer force of his rage-fueled emotions, but... the destruction didn't make him feel good.

In fact, it only made him wheeze, his tears streaming down his face faster and faster. This wasn't working. It didn't help. It was then he realized that it never really did.

Destroying things never made him feel better. It only made him exhausted, too exhausted to feel anything. That wasn't an option here--not anymore.

His hand hurt, but he ignored the pain there--it was a mere distraction from the pain in his chest, and not even a good one. Tighnari taught him about distracting himself when he was upset, he remembered. So Wrenn tried to do the same thing--tried to make out shapes and colors in the dark.

It wasn't working. His mind was too focused on the pain he felt, unable to be distracted by shapes and colors. It was almost like he wanted to be in agony.

Wrenn brought his hands to his head, and he gritted his teeth so hard that his jaw hurt.

The desire to scream at the top of his lungs till tore through him. Was that really the only thing that would make it stop? Maybe he could scream then, just this once. Maybe he could be heard, for miles and miles--

--But he didn't want to be heard.

The swishing of the water managed to catch his attention for a moment, and he had an impulse. Water. Water muffled sound, didn't it? It was a still body of water, so it wouldn't pose any threat to him...

Without thinking about it further, Wrenn threw caution to the wind and sprinted off of the edge, jumping and plunging into the water below. It was just a few feet deeper than he was tall, which was perfect.

And then, he finally screamed.

He screamed until all of the air in his chest was gone, until he could scream no more. He didn't need to breathe, he didn't need air--but he still didn't let water fill his lung mechanisms either. Screaming until he was out of air seemed to have been more than enough, and the cold of the water put his body in enough of a shock that the rapid emotions died in their tracks.

Resisting the urge to pant, Wrenn forced his eyes open, and though the darkness of the night made seeing underwater even more difficult than normal, the moon managed to light enough of it for him to see hints of blues and greens. The shape of the light and the colors took away the rest of the pain, flowing out of him like venom out of a vein.

There was something oddly... serene about floating in the water, staring up and at the moon through the water's surface. Despite the fact he was still crying, he couldn't feel it anymore--and it was just him, the water, and the moon.

The tension in his body lightened, and he remained there for a few moments longer. His eyes fluttered closed, and if he didn't know better, he could almost fall asleep with how tired he felt now.

Yet the burn for air replace the desire to scream, and eventually he gave in and swap back up to the surface. He gagged a bit upon breaching the surface, but Wrenn simply wiped his mouth of water as he climbed out of the lake.

Now that he could think again, he realized he needed to get back to Gandharva Ville. Even though Wrenn was soaking wet, and his knuckles on his hand were bleeding--

... No, because he was soaking wet, and because his hand was injured, he needed to go home, because there was a first aid kit there. Because that's where he had a change of clothes.

Home. He wanted to go home.

And so he did--with a gust of wind, Wrenn took off into the skies once again, to the little place he called his home.

[caramiaaddio]

oh the autism is in full fucking swing tonight boys turns out all you need is ONE friend admitted to the hospital in the middle of trying to find a new job with two days until you move back with your parents to lose your fucking mind

[cherry-shipping]

goddamn i gotta figure out what the hell my horrortale self insert does in the underground. i know everything about their life before that and HOW they get there but i have no idea what the fuck they do once theyre actually DOWN there

also i ran out of tags im saying this here as an addition so you know why they just sorta end abruptly. lol. everyone say thank you to my habit of talking in the tags cause i dont want people to see the shit i say

[obesecamels]

So like. Once I get to bed it's nearly every hour on the hour that this jumpy thing happens to me.

Also, the last couple nights I've dreamed of paperwork and customers getting mad at me, so I am not eager for an encore.

[chaosgenasi]

it's more of a hc really, but i was thinking about ashton being exposed to the colder climate of tal'dorei & getting compression clothes/gear as a result or something, and then i looked at their character art and realized that they already kinda have some in a fantasy way, see: their vest & the way it looks like it can be tightened w/all of the buckles + the extra support for their boots + their leather bracelets

[imjustconfuseddd]

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