#i was GONE

[starrynightsxo]

cardan: *whips out the "I knew it was you the moment you entered the brugh" line*

jude: *confused*

me:

[fxmmeangel]

i cannot stop thinking about masturbating next to someone while she relaxes and just watches, telling me all about how pretty i look in her arms

[milosirlgf]

davids most receot nsfw audio ENDED MY LIFE

[doshi-sukiru]

...do I even wanna know who did it this time

[bunnydontcry]

[nom-the-noodle]

(Some vorish writing for you. Enjoy!)

'Your move."

A foot tapped along the checkered floor to match the tempo of the pounding in her head. One could hear the gears trying to figure out where to go from her spot, though her concentration was being slightly sabotaged for a couple of reason. Mainly the large figure perched in front of her, looming over the stage as they gazed upon her. A smile crossed softly on their face resting upon folded hands as they patiently waited for their guest.

A friendly game among comrades it was supposed to be, as least that's what was implied. A game of chess, a battle of wits and strategy. It started out simple, a couple of pawns taken on either side. Black taking white’s knight. White counters, stealing black’s rook. Evenly matched, the same level as both sides talked as pieces were moved and swiped. But with every piece she watches get taken by black, the more something seemed off. Were they…. always that tall?

No no, they were just getting in her head somehow. They got a look in their eye as the kingdoms continued to go to war, like the knew something they didn’t. No, they were just psyching her out…. right? Those doubts shrank more and more as the pieces seems to tower more and more along with her now giant of a friend’s presence. Unfazed as their side of the board slowly took siege. With every pawn, another bit of height was taken.

So we cut to now, the size of the chess tokens spanning around her like a fallen fortress. And the dragon toppling her empire was just about ready to claim their throne. She told in front of her king, looking between a bishop and a knight trying to think of which was a better play. Again it was so hard to think feeling hungry eyes watching her every move for a read. She swallowed hard, palms sweating as she grew more and more concerned of their new perspective. It felt like no matter what was done, she was caught. “I suggest you do something soon. It’s getting close to lunch and I don’t think you’d want to delay that hm?”

'You're not helping.' Then now little one piped up, nerves clear on the tongue as she stared intently at her pieces. Looking anywhere else would break more than just her concentration. The pressure was on. With one uncertain move, carefully she moved her bishop to the over, shoving it a good spaces along before coming to a stop. Mostly cause it was easiest to move as this size. Secondly because it was supposed to bait them to get their queen out only for a near pawn to swipe. A trap laid out, albeit messily. She took a few breaths, leaning against the bishop awkwarding from the movement. She didn't notice them come down and effortless make their move, a rook lifted in a moment over for the tower to land.... right where her unguarded king was.

'Checkmate.' The word rolled off the tongue like a purring cat, drinking the small victory. She didn't need to see their face to feel that gaze lock onto her once more, a shadow quickly engulfing her. The hand didnt go go take the fallen king, rather scooping up their much better prize in their palm. Fingers lightly pinched her waist enough to take her breath away, vertigo leaving her lungs on the ground as she was taken.

Much more predatory eyes now gleamed as she stopped in front of their face, taking up her whole field of vision. She was felt trembling against their skin, already having an inkling of what was to come next.

'Good game, I have to admit. But you do need to work on letting your nerves not get the best of you, my dear. Lest you end up in the keep. Now, about that lunch.'

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I've been trying to put this into words since you put If These Scars Could Speak back up. First off, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Scars is one of, if not the, fic that has stuck with me the most. I must have read it a dozen times before you took it down. It was actually a tab that I kept open on some of my harder training exercises.

(A brief aside, because I'm afraid I cannot always make words work as I intend them to. I am in no way, shape, or form trying to guilt you, or hold any animosity. You did what I assume was best for your mental health, and I respect that immensely. If anything, it was my fault for not saving myself a copy. Please don't take anything that I am saying in a negative way.)

The first time I read Scars, I was blown away. The story is amazing, the characters have so much depth, I am a sucker for your Lambert/Aiden, yes, but it was Geralt who held me captive and kept bringing me back. Because my dear - you wrote me.

From the time I began to suspect I was neurodivergent way back in secondary school, I ruthlessly suppressed it (often to my own detriment). Because I had known from an even younger age that I wanted to join the military, and now, despite being damn good at my job and not once having an issue, I would be medically discharged if I ever ended up in front of a psychologist. (Even now, it puts my heart pounding to write this, but I told myself that since you had the strength to put it back up, I would find the strength write this.) The military has yet to realize that these things exist on a spectrum, and just because there are some people who absolutely should not be allowed to serve, there are just as many who can take their divergence and make it work for them, as your Geralt does.

Here was a character who thrived in the military and was not a walking stereotype (and do you know, I did something similar, finding myself a small unit where I'd only have to handle a dozen or so people). This is the kind of representation I never imagined finding, and to stumble upon it…I don't have the words to adequately express what your story means to me. Thank you for the care you took with this story, for the time and heart and love you poured into it (and your portrayal of PTSD…God, how many of my own brothers I saw in them). I will never stop being grateful that you wrote this. For whatever people said to you, please know that there is at least one person out there whose life was changed absolutely for the better through your words. This is so far beyond a comfort fic - this is what I read when I need to feel like I am not alone in this. Thank you, thank you.

Non, I read the start of this ask and ran away for a bit, but then I took a deep breath and read it properly.

When I tell you I cried, I'm not being hyperbolic. I've had... let's say an interesting couple of months, and it's the small things getting me through. But this is a big thing. It's overwhelming. I am so humbled.

Thank you for letting me know. Really. The story is so precious to me. There are parts of me in every character, parts of the people I know, all woven in with the characters I love. I needed hope when I wrote that story, even with all its clunky bits, so the fact that others connect with it too? I don't have words to express how that makes me feel.

I am always baffled by people's kindness, but I am so, so grateful for it.

I hope you have family and friends that love you like Geralt's does. You deserve the biggest hug and the fluffiest dressing gown to eat chocolate in. Much love, Non.

[anchoeritic]

tumblr stinks bleh i’m moving to ao3

[juggaloautist]

I’m normal about Slipknot.

[huskybites]

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[rosithecat]

hello Tumblr users! I emerge from my iced chamber. what did i miss?

[heretherebedork]

I’m not sure, but I feel like some of the discussions w Porsche’s rape is also because ?? Of how common it tends to be in BL or other romantic media? That still doesn’t make it OKAY, no, but I don’t think people are used to having it Not get glossed over and treated like what it was, Rape. I actually got surprised with Porsche’s reaction because ,, lol somehow I didn’t expect them to actually go there but I’m pleasantly surprised that they did? Sorry that this is all just word vomit but I really do appreciate seeing your thoughts/etc about it and the show in general <3

I had the same fear. I was certain the show wouldn't give us the real aftermath of a rape. But they did. The show did and it was amazing. It was so beautiful to see that it's not the kind of thing that just happens to people and doesn't affect them.

And then I still saw fans glossing over it.

I saw people blaming it on Kinn not being 'nice enough' the morning after.

I saw people saying that Porsche just wanted 'reassurance' from him and it would've been okay.

I saw people laughing about it being 'regret' that he'd 'get over'.

And that's what really broke me, honestly, from risking anything on the fandom.

Because if a large percentage of people watching this show can gloss over the traumatic aftermath of a rape with 'he just wanted ~snuggles~' than I probably don't want them to see my posts about the power imbalance inherent in the relationship and how Porsche, frankly, might be choosing pleasure and love but doesn't really have much of a choice in the end.

I also have to admit that while some forms of rape are more common in BL than I'd like, this is one of the first genuinely 'drugged and raped' types of rape I've seen in a while.

I wasn't all that surprised at the people glossing it over it when it first happened. I was a lot more surprised at how many people glossed over it when we were shown how much it affected Porsche. That, that was when it truly struck me what people are willing to do in this fandom.

[star-sheeps]

@angel-shaw what did i miss

[theblackestofsuns]

“I Was Gone”

Oni Double Feature #3 (March 1998)

Paul Pope

Oni Press

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.