#cannot emphasize enough how this is Not The Actual Thing

[poughkeepsies]

okay well suddenly there are actually too many people on here but I was just gonna post the only 16 seconds I've done of this edit cause i was proud of it even if it looks insane with the cutoffs

[quietwingsinthesky]

the doctor is emotionally manipulative. he’s very good at it, and even better at justifying it both to himself and the people he’s doing it to. he can see when his approval, his affection, is valuable enough to someone that withholding it will be an effective way of getting them to do what he wants. this is one of his best flaws, that he’ll do this to people and do it to them for his own definition of what’s good for them.

(gestures vaguely) twissy.

[prince-liest]

Yours was the first bottom Alastor fanfic I ever read and I was like woah, a whole new world… But I was wondering if you’re planning on ever writing Alastor indulging Vox and actually topping him? (He’d probably overheat and reboot at least twice during the ordeal)

Gonna be totally honest, probably not - and if I do, probably not the way you'd expect if you're a person who has specific top/bottom dynamics expectations!

Alastor's general progression in this fic series has been a slowly decreasing willingness to engage in more "lots of intimate body parts involved" sex acts because the more he tries them out, the more he realizes he could take or leave a lot of them. So I'm really unlikely to write him doing that unless it's with toys or something, purely because the way this fic series has progressed, he doesn't really have an interest in it!

To Vox's eternal regret, pfft. I'm kinda tempted to eventually take a hack at the subject, at least, regardless of how far along they get, and mesh that together with Alastor's extremely rudimentary understanding of what it means to be trans.

[witheredgardenparty]

Has anyone talked about how each member of the Genius Society represents the over reliance on the belief of intelligence but not the act of intelligence?

[sylvies-kablooie]

my opinion on babies is that they aren't for me personally but damn, they make good plot devices. like what do you mean these character's relationships created and/or sustain a living thing. and it screams. that's some heavy-handed symbolism!!!!!

[bijoumikhawal]

"historically polygamous societies loved to wage war and slavery to dispose of excess men and emphasize female conversion" okay all those things are true of monogamous societies too. Western Europeans are famously probably the best at war and slavery from the current standpoint and they're monogamous. And from the way you wrote that I can tell you were thinking of the middle east so what the fuck

[realbeefman]

it is cold and i am walking with my best friend. she is laughing and i am staring and laughing with her. in another life, i kiss her for the first time right now, here, under the warm light of the streetlamps in a place as much my home as hers. it is perfect, and we are happy forever, and when my hand clutches hers, she tells me i run hot. in this life, i am cold. i do not wear a jacket. beside me, her words form clouds in the air just like mine, and i wonder if she has ever felt the same way, if her jacket is warm enough, if her fingers ever burn.

[camgoloud]

who else up feeling the soul-numbing empty hopelessness for absolutely no reason this friday night

[arolesbianism]

Oh god the new cotl trailer is dragging me right back in... Damn you goat why must you relight my interest in this game so

[giantkillerjack]

I HAVE BEEN LEARNING ABOUT MISTER AUGUSTUS OCTAVIAN/OCTAVIUS GAIUS CAESAR SINCE 8TH GRADE. HOW AM I STILL LEARNING MORE THINGS ABOUT HIM THAT MAKE ME GO "octavius babe holy shit what the fuck what the FUCK dude"

[bookwyrminspiration]

me reading my own goddamn story what the fuck just happened

[ID in alt]

[kelp-my-beloved]

To say the meeting hadn’t gone as he had expected was an understatement.

If it was an act fWhip was putting, it was an incredibly skilled one, that would have Sausage begging him to play a role on his favorite play, instead of using his gifts to play mental games with those around him.

He had seemed surprised to see his sister there, as the Great Wizard. The King doesn’t know whether to feel relieved about it, consider that the possibility of fWhip not expecting her sister to be there hadn’t even crossed his mind. If him and Sir Carlos had been able to guess the future emperor’s identity, what stopped the Count?

Proximity, a voice in his head told him. fWhip had been blinded by his feelings towards his sister. It fit well with the man he had known to run away from any conversation that mentioned her name.

If it was a ruse, then Sausage was starting to believe it.

The Count had stayed silent during most of the meeting, letting his advisors do most of the work for him. Sausage allowed his to do the same, in part out of solidarity, and in part because he wanted to spend his time trying to read the twins’ intentions.

A woman from the Cliff’s side took notice of it, and tried to take advantage of it. She was quickly shut off by her superior.

The Great Wizard.

The missing Lady from the Grimlands.

Gemini Tay.

She holds the face of someone who had been training for years to not let any emotion show but, even if it had been almost a decade ago, Sausage knows how to read between the lines. He notices the desperate looks she sends on fWhip’s direction, and the way she quickly casts them asides upon the threat of him looking back.

The wizard looks at Sausage, too, and he held her gaze. Friendly, but not overbearingly so. Something polite, something that said ‘I won’t ask if you don’t want me to’, but also ‘I want to know, but I won’t hold my empire hostage to find the truth’.

He had assumed that fWhip was not paying attention to anything being said on the meeting, not that he blamed him for it. That’s why he had been so surprised when, as soon as some sort of closure had been reached, he jumped from his seat and exited the room without a word.

“I… agree with the Count, we should continue tomorrow,” Sausage stumbles over his words, doing his best to both hide his shock and try to compensate for his friend’s hasty exit.

Gemini doesn’t stay for much longer, either.

Before Sausage can fully process what had happened, the twins had left him alone in the room with a variety of people from all over Server.

“I’m afraid I have to leave too,” he quickly said, before starting his search for the pair.

By the time he closes the door behind him they are no longer there, but the King manages to follow the path the rulers left, surprised faces and the rumoring crowd telling Sausage that they had been there not too long ago. It leads him all the way to the castle grounds, and he finally catches them in the royal gardens.

It isn’t until he’s there that he thinks that perhaps that was a conversation he was not meant to hear.

“It’s always what it is about, Gemini. You got into more fights than I can count because you used to sneak to the forest to practice, you ran away because of it! You chose it over your own family” 

That was fWhip speaking, standing a few blocks in front of him, and facing his sister. She looked… She looked like herself, even after all those years. The same woman that jumped into a fight like a cat towards a rabbit, blinded by instincts, and without thinking about where she would land.

”Even when you didn’t have to choose, you didn’t come back” the Count sneers at his sister, and yeah, that was a conversation Sausage definitely should not be listening.

It was too late by now, however. Both of the twins knew he was there, even if they didn’t acknowledge his presence.

And besides, there was a weight keeping him in place. Something that went beyond simple curiosity.

They could still be fooling you, a voice inside his head said. This could be all an act. Sausage shook it off.

He… he does his best to tune out the rest of the conversation. It’s personal, and hurtful, and he’s really close to leaving, except that he feels like he shouldn’t. He still needs to find out if the meeting was a rouse, if it was all staged.

Sausage knows himself enough to recognize when he’s giving himself an excuse. He’s also aware of his own strength, and knows that he’s not going to do the right thing.

fWhip and Gemini hurt each other like only they could. A sword that could only stab past the armor because the hand that wielded it had seen it made. They were both blinded by pain, and like wolves, they only know to bite through it.

The King of Mythland doesn’t step up between them. He waits instead until Gem realizes she can’t hurt him without hurting herself, and fWhip backs out in anger.

Most of the time, it hurts Sausage how the Count didn’t seem to know how to get close, really close to someone, without baring teeth and flinching smiles. Now he’s thankful for it, because it’s probably the only thing that stopped the pair from keeping at it the whole day. When Gem decides it’s not worth it to keep fighting, he finds no reason to keep going. fWhip looks at him for a second while leaving the gardens, merely an acknowledgement of his presence.

He doesn’t wait for him to follow, even though it was what a good friend would do. The King’s feet even start to move towards him, almost instinctually, before Sausage manages to stop himself. There’s another option for his consideration, and Sausage decides to allow himself to be selfish for once.

fWhip would be fine.

He would.

I'm almost done with the last part of my series, two birds on a wire! Just need to finish proofreading it and I'll be posting it. Posting this part for enrichment reasons.

[harrylights]

gonna get sappy here for a hot sec (quelle surprise)

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

“The Last Dance,” Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider (Vol. 1/2017), #25.

Writer: Peter David; Penciler and Inker: Bruno Oliveira; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[acediscowlng]

i know i should like... make more of an effort to promote my fics on social media.... but like.... i am also very lazy and very content to languish in obscurity

[theminecraftbee]

i think that the funniest thing about the swedishbeans saga so far is picturing it from joel's point of view because. okay. imagine. you are joel smallishbeans. you are new to this whole hermitcraft thing. you've met iskall like, twice, and he's been kind of weird every time, but you're kind of weird back so you guess it's fine or whatever. you leave for vacation. you come back. someone has sent you dozens of unsolicited love letters and as much as you joke about etho it's probably not him. you find out it's iskall. you go to confront him to figure out hey, what the hell is this about? he gives a dramatic speech about you being in love and having left a sign on a prank you didn't do (and didn't actually leave) with a kiss on it, and how that means you're in love. you're just like. nah, man, i don't... know you? i have a wife. the man wails about how you're an awful person who has been leading him on, a terrible trickster. you aren't entirely certain what you had to do with any of this. you get home. he's mailed you bad breakup poetry now and declared that he's moved on but you haven't. you're still vaguely confused as to what has happened. then he invites you back to his house to build a statue of yourself so that he quote "doesn't need you anymore". i cannot emphasize enough you have talked to this man like twice. gem accuses you of being in a love spider's web and you honestly can't say she's wrong you're just confused about why everyone thinks this is in any way your fault,