#bc built in and blah blah blah

[sarasa-cat]

Hm. Readjusting placement of things on my computer desk for better ergonomics and ability to SEE my monitors without eye strain and discomfort when working on my graphics tablet as primary view/workspace.

And now I need to rework all the wiring.

But not today.

I suspect this whole week will be a game of micro adjustments.

[aeriondripflame]

wait so im new to asoiaf why do people hate jaehaerys ?

jaehaerys is the bogeyman to every woman he comes in contact with. i can’t speak for everyone when i say this is the reason (there is no shortage of hateworthy men in asoiaf… looking at you hoster tully) but for me the absolute rage i have for jaehaerys comes down to him being at the center of every targ girl’s downfall. rhaena was disinherited for him. he disinherits his own daughter on account of her sex saying well she’ll be the queen as if that is any real power in the world he sets out to create. he cages his own wife (his sister) in the prison of queenhood leaving her to quote unquote more womanly pursuits like i don’t know getting rid of first right and domestic abuse? not to mention him marrying off his very young daughters to old ass men over and over again. not to mention the saera debacle and it’s many implications for his relationship to his daughters. and then of course when he disinherited yet another woman through rhaenys (and his own firstborn son just because his heir was a woman).

[themyscirah]

simon : *unable to do something for whatever reason* barry : *nobody fucking asked him* hal could do it

Real and true however you severely underestimate how rude Barry is to Simon lol

Istg its

Whatever problem: exists

Barry: wow this is crazy. I wonder if Jess could fix this with this ring of hers. Let me go run into the next room and ask her, we really need a lantern on this and I bet Jess would know. Or maybe I could call Hal, he's out in space but- *leaves to get Jess or Hal*

Simon (has been standing there the entire time): 😐😐😐😐😐 <<contemplating murder

Like just oh my godd 😭

Barry rlly is such a dick to Simon unprompted at all times. Within like 6 issues of rebirth JL I think I have 3 or 4 different instances saved of this exact thing happening where Barry just totally ignores Simon's presence or what he says just to talk to or praise Jess. It makes me want to explode

[meathounding]

my beautiful wife who is a distant mother

[mildmayfoxe]

i had a bad dream (a fine dream that put me in a bad mood when i woke up) about being at some kind of music performance/recognition ceremony and people kept asking why i was there because i wasn’t playing and i had to be like “i dunno” and then at the end i found a pamphlet that had a big “recognition of musical excellence” section that had my name and a specific performance i was part of listed and i was like “hey that’s why :)” and showed it to some people incl this one person who kept flirting with me who was suitably impressed and then somehow within just a couple minutes i lost the pamphlet and the person with the bag of them was like “yeah i don’t have any more” so then i didn’t have any more proof that i was supposed to be there. and then i woke up

[borealing]

"learn to code" as advice is such bullshit. i have learned and used four and a half different coding languages through my career (html/css, java, python+sql, c++) and when i say used i mean I've built things in every one but the things that i actually used these languages for??? these earn zero money (with the caveat of until you have seniority in, e.g. front end web dev) what people really mean when they say learn coding is "learn to code. go into investment banking or finance startups." coding does not inherently have money in it. my absolute favourite part of coding? my peak enjoyment? was when i was developing for a visual coding language (you put it together like a flowchart, so say youre using a temperature sensor and you want it to log the temperature once every four hours, you can put the blocks together to make it do that. i was writing the code behind the blocks for new sensors) and i was earning £24k a year and that wasn't even part of my main role. it was an extra voluntary thing i was doing (i was working as a research assistant in biosensors - sort of - at a university, and was developing the visual code for students who didnt want to learn c++) like. i want people to learn to code, i want people to know how their electrical equipment works and how coding works, but dont believe the myth that there is inherently money in coding. the valuable things, the things people are passionate about are still vulnerable to the passion tax (if you want to do it you dont have to be paid for it). skills arent where the money is, money is where the money is.

[goldensunset]

i need the full geeta lore actually

[acrosstimeandspace]

usually i’m like “yay rain!!” but i have stuff to do today and tomorrow and i’m soaking wet 😭

[mesaryth]

also my new dresser that i just got todayyyy i love it & I've got a couple of prints I'm gonna put up once they get here/i frame them so eeeeeek

[burningcheese-merchant]

Hey Merchant! Brand new to the blog and I love it, but I was wondering your opinion on something. I’ve been noticing recently (especially on TikTok) people coming to a compromise in defending ShadowVanilla but/by antagonizing BurningCheese. They’ll say stuff like “SV has nuance but BC is just toxic” and while I can see that in a way, it doesn’t sit right with me. Again, just wondering how you feel about that (No hate to those people from me though).

Hypocrites. They're stupid, annoying hypocrites. Plain and simple. There's nothing to see except for that. It doesn't sit right because the chair is fucking busted dude, it's got 3 legs and two of them got mauled by termites and the rest got cobbled together by Patrick Star

If Golden Cheese was a man, BurningCheese would be just as popular as ShadowVanilla. It would have mountains of fanart on this dumb website and it would have a million fics on AO3 (400 and counting vs 40, yes I am bitter and disappointed, I'm only one person and there are only so many hours in a day I can't bridge that gap alone) and it would have hordes of dumb, horny fujos running interference for it 24/7 just like ShadowVanilla does. (And I specify GC being a man and not BS being a woman because let's all be real. Nobody cares about f/f ships. M/f and f/f are and will always be overshadowed by m/m whether any of us like it or not.) If they actually bothered to pay attention to the game, and to GC's and BS's characters and how they intertwine/compare/contrast, then they would see that their dynamic has equal weight and value. But they don't. And you know what? At least half of them didn't recognize the weight and value of ShadowVanilla, either, until episode 7 and 8 came out and the concept was directly spoonfed to them by the narrative. The OG ShadowVanilla fans went from rarepair hell to having their ship borderline gentrified, that's a whole separate tragedy honestly

You know what's blinding those people to BurningCheese? You know the truth? I'm going to explain better.

Burning Spice is a man and Golden Cheese is a woman. That automatically sets it back in the eyes of a lot of morons online. Hetero pairs bad. Also, BS hurt GC in the story, which is his literal job as a villain and all the Beasts do this, therefore misogyny abuse toxic blah blah blah. GC fought back and kicked his ass and never once tolerated any of his behavior but that doesn't matter I guess. Shadow Milk psychologically tortured Pure Vanilla and essentially mutilated him mentally/spiritually and turned him into a husk (Truthless Recluse). But that doesn't matter because gay = get out of jail free, also there's probably a dose of "lol men can't be abused or mistreated and anything bad that happens to a man is hot and/or deserved" underlining some people's thoughts let's not kid ourselves

Burning Spice is not a Tumblr Sexyman and Shadow Milk is. Shadow Milk is thin and nerdy and has multicolored hair and dresses like a literal and figurative clown and is kind of effeminate and is basically the final boss of all theater kids and is dramatic and charmingly evil and is confirmed to be about as physically tough as cooked pasta. Burning Spice is built like a brick shithouse and has to bend down to fit through a doorway and speaks in a rumbling baritone and is the "wrong" kind of evil (he is not suave or charming, he is all out bloodthirsty with zero dramatics or window dressing of any kind). Burning Spice is a traditionally masculine man and Shadow Milk is not. And the Tumblr I always thought I knew never liked men like BS, they like men like SM, and so far no one has done anything to prove me wrong. Tumblr Sexymen can do whatever they want and always be praised, regular sexy men can do the exact same shit and be condemned as toxic and abusive because they're perceived as threatening while Tumblr Sexymen are not

Burning Spice and Golden Cheese are not white/based on non-white cultures. They're both very dark-skinned, at that. Yes they are cookies not humans, but come the fuck on Burning Spice is literally Shiva but red instead of blue, certain cookies are obviously supposed to be certain races/ethnicities deal with it!! Skinny white boys have always been what Tumblr and TikTok girlies want, it's always been this way and always will be. Go look at the top pairings on AO3, 99% is yaoi with white dudes. (No you are not racist if you don't like BurningCheese, not liking a ship is not racist good Lord. Racism is a little bigger than that. I'm just pointing out a pattern)

I will say it until I'm as blue in the face as Shadow Milk is, I LOVE ShadowVanilla. I really do. I love them individually as characters and together as a pair, I love all the beautiful fanart, I love everyone's analyses of them, I love all the fantastic fics written by fantastic authors I will never in my fucking life measure up to I don't even know why I bother at this point, I do I do I do. But I am SICK of the hypocrisy. SICK OF IT. I am SICK of BurningCheese getting maligned while ShadowVanilla is celebrated in the same fucking breath. Look me in the eye and tell me SM is any fucking better than BS. Look me in the eye and tell me you'd still like ShadowVanilla if PV was a woman, instead of screeching about misogyny and abuse. I accept and love both ships for what they are and what they can be. If someone can't do that for whatever reason then fine, that's nobody's problem but theirs, it's shipping it doesn't actually matter do what you want, but don't try looking down your nose at others because "Fallen Hero/Heinous Villain Being Canonically Attracted To/Obsessed With Their Heroic Counterpart/Narrative Foil, Whom They Cannot Live Without Because They Are Actual, Literal Soulmates" is better than "Fallen Hero/Heinous Villain Being Canonically Attracted To/Obsessed With Their Heroic Counterpart/Narrative Foil, Whom They Cannot Live Without Because They Are Actual, Literal Soulmates" because ❓❓❓❓❓❓❓

I'm sorry Anon, I'm not mad at you. I'm happy to hear from you, I'm happy you took the time to reach out to me, I'm happy you like my blog and I hope you stay. I'll just be honest, I'm dealing with something genuinely awful in real life right now and I am not ok. I'm really not ok. I needed to yell at something stupid and ridiculous so I could pretend I'm not the utterly powerless creature I actually am, if only for a moment. I saw a punching bag in the shape of your ask and I started swinging. Worst part is I don't even feel any better, but I already typed all of this out so I might as well keep it

TL;DR: TikTok -> OPINION DISCARDED

[moustawott]

I am so fucking VINDICATED

(From the movie’s draft script, link to the full animatic at the end of the post)

I’m so upset this movie couldn’t have been just a little more obvious about Orion’s beliefs, cuz the final version does look (at first glance) like Orion is playing out the trope “nooo, we can’t kill the fascist bad guy bc killing bad”

The only reason why I picked up on the writers’ og intentions was thanks to the way D-16 was built up: it’s very, very clear that he wants to kill Sentinel only for self-satisfaction and not true justice

I think the reasons so many have misunderstood that scene were:

A. The writers not being obvious enough with Orion who’s fine with Sentinel dying, he just doesn’t want D-16 to commit murder for self-satisfaction (the movie novelization and this animatic don’t have the same problem)

B. Americans love punishment in their justice system (and online “progressive” fandoms too, I can talk about this for hours lol). A major reason why death penalty still exists in the US is because of this kind of attitude where people will seek self-satisfaction and virtue signalling above true, restorative justice. This is why people support D-16’s way of thinking so much. But Orion is right: a functional—ideal—society can’t be executing people like that, everyone must have a chance for redemption, because if we draw a line between those who deserve and those who don’t, the line will always move in a way to fuck over some random unlucky people eventually

C. People are projecting too much IDW Megatron unto TFOne Megatron. Like, sure, IDW Megatron is based and Coptimus is cursed, but this ain’t the case in TFOne 😭 like at all 😭 D-16 is obviously meant to reflect right-wing thinking (he joins the High “might is right” Guard for fucks sake)

Blah blah something something poor literacy and people lacking the ability to infer/interpret stuff and needing everything spelled out, especially with movies where there’s not just textual info but also visual storytelling + pre-existing tropes that taint our perception of this story

[leonenjoyer69]

Day 28: Mr Tanis!!

MY BBG 🙏🙏🙏 had a wip of him with mindyons ghost lads I did over a month ago and decided to redraw it, since my style has changed a good bit. I've been waiting so long jskvkke but!!! Yapping!!!

OKAY, SO JSKVKKSKV, Victorian necromancy was a sort of sub category for Victorian spiritualism. Around like,, 1860 I believe, the interest in spirits and other occult type things sort of boomed. People became kinda obsessed with talking to and learning things about all sorts of spirits, and this is when seances became kinda big. Like, a shit ton of people would do them, especially higher class folks, bc it was kinda like entertainment. And since death was so widespread back then, a lot of people would want to talk to those that have passed. (Forgive me if I get anything wrong tho, I read about a bunch of this over the years and am just recalling)

Necromancy tho!!!! Generally people think of completely reanimating the dead and stuff, but for Victorians it was moreso reanimating the *spirit or soul*, basically bringing the spirit back to ask it questions, usually about the future or to answer mysteries, like cause of death and blah blah blah. Tho, with the creatures and world of tgs, it can kinda be assumed that Tanis does *also* dabble in fully reanimating things-- most likely small animals or pets and such. I like to think he helps keep Zosi good and well, personally :3 but yeah, it can probably be assumed that he might be trying to work up to resurrecting people and such, but he *probably* mostly dabbles in seances and connecting with spirits/the spiritual world and such. He probably does resurrections for recently deceased pets and such, and spiritual readings/seances for higher class people, or just people who seek out his stuff. Which!! I think would make him one of the more popular lodgers among higher society.

Hcs: I think he's a very joyful and social guy, which can vaguely be seen, mayhaps partially bc of high empathy from his line of work. He's more in tune to emotions and atmosphere bc of the connection he's built with the spirit world. Because of this, I feel like spirits and stuff are also just very drawn to him (and Doddle for his constant positive energy, though he doesn't notice them)

Also!!! Works quite closely with Dr Maijabi me thinks, I bet they've got a nice found family dynamic, not only bc of their somewhat similar lines of work, but also bc they're both immigrants. I think him and doddle are friends too (*COUGH*boyfriends-) bc doddle seems like such a constantly happy and positive guy so I think doddle would help recharge him emotionally

Anyways. I have more, but I can't remember it rn bc I'm being yapped to and can't think properly dhvjsjjc, thank you for reading!

[ravenlexis]

okay, so... i know zhongchi is probably, like, one of the oldest genshin ships ever. it's been around for almost as long as the game itself blah blah blah

what i wanna know is if there's someone who wrote/drew an AU where childe somehow got tangled up or maybe even voluntarily got himself erased from people's memories alongside wanderer?

this is purely bcs i read a dialogue from a fic and now i wanna read this AU

zhongli who remembers a great many things can't remember how he accomplished his retirement and while he knows that it's been a year (or more) since he planned his retirement he can't remember the days leading up to that?

he goes to wanmin and the young chef says "it's rare to see you come here alone!" but then both of them are confused bcs who is he supposed to go there with if not alone?

even in his home, there are so many things he doesn't remember buying but they're there so he must've bought them at some point right?

the tsaritsa had sent him a letter right after their contract is finalised but for some reason the sentence is choppy and indecipherable "-and to fulfill this my part of the contract i shall send you my youngest, the eleventh, Tartaglia, so that he may unleash a worthy test for your nation."

everywhere he looks, nothing has changed but everything is off-kilter. suddenly his beloved harbour, one that he built by his own hands, feels wrong.

aah, the angst...

[tsbs-shipfessions]

Doing this on anon bc like. Eugh. Fandom scares me.

Anyway - Nexus and Sun. Nexus who struggled because the relationship parameters are not and were never built IN to Sun & Moon - it was cobbled together by proximity and decision. So when Moon reset, that new entity had NONE of the logs. Nexus was built up from scratch.

Sun, too, had some issues because Nexus was meant to be Moon-But-Reset - but his own files struggled to recognize the other. It was surreal, seeing someone with Moon's face but who just...... wasn't Moon.

Things only come to a head in revelation after the incident where Moon was kidnapped to lure Sun in, and instead of killing EITHER, Sun disables Nexus's locomotive functions. It turns out that the Dark Star Power did corrupt him, but there was some underlying anomalies in his code.

Blah blah blah insert functional and fruitful rehabilitation, respect of boundaries, perchance even some interfamilial drama, and Nexus gets a redemption arc.

And Solar is left standing to the side like "these bitches so fucking gay, my god. Jack, you seein' this shit?"

"Yes, father! These bitches indeed gay!"

"Good for them."

"Yes!"

Anyway stupid hot messes, painfully obvious pining, bullshit scenarios, etc. Blah. It's not incest in my head, but sometimes fans be trifling.

[apollodarling-writes]

Can you write a dialogue between Yandere High lord Rhysand from ACOTAR and male reader about after reader escaped and ran away from his wedding/mating ceremony and Rhysand catches reader agian maybe you could add smut of Rhys forces reader to accept the mating bound and then Rhysand goes through a feranzy and Reader going through heat. If it to much you don’t have too and I couldn’t see if your requests are open or not 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

yan! high lord rhysand with a male! reader who ran away from their mating ceremony

cws : yandere themes, dubcon elements if you squint, forced mating bond, reader in heat (i hope i did this well enough), rhysand in a frenzy, kidnapping, mind-break implied, mean! rhysand, dom! rhys + sub! reader, toxic! rhys, reader whimpers, throatfucking, magic used to aid in a penile and anal stimulation, darkness used for added stimulation, idk the extent of rhysand's powers but i imagine he can do wtv the hell he wants, uhhh dacryphilia, overstim, possessive! rhys, kinda degradation??, the term pretty is used but its in a degrading way, he calls you little mate, spanking, handjob, ball-fondling??????, literal marking, mate marking, a little bit of blood bc of biting,

mdni !!

author note : this is my first time writing for an amab reader. if its not any good, im so so sorry. i did try really hard. idk much about amab anatomy or what it feels like so pls forgive me. i hope this was good and i hope it was what you were looking for!!

it was safe to say that rhysand was livid. after all that he’s done for you, he only asked that you accepted the mate bond, but you couldn’t even do that. a snarl tears through his lips as he orders his inner circle to immediately begin searching for you. feyre was long gone— he’d made sure to ship her back off to tamlin after he’d made a deal to use the cauldron to create a mating bond with you.

rhysand was sure that you knew. it was no wonder that you’d try to run from him, but he thought you knew better. this was supposed to be a special night for the two of you. you were supposed to go through with your part of the mating ceremony, the two of you would fuck on every surface of the home he had built for this purpose specifically, then he would announce you as his husband— his mate. but of course, you just had to be a brat.

rhysand tugged on the bond, a spike of fear being sent through from your end. he was silently glad that he hadn’t taught you everything he did feyre— he could enter your mind whenever he pleased without worrying about you shutting him out.

“i’ll find you, little mate. you can’t run from me forever.”

he makes sure to send a fraction of his rage through the bond before shutting it off completely. that’ll send you into a state of panic, make your movements sloppy, blah blah blah. it’ll be a piece of cake.

it doesn’t take long before azriel finds you. shit, azriel has been keeping his mate captive, so it’s no wonder he’d be so willing. rhysand is quick to winnow to your location — only a few miles from the border of the night court. you must've had help...

“hello, little mate.” rhysand purrs, fingers darting out to grip your collar. he watches with a sick pleasure as your eyes widen with fear, your hands desperately trying to claw his off of you; it was futile. rhysand winnows the two of you back to your home feeling his cock grow hard the more you struggle against his grip.

“if you want to be a brat, then i’ll fuck it out of you.” rhysand growls. “but first, you’ll make me something to eat.”

rhysand ushers you to the kitchen, his grip shifting to the back of your neck as he harshly pushes you forward. a cold chill runs down your spine as you make him something simple— you didn’t want to further incur his wrath. after plating it, rhysand quickly eats it, his gaze shifting to you.

even an idiot would realize that they’d fucked up royally. with the way rhysand’s gaze darkens, hungry and lustful in nature, your senses picking up on the pheromones he was subconsciously releasing. the scent of him was heavy-- citrus and sea numbing your mind as your body grows hot. your cock sits heavy in your pants, straining against the fabric as rhysand pounces on you, his wings encasing the two of you as he presses himself against you.

rhysand rocks his cock against yours once, twice, three times, before slipping his hand into your pants. his digits wrap around your length, smearing pearls of precum along your shaft as he strokes you. a whimper parts your lips and rhysand takes the opportunity to slot his lips against yours. his tongue is quick to claim the new territory, his free hand gripping your hip as he pulls away from you. with a wave of his hand, you stand bare before him, body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"on your knees, little mate." an unseen force followed by a metallic twang forces you to kneel before him, jaw slackening as far as your bone structure would allow. rhysand's dark eyes are blown wide as his clothing dissipates, his hand reaching down to cup the base of his manhood. it was unbelievably large-- based on his wingspan, you knew it would be above average, but this? it was monstrous. you briefly wonder if it would tear you in half.

rhysand slides the tip of his cock along your tongue, the magic swirling around you flattening the muscle in your stead, and one hand cups the back of your head as he bottoms out. tears spring from your eyes, the rough pads of the high lord's fingers gingerly brushing them away as he coos at you. "you can take it."

a gurgled protest on your end elicits a throaty groan from the man above you, his cock throbbing as he slowly thrusts in and out of your throat, a rippling pleasure taking over his senses. rhysand's pace gradually increases, drool dripping down your chin as he wields the darkness around you to prep your ass and stroke your length. the pain and pleasure of both send you into a frenzy-- the pathetic whimpers you release only stimulate your mate further.

"fuck... doin' so good for me, baby."

it doesn't take much for you to cum; the cool touch of his magic combined with the stimulation on your g-spot became too much, your body quickly becoming overstimulated.

"baby, im gonna cum." rhysand announces, his eyes screwing shut as his thrusting becomes more aggressive and powerful. "fuck, fuck-- keep crying for me. y'look so pretty."

rhysand's hips still, thick ropes of cum spilling down your throat as he roars in pleasure. his lips curl into a sneer as he directs his attention to you, and with another wave of his hand, you're bent over the counter. "d'ya think you'd ever escape me? i'm the most powerful high lord there has ever been, and will ever be. you will never, ever fucking escape me."

rhysand brings a heavy hand down on your ass over and over, stinging your flesh and forcing a sob from your throat. "i-i'm sorr-"

"i know you are. you're always sorry." he snarls, his thick cock slotting between your walls and slowly filling you to the brim. the darkness curls around your manhood once more, stroking it agonizingly slow as he speaks. "have you ever thought about how your actions make me feel? hm?"

your mate chuckles mirthlessly as you shake your head. "i know you don't-- because i've been blessed with a pitifully selfish mate."

rhysand suddenly begins thrusting into you at a harsh pace, the sensation bringing tears to your eyes as your fumble to grip onto something. you whine as your mate orders the darkness surrounding him to bind your hands behind your back, wrapping an arm around your midsection to hold you upright. "feel good, pretty boy?"

you babble in response, too overstimulated and fucked dumb to form a proper sentence, causing rhys to smirk victoriously. "do you think any other man in this world could fuck you as wonderfully as i do?"

all you can do is sob in response, coming undone beneath your furious lover. your seed spills to the flooring, your cockhead flushed an angry red as the tendrils continue their onslaught.

"rhys!" you cry. "'ts too much!"

"fucking take it. i know you can," he pants. "tonight is about me; i'll be gentle the rest of this month, but you've really pissed me off, little mate."

you feel your mind begin to slip at his words, melting into a pretty mush as he fills you up-- his hips never once stopping despite the growls he releases and the way his fingers dig into your flesh.

"that's it, pretty boy. give into the pleasure." rhys purrs, pressing your back to his chest and stroking your cock himself. his magic teasingly cups your balls, gently kneading the soft flesh and bringing you closer and closer to your next release. "cum f'me, baby. i know you can do it."

your mate's lips trail along your shoulder, nipping an sucking as if he were searching for a spot in particular. his teeth sink into an area on your throat that has you screaming in pleasure, your body tensing and twitching in his grasp as you release into his hand. "there we go, baby. wasn't so hard, was it?"

rhysand's tongue darts out to soothe the area, lapping at the blood that dribbles from the wound and staining his teeth crimson. he reaches his hand up, licking your cum off of his fingers, then presses tender kisses to your shoulder.

"now you can't leave me."

[kathbunny]

Okay!! So!! Blah posted art of library monster Maxim so I am going to do a little bit writing for the au here on Tumblr bc why not!!

Context that you barely need due to the fact it won't be mentioned or be important:

• it is an isekai au! Pretty classic isekai stuff! VR-LA was a guy in a normal modern world, he liked a video game, something happened and he ended up in the game's world! Simple stuff, he runs off from home, starts the adventure from the game, cheeses some stuff with his knowledge. He's having a great time mostly.

• Maxim was a npc and optional boss fight! He was in the library, enforced its rules, etc. he just there, he has mechanical bugs as library assistants. He was well loved by the fandom, by his designer, by his two voice actors, by the writers, etc. he did willingly make himself this, but some of the negative effects weren't intentional, and he did not do it for mentally healthy reasons.

• the old crew are explorers and MR-SN dies at a certain time in the game unless you do a bunch of a side quests and explore a lot of places first. It was a meme bc most people don't do that or even talk to them enough to care, so learning about it every playthrough became just funny. VR-LA joins them after saving the world!

Anyway none of that matters bc this is just going to be about VR-LA and Maxim in the library. Writing time

CW repeated mention of blood and injury

VR-LA had a very specific routine each time he returned to the library. He cleaned off his boots outside, ensuring he brought in as little mud as possible from dragging himself through the desolate wilds around it. He stepped inside and removed his outer coat in the entryway, folding it and placing it into his bag, attempting to look presentable. He made sure any of his louder items were tucked away so any clanking, clicking, ticking, or chiming was kept to a minimum. Each step so he wouldn't break any of the rules of the library.

Today though, he couldn't. Snow was piling up outside the door, his sides aching from wounds that potions made harmless, his outer coat stuck to his vest from dried blood, his legs feeling like they may give out from lack of break and hours of movement. He stumbled to the first door, pressing his hand against the knocker which sat at the center, made to be in the shape of the same sort of monster as the library's protector. After a second, the ring within the mouth of the decoration knocked against the door on its own, and VR-LA heard a subtle click. Hopefully Maxim wouldn't mind VR-LA resting in only the entryway before he straightened up, VR-LA wasn't sure if he could handle that fight in this state.

VR-LA pulled the door open, immediately feeling a rush of warm air from within. He hurried into the entryway, pulling the door shut behind him. He sat on the floor, pulling his backpack off his shoulder. The game always made travelling like that seem so easy.

There was buzzing from above him, most likely one of the assistants coming to examine the guest. VR-LA rather hoped Maxim would be too busy to greet him immediately, even if that was unlikely. He leaned his head back against the wall, squinting up at the large mechanical bee. It turned away, going through a hexagon passageway built too high up the wall for a human to ever go through and deeper into the library.

VR-LA took a deep breath, his eyes feeling heavy from exhaustion. If he stayed leaning back like this, he probably wouldn't be able to stay awake. He pushed himself to sit up straighter, focusing on his coat and vest first. He wouldn't be able to remove them separately in their current state, so his vest would have to be unbuttoned first. He was lucky the blood wasn't his own or the shirt would have had to go too.

There was a loud slam of the door at the other end of the entryway, startling VR-LA right as his cold hands managed to get through the first button. And he was quickly up in the air, teeth holding onto the back of his coat. "VR-LA." Maxim growled. Today's the day. Today's the day Maxim throws VR-LA out forever. Maxim was carrying him into the library as he spoke in a rather muffled manner. "I have potions within my nest. Once your injuries are dealt with, we will discuss the cause-"

Oh! "I had a potion for them an hour ago, this blood isn't mine." VR-LA replied awkwardly.

"So you had been injured?"

"Yes?"

"Then it is a requirement you rest." Maxim dropped VR-LA onto a random couch, one far too tiny for the monster to put himself on, given he was almost as large as the elephants of VR-LA's original world. His sat on the ground in front of VR-LA, using his front paws to adjust VR-LA surprisingly nimbly, like he was more of a doll than a person, before VR-LA himself even got the chance to. Large claws were unbuttoning his vest more nimbly than his own could've, Maxim squinting to get the good look he needed. "How long were you in the cold while dressed like this?" Maxim asked, the beans of his paws briefly brushing against VR-LA's side as he tried to check under the vest to confirm VR-LA's words.

"Most of today?"

"It is nearly night and that is not nearly enough for the snow. The fabric is too thin." And with that, Maxim draped a wing over VR-LA. Soft feathers brushed against his face and sides, the rich coppers and browns of them glittering slightly in the light. "It will do your journey no good to die of cold."