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[godsspeed-brendon-raymon]

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[beneaththeplanetofthebatmans]

There was a new player in the Vault!! I didn’t have my keyboard plugged in so I gave them a moment of silence emote

[ainyan]

A Bittersweet Farewell

(A Woven Souls Snippet)

Aboard the Misery, Carvallain leaned over the rail, grinning at the Scions. “Honored guests! Say your farewells, for the moment of our parting draws nigh! A fair wind blows, and I mean to follow it!”

Alisaie sighed, rubbing her hand over her arm. “It would seem our ship is set to sail,” she said to Urianger, who gave her a compassionate smile “Pray give my regards to Thancred and the others. And… take care.”

“I do promise thee, my lady,” Urianger replied, offering her a slight bow. 

Kal’istae smiled at the interchange between the two, amused, and took one last glance back at the rocky spires of Limsa Lominsa. She almost turned back to the ship when a familiar figure caught her eye. One hand raised in entreaty and she blinked, then frowned. “Tell Carvallain I will be aboard shortly,” she told Alisaie, who gaped after her as she slipped across the docks, winding her way through the cargo.

“Kali!” Alisaie called, but when the Au Ra waved her off, Lyse caught at her arm, tugging her towards the ship. “Damn it. She’d better not get left behind.”

Lyse snorted as she hauled Alisaie towards the gangway. “Do you really believe we’d leave behind the whole reason we’re going to Doma in the first place?” she asked . “Come on, she probably saw one of her adventurer friends or something. She’ll be fine; she’s never late.”

Alisaie knew it, but still glanced over her shoulder, watching as Kal’istae slipped behind a pile of crates waiting to be loaded onto one of the nearby ships. Once the Warrior was out of sight, she sighed again and allowed Lyse to drag her up the gangway and onto the deck of the ship.

Kal’istae was aware of Alisaie’s eyes on her, but ignored the red mage in favor of the mystery ahead of her. As she slipped behind the crates, she opened her mouth to speak, only to find it covered by a wide, calloused hand. Gazing up into Thancred’s single dark eye, she obeyed the silent signal he gave by pressing his finger over his lips.

They stood in silence for several heartbeats, gazing into one another’s eyes, before he lowered his hand, exhaling. “I just wanted to be sure none of the others followed you.”

“Why? Urianger told us you stayed back in the Rising Stones,” Kal’istae replied, still frowning as she gazed up at him. “Why hide?”

Thancred eased back, leaning against the crate behind him with a grunt. “Urianger thinks I did. I didn’t want anyone else to know I was here; there’d be all these questions and goodbyes and the lot and I didn’t want to deal with it. But I was hardly going to let you go traipsing off on a two-month ship ride without one last goodbye.”

Her eyebrows speared upwards. “And why is it so important that you say goodbye to me, without the others knowing?” she murmured.

“You know the answer to that,” came the rogue’s soft reply, and unaccountably, she blushed, ducking her head to hide the sudden flush that turned her indigo cheeks violet. “My lady, there is no time. No time to talk, to say that which I feel needs be said between us. The pirate will not wait forever. But I will,” he added softly, and she raised her head to meet that single dark eye, the intensity of his gaze increasing her blushes. “Come back, Kali. Come back whole, and hale, and healthy, that we may speak of things long overdue.”

Swallowing, Kal’istae twisted her fingers together. “I have no intention of doing otherwise.”

His sudden smile, slight though it was, twisted wryly. “You never do, and yet, circumstances so often demand otherwise.” Sighing, he reached out, snagging her hands and pulling them apart to draw one to his lips. “Godsspeed, my dear Kal’istae,” he whispered against her knuckles. “And fair winds to take you there and bring you back to me once more.”

She gazed up at him mutely and they stared at one another, caught in a tableau. Finally, she broke it, drawing her fingers gently from his grasp. Before he could do more than sigh, however, she reached up with both hands to frame his face. “Take care yourself, dear Thancred,” she murmured. “I know that though I journey into the unknown, you journey into certain danger. I will be most put out should I return home and you do not.”

“There is naught on this world that could keep me from returning to your side,” Thancred murmured, raising his hands to cover hers. 

She could hear the impatient shouts from Alisaie and Lyse and gave a soft curse. “I will be back,” she promised him, and, greatly daring, leaned in, rising up on the tips of her toes to press a hard, fast kiss to his mouth. Doing her best to ignore the lightning that seared her lips and raced down her spine, she tore herself away from him, whirling.

“Kali!” he called out, and she halted mid-step, half-turning back towards him. His mouth worked, but he couldn’t seem to say anything more. She gave him a slight smile, then started to turn away again. Abruptly, he managed to gasp out, “I’ll miss you.”

Raising her hand to her breastbone, she squeezed her eyes shut. “I’ll miss you too,” she replied, then dashed away, leaving him to stare after her with an expression caught halfway between pleasure and concern.

And he waited, hiding in the shadows, watching as the Misery slowly pulled out of port. It was not until the ship was long out of sight before he finally extracted himself from his perch and made his way from the city, and from there, to Garlemald, to his own duties.

[kdinjenzen]

Good Luck and Godsspeed on your Homestuck attempt. How are you reading it? (I ask only because a buddy shared an offline archive of it all that keeps all the stuff that required Flash intact)

Can I just say how much I love that I got these messages? The immediate response of “if you need help finding better, more true, or less ‘all of that nonsense’ versions of (insert thing here), we will help!”

Do you understand how much I cherish moments like this? This is camaraderie, this is compassion, this is accessibility assistance, this is BEAUTIFUL!

Mind you, not to worry, I was provided with all of this stuff in advance because my dears, darlings, and degenerates on Twitch and Discord (much like you all) care very much and shared those resources with me immediately!

Much love to you all! I love when folks look out for each other like this! 💙

[charonthetaxidriverofthedead]

@mortal-champion-of-hestia get them therapy. Godsspeed young demigod.

[lone-starlight]

oh good lord i see what you got puzzler started on. uh

good luck. godsspeed man lmao

-🌵

Head in hands, idk how to do this, man

[marzipanandminutiae]

a genuine question: are you proship or just against the rigidity of anti/pro dichotomy? for my own comfort as a follower and fan xoxo

I'm not actually involved in The Discourse, first of all. I disagree with the aims of the antis I've seen so far re: taking down AO3, strictly policing content in fandom (and general fiction), etc. so if that's all that's necessary to qualify one as a proshipper, I am one. If there's more to it, then I suspect I'm not.

I think the topic of fanfic morality is...thorny. R.P.F, for example, deeply bothers me, especially when the issue of explicit fanfic concerning real, very young people comes up. As I know it has. Fiction is not real life, and adults responsible for curating their own online experiences must be trusted to know the difference between fiction and reality or we risk falling back into patterns of censorship that have plagued fandom for years. But some people insist on writing fics about real people, some of whom are not adults. Does that not cross the line rather? And what's to be done about it?

I don't have the answer, I freely admit. But I don't think "nuke the best fanfiction space we've carved out for ourselves yet" is it.

And that's really the only very specific circumstance in which I can understand the outrage. I will not waste a second of my time hand-wringing about the fate of a fake person in a fake scenario. It's not real or harming real people. There IS content I find disgusting/morally repugnant/plain ordinary Squicky, but. As long as it's tagged appropriately and 100% fictional, I will spare it only the thought necessary to say "ew. nope." and move on.

And for some things that squick a lot of other people, I may not. As you know if you've been hanging around here in the past year or so, I write for a fandom that happens to involve incest. Consenting adult incest, in my personal fics, but like...The Full Siblings Who Grew Up Together Are Banging. And I want them to keep banging. I have favorite fics wherein they bang. I can explain my logic till the cows come home- I find their dynamic interesting to explore; it's different from other incest ships, which I usually avoid, because they were never able to be normal siblings; etc. -but at the end of the day, it would still put me on the antis' shit list.

This is not just a matter of principle for me. I read and produce some of the Problematique Fanfic. Relatively tame stuff in the grand scheme of things, really, but I still have a vested interest in avoiding content crackdowns on purely fictional stories. Apart from generally disagreeing that it's the best way to fix fandom's issues.

So, that's where I stand. If you feel you have to unfollow, godsspeed.

[snow-system-wol]

S'ria is ... Incredibly aware of the fact that the three people left with him are the ones he is unwilling to lose.

Glitching out more...

Godsspeed little fellow

S'ria's answer is perhaps less this and more confused outage. G'raha has done so much for him and the world, and is S'ria's partner and closest confidante. In what world would his name be left out??

There are things that embarrass G'raha and things that do not, and S'ria still has yet to fully understand the distinction between those categories.

[mimble-sparklepudding]

27. Secret.

Oh, come on lads ─ we might as well make it a race! Victory goes to the first adventurer to find the treasure! Godsspeed!

[undead-potatoes]

I can usually tell when someone is going through the BG3/Larian Critical tag(s) bc I get a like on both of my posts in those tags in rapid succession, like godsspeed random salty tumblr user

[protagonistpolling]

ginko lost honorably 🫡 godsspeed to laios

o7 to ginko mushisi

[maudlinandmad]

Hello, my dear friend 🌟

I am Mahmoud Jihad from Gaza, currently living in displacement camps after losing my home, university, my PC, and my city. I was studying Information Technology and caring for my sick father and siblings.

I am raising funds to help my family and to escape from Gaza, as well as to continue my studies abroad 🎓. I started a GoFundMe campaign for this purpose. Your support can make a significant difference ❤️.

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Please share, like, comment, and donate even a small amount 🙏.

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Thank you! 🌹

I will do my best. Godsspeed. Palestine will be free, this I know.

[ainyan]

Prompt of the Day: Saying Goodbye

Patch 4.0 - Onward to Doma

Aboard the Misery, Carvallain leaned over the rail, grinning at the Scions. “Honored guests! Say your farewells, for the moment of our parting draws nigh! A fair wind blows, and I mean to follow it!”

Alisaie sighed, rubbing her hand over her arm. “It would seem our ship is set to sail,” she said to Urianger, who gave her a compassionate smile “Pray give my regards to Thancred and the others. And… take care.”

“I do promise thee, my lady,” Urianger replied, offering her a slight bow. 

Kal’istae smiled at the interchange between the two, amused, and started towards the ship when a soft whisper brushed against her heart. She turned, immediately spying the familiar figure standing near a stack of crates. One hand raised in entreaty and she blinked, then frowned. “Tell Carvallain I will be aboard shortly,” she told Alisaie, who gaped after her as she slipped across the docks, winding her way through the cargo.

“Kali!” Alisaie called, but when the Au Ra waved her off, Lyse caught at her arm, tugging her towards the ship. “Damn it. She’d better not get left behind.”

Lyse snorted as she hauled Alisaie towards the gangway. “Do you really believe we’d leave behind the whole reason we’re going to Doma in the first place?” she asked . “Come on, she probably saw one of her adventurer friends or something. She’ll be fine; she’s never late.”

Alisaie knew it, but still glanced over her shoulder, watching as Kal’istae slipped behind a pile of crates waiting to be loaded onto one of the nearby ships. Once the Warrior was out of sight, she sighed again and allowed Lyse to drag her up the gangway and onto the deck of the ship.

Kal’istae was aware of Alisaie’s eyes on her, but ignored the red mage in favor of the mystery ahead of her. As she slipped behind the crates, she opened her mouth to speak, only to find it covered by a wide, calloused hand. Gazing up into Thancred’s single dark eye, she obeyed the silent signal he gave by pressing his finger over his lips.

They stood in silence for several heartbeats, gazing into one another’s eyes, before he lowered his hand, exhaling. “I just wanted to be sure none of the others followed you.”

“Why? Urianger told us you stayed back in the Rising Stones,” Kal’istae replied, still frowning as she gazed up at him. “Why hide?”

Thancred eased back, leaning against the crate behind him with a grunt. “Urianger thinks I did. I didn’t want anyone else to know I was here; there’d be all these questions and goodbyes and the lot and I didn’t want to deal with it. But I was hardly going to let you go traipsing off on a two-month ship ride without one last goodbye.”

Her eyebrows speared upwards. “And why is it so important that you say goodbye to me, without the others knowing?” she murmured.

“You know the answer to that,” came the rogue’s soft reply, and unaccountably, she blushed, ducking her head to hide the sudden flush that turned her indigo cheeks violet. “My lady, there is no time. No time to talk, to say that which I feel needs be said between us. The pirate will not wait forever. But I will,” he added softly, and she raised her head to meet that single dark eye, the intensity of his gaze increasing her blushes. “Come back, Kali. Come back whole, and hale, and healthy, that we may speak of things long overdue.”

Swallowing, Kal’istae twisted her fingers together. “I have no intention of doing otherwise.”

His sudden smile, slight though it was, twisted wryly. “You never do, and yet, circumstances so often demand otherwise.” Sighing, he reached out, snagging her hands and pulling them apart to draw one to his lips. “Godsspeed, my dear Kal’istae,” he whispered against her knuckles. “And fair winds to take you there and bring you back to me once more.”

She gazed up at him mutely and they stared at one another, caught in a tableau. Finally, she broke it, drawing her fingers gently from his grasp. Before he could do more than sigh, however, she reached up with both hands to frame his face. “Take care yourself, dear Thancred,” she murmured. “I know that though I journey into the unknown, you journey into certain danger. I will be most put out should I return home and you do not.”

“There is naught on this world that could keep me from returning to your side,” Thancred murmured, raising his hands to cover hers. 

She could hear the impatient shouts from Alisaie and Lyse and gave a soft curse. “I will be back,” she promised him, and, greatly daring, leaned in, rising up on the tips of her toes to press a hard, fast kiss to his mouth. Doing her best to ignore the lightning that seared her lips and raced down her spine, she tore herself away from him, whirling.

“Kali!” he called out, and she halted mid-step, half-turning back towards him. His mouth worked, but he couldn’t seem to say anything more. She gave him a slight smile, then started to turn away again. Abruptly, he managed to gasp out, “I’ll miss you.”

Raising her hand to her breastbone, she squeezed her eyes shut. “I’ll miss you too,” she replied, then dashed away, leaving him to stare after her with an expression caught halfway between pleasure and concern.

And he waited, hiding in the shadows, watching as the Misery slowly pulled out of port. It was not until the ship was long out of sight before he finally extracted himself from his perch and made his way from the city, and from there, to Garlemald, to his own duties.

[d3ad-on-arriva1]

wearing my trans rights bracelet with my conservative aunts and uncles pray for me 💪

godsspees soldier 💪💪

[sunrisetune]

[Not work appropriate lines, for anyone scrolling in public]

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- Going through the aforementioned D&D livestream tag after numerous months of not doing that is mostly cool, if almost entirely out of context and then you're like "Oh the users who post creepy untagged tickling fetish porn are still here. I thought I'd blocked all of them" (Turns Out You Haven't)

Anyway, godsspeed to everyone watching Campaign 3 except for those people

[lesenbyan]

Wiltwaek: The owner of the Drowning Wench in Limsa can help. Have you heard of Baderon? Wiltwaek: He's the realm's foremost expert on ciphers…which is ironic if you know him. But I do believe he'll be able to read the symbols, and he'll need an alchemist to untangle their meaning. Godsspeed, my friend.

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