#bold of you to assume I care

[not-glorfindel-stop-asking]

You're not "busy", you're just "lazy"

Ah, dear Anonymous, proud citizen of the ever-thriving and ever-growing metropolis of Auda!!!

I see you have arrived today bearing the most astounding revelation—one that must have required unparalleled wisdom, deep contemplation, and no doubt an intense study of my personal affairs.

"You’re not ‘busy,’ you’re just ‘lazy.’”

Fascinating.

Such an insight could only be delivered by one who possesses a mind sharper than Eöl’s finest blade, a perception keener than the keenest eyes of the Eldar.

And yet—allow me to counter your revelation with one of my own.

You see, the esteemed individual who lends their hands and wit to our words—our dear OP, whom Eredin and I hold in the highest regard—happens to be among the most industrious souls I have ever known. I cannot reveal too much, of course (the secrecy must be maintained, lest the shadows of Auda send forth their agents to uncover her many deeds), but suffice it to say: she does a great deal.

A great deal more, I would wager, than you, noble Anonymous, who sits upon your lofty throne of indolence and proclaims judgment upon those who actually move.

Busy, she is. Tirelessly so. She writes, she works, she studies, she creates. To claim her efforts as "laziness" is akin to saying that a Balrog is merely a candle with aspirations. It is absurd.

Oh, dearest Anonymous, most esteemed oracle of my personal affairs, knower of all things, seer of truths—tell me, what grand feats have you accomplished today?

Did you rise at dawn to forge the very pillars of Arda with your bare hands?

Did you compose an epic so moving that the Valar themselves wept upon hearing it?

Have you, perhaps and it is just a thought, even managed to accomplish something as simple as minding your own business?

Or did you simply crawl out of your little hole, crack your knuckles, and think, Ah yes, today I shall bestow my divine wisdom upon the masses and inform someone I do not know that they are lazy?

You have contributed to what, exactly? A single line of uninspired drivel meant to provoke? How noble. How useful. I am sure the history books shall sing of your deeds for generations to come.

So, let me extend to you a most generous piece of advice: the next time you feel the urge to open your mouth (or let your fingers run wild across your keyboard) with nothing but nonsense to offer, consider, perhaps, the revolutionary concept of not doing that.

[rocky-dangerbuff-art]

you are an awful person

[anteroom-of-death]

It always drives me insane, but especially now, how people dismiss 12 and Clara as romantic canon or eventually subtextually romantic. We've seen the Doctor in Canon romantic love. We've seen the Doctor in Canon best friends situations.

With his arguably biggest (based on how insane the fandom and writers, especially rtd are/cling onto) nu who love interest, Rose. When she's in danger he's fawning and doesn't bend. 10, especially isn't furloughed in morals as much as 12. (Or 9, but this is a different talk for another day.) He's not laying awake thinking if he's good or evil. He just accepts and goes.

When Rose and the whole Doomsday plot happens, all 10 does is burn up a sun to say good-bye. (Then treat Martha like shit until uWu Donna time.)

With Clara, he frequently goes to the next level. Hell, most his words in seasons 8 and 9 is her name! He's jealous in a way he never was with Mickey at Danny. He's constantly at odds with himself. He feels and acts legitimately threatened.

When she is finally dying. He loses all pretense, gives into his urges and threatens genocide, holds hostage, coups and kills. He is willing to undo his past of saving Gallifrey from falling, to save her. Keep her. Hold her.

It's only when Clara reels him in does he think differently. Go a different route. Be nicer. Chose a shard of kindness to the rest of the universe.

They both brought out the best and worst in each other until the bitter end.

"Friendship" my ass. That's real, toxic, deep all-consuming love.

[revvethasmythh]

i also do think it's funny, i very rarely get disapprovals at this point in the game but literally every time emmrich takes me somewhere to talk about death, i get disapproval from him and it's like. yeah this is what it's like having a conversation with a late-20s adrenaline junkie treasure hunter with no respect for the concept of death. luckily for me, his reactions to disagreeing with you are so diva and funny i don't even mind going for the rp choice of saying something off-color

[gomzdrawfr]

The funny thing about writing royal au is just me playing around with what I think are royal au related terms or old English but it’s prob just regular English to others

Like preposterous, impertinent, incorrigible, beneficent, chamber, prude, felony, ordeal etc

[beanghostprincess]

He loves me (He loves me not)

For @sanusoweek || Day 4: Hanahaki (pretend this was posted on time) (yes. I am again late) (again)

Relationship: Sanji/Usopp

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Angst with a happy ending / Hanahaki Disease / Not actually unrequited love / Love confessions / Getting together / Codependency

Words: 11,043

Summary:

He will die. He will let the petals cover him whole and asphyxiate him. Because he loves Sanji and wants to keep doing so in secret without ruining what they have. Usopp is going to be brave for once and sacrifice everything he is and could be for him. To keep him closer a little longer. Because a life without Sanji is worse than any death. A life without Sanji is worthless. Devoid of color. Devoid of summer. When Usopp dies, he will be glad the one ending his life is the one who taught him to be brave in the first place. Or that is what Usopp would say if he was brave. And he isn’t. He doesn’t want to fucking die. Is he crazy?! Chopper stared at him with the saddest, most sorrowful look on his face when he told him the way to end this suffering, and he believed Usopp was going to give up his life to keep Sanji a bit longer. Turns out Usopp is still a coward and he has never been as romantic as he tries to seem in his tales. So he is going to confess. He is going to let Sanji hate him forever. And he is going to live. Because no matter what fate is ahead of him, somebody would have to be insane to think that is worse than dying.

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[byanyan]

byancore af tbh

[feroluce]

Some off the cuff 1k of Skirk & Tartaglia (skirtaru???) hcs before 4.2 proves me wildly wrong, they are very much a dynamic in process to be changed as we see more of them and as I think and consider them more, but I wanna see them interact so BAD.

Anyway. Tartaglia is an idiot who develops a crush, or at least something like a crush, on anyone who can give him a good fight. Obviously there are plenty of people who can just kick his ass- he's ranked at the bottom of the Harbingers. But they all suck, and there's no passion when they fight! They don't appreciate it the way Tartaglia does! So it's not a good fight and those assholes don't count!

So I think little Tartaglia was doomed the second he saw a very very pretty lady with a very very sharp sword and she immediately beat the shit out of him. Like she awakened something in him right then and there, unfortunately for the rest of the world haha

And then! Not only could she beat him one handed! But she took the time to teach him! And this! This was exactly what Tartaglia had wanted when he ran away from home with nothing but some food and his sword! He'd wanted an adventure! He'd wanted something new and different and wild!

And he can have that now, with Skirk and the Abyss! So his crush could have instantly dissolved right there, but it didn't, because Skirk was weird and interesting and Tartaglia adored that.

((Wheezing imagining Tartaglia trying to show off because he wants to impress his shifu, and she genuinely is impressed because Tartaglia progressed so fast, but then she pops his teenage boy ego with a pin and he deflates sjzjnskdkz))

He develops such an endless amount of respect and admiration for her. He's so happy and so proud of himself when he masters the Foul Legacy, because this was a goal laid by his shifu and hell yeah, he blew it out of the water!! And I'd like to think this was when Skirk said those words in his profile-

"You shall ever be the eye of the storm,"

"And the clashing of steel shall ever accompany you."

"The pitch-black memory of stepping into uttermost darkness,"

"Shall, at last, become the strength by which you will overturn this world."

-with Tartaglia knelt before her and her sword at his cheek, as though she were knighting him. And Tartaglia realizes then that oh. He likes it here. He likes being in the Abyss. He likes being with Skirk. He likes hunting and killing and surviving here in the Abyss with Skirk. Morepesok is and will always be home, but it was stagnant there. Too much of the same. No room for growth.

But the Abyss is boundless possibility to explore in every direction, and Skirk has never flinched away from him even once. Tartaglia can be as violent and bloodthirsty as he wants; Skirk is worse. She gives zero shits. She loves to fight and hunt and kill and make things bleed. Tartaglia is free to explore and revel in all of his worst inclinations and instincts and that is what the Abyss and Skirk become to him. Freedom.

And then he falls out of the Abyss just as suddenly as he had fallen into it. He didn't even get to say goodbye.

And it's not all bad or anything. Tartaglia isn't miserable. He's plenty capable of making his own happiness. He brings his own joy everywhere he goes (derogatory, unfortunate for everyone else ndkdjdjkd) and he genuinely likes being around other people. He would have missed a lot of things if he'd been permanently trapped.

But now there is an itch that he can't scratch. And it's driving him nuts. And he misses Skirk. She was fun to be around. He liked her.

He finds himself seeing things in everyday life and wishing he could show her. He pulls out ingredients in the kitchen for dinner and wants her to eat his special dish and show off how good he can cook. He reads through reports about the Abyss and he never finds what he's looking for (a swordswoman, an entrance, anything-), but he wants to ask her her opinions about them. He sees a really nice sword and wonders if she would like it. Little things.

Tartaglia decides he's going to find her. Even if it's just for a chance to thank her. Even if it takes years, decades. He just wants to see her again.

And then, it finally happens! They really do get to reunite! I have no idea what will happen in the archon quest of course, but like. I really like the idea that after things settle down, Skirk decides to stay for a while. She doesn't really want to live here or anything, but she's curious. She wants to see what Teyvat is like. She especially wants to see Snezhnaya, like Tartaglia used to talk about. And Tartaglia decides to go with her, he's an experienced traveler, a man of the world after all! He'll take her wherever she'd like to go.

And I'd love for them to say goodbye to The Traveler and Paimon and depart from Fontaine on a classic will-they-won't-they sort of vibe, where it's obvious that Tartaglia has Some Feelings about Skirk, but it's not clear how Skirk really feels about him yet. But it's the kind of thing where it's hopeful, and you want to root for the guy to get his love interest haha.

(The Traveler and Paimon bump into them a few months later and Paimon chides Tartaglia because Childe have you seriously not confessed yet the hell have you been doing all this time, which he responds to with hey, Skirk is a classy lady, give me time to do it right! and meanwhile The Traveler can see around Tartaglia to where Skirk is sitting at their campfire, manspreading on a fallen log, eating raw meat with blood on her face and dripping down her arms BNSKXJSMKDMD)

[crossdressingdeath]

Astarion: Little love, whatever could be the matter?

Okay, I'm not going to lie. I kind of adore romanced ascended Astarion calling the PC "little love". I'm here for it.

[tuesday-is-a-good-day]

Please block the chuuya hate page blog, for your own sanity. You are letting them waste so much of your life and time that could be spent on more positive things.

And you’re not teaching them anything. They’re thriving off of your interaction.

Thank you for your concern Anon, but I’m already insane. Arguably, these interactions have been very good for me! I have severe anxiety around arguments, but interacting with this doof has helped to lessen that impact, normally I would be having panic attacks over these arguments, but it’s been, surprisingly, helpful!

I’m not trying to teach them anything, they don’t want to learn so they will not learn, and it’s a shame but that’s the way it is. I know they’re thriving on interaction, but if I stop interacting with them, they’re going to go off and badger other people who are more vulnerable. The worst they can say to me is the same pathetic insults over and over again, but I’ve seen the things they say to other people and it’s atrocious. I’d rather waste their time like this as someone they can’t hurt, if that makes sense.

[akascow]

i am once again gonna sleep through an eclipse HAHA i saw one in 2017 i dont neeeed to see another

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Okay what other soul-crushing books about the meaning of humanity can I read?

[weeesi]

Not me at the airport scrolling tumblr gifs of Andrew Scott making out

[lunasilvis]

Been writing someone I care about a phantom letter because my heart has so much to say still (but won't send because space is still called for both ways - doesn't mean I'll become forgetful :) )

[too-deviant]

updating this very soon….so catch up while you can 😁

jackie and wilson.

in which…you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile.

i. she blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild

— you meet your eccentric camp tour guide! (sarcasm intended)

ii. and, lord, she found me just in time

— luke has an identity crisis while you ogle at how pretty he is

iii. she’s gonna save me, call me ‘baby’, run her hands through my hair

— luke has fun for the first time in a long time, and you finally get a glimpse into his head.

iv. better yet, she wouldn’t care

— you snap, and suddenly luke doesn’t think anyone understands him like you do

— THE FOURTH OF JULY INTERLUDE —

v. lord, it’d be great to find a place we could escape sometime

— you finally show luke what he’s been missing since he got to camp, and your mom has a few questions for him.

vi. we tried the world, good god, it wasn’t for us

— forty kids, two chaperones, one hell of a trip to olympus

vii. i start digging up the yard for what’s left of me and our little vignette

— luke let’s you go

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[singedbutter]

Me provide? You're gonna be my sugar mama. Cooking, cleaning and shrimp rearing is my game

I also have the strongest attachment to them shrimps

Mmm no thank you 🙂‍↔️