#its about the mortifying ordeal.

[yellowocaballero]

On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being an encyclopedic knowledge of the source material and 1 being you can read it completely blind where would you rate your fire emblem fics? I desperately want to read them but I have a negative understanding of that entire series?? Have a great day!! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。💜

Good news. Great news. Fantastic news. Slight spoiler for Rosetta Headstone. Big confession.

So FE3H has several different possible plots. The first plot was made into Weekenders, which is a very direct scaffold off that plot and is pretty inaccessible without knowing the Blue Lions plot. You are more than free to check that one out, but it may be difficult.

As for the new fic Rosetta Headstone, which is based off the second plotline Golden Deer. Spoilers for Rosetta Headstone.

It has nothing to do with the Golden Deer route at all. Truthfully, I had barely made it into the route before I started writing. There's certainly a lot of lore referenced, mentioned, and puzzled out - but nothing that happens in RH happens in the GD plotline. Around halfway through the story we will go off the rails completely.

The games still have a shitton of characters and lore, and RH still deals with that lore, but the POV character is in the constant process of discovering that lore, so I think it should be accessible. I think it'll be interesting to explore Yuri especially without already knowing his deal. And I don't...know the lore...so I...kind of made the lore up......I think its one of those things where, if YOU'RE confused, so are the people who played the game.

Bigger spoiler for RH. But it's actually kind of an AU.

(Regardless of all of this, I know you, and RH is Kennybait, so uhhh check it out?)

[noisyghost]

woof

[lightningbig]

thinking about that fake dating post w pissa. phil makes an offhand joke about how they should fake an engagement, "get some free food and gifts, throw a big party, wouldn't that be fun?" and it's a JOKE, REALLY, IT IS, but missa jumps on it and refuses to let it go. as soon as the words are out of phils mouth missa is pressed right up against his side, "oh, mi amor, I'll get you a ring if you want one, you only had to ask" and phil is immediately red faced and spluttering, trying to take it back.

missa and chayanne planning the dining menu for their engagement party. keep asking phil his thoughts, what he'd want, and everytime he just says "mate we really don't have to do this" and missa ignores him, "oooh yes I agree, chocolate cake sounds good for dessert, write that down." lullah bullies him into helping her with flower arrangements and the whole time phil keeps trying to argue out of it but lullah is Not playing around she will not let him get out of this. you will NOT take this opportunity from her, u made ur bed philza minecraft and now u have to lie in it.

just every member of his family seeing through his bullshit and bullying him about it. every one of the islanders congratulating them whenever they see them. phils face is permanently red, blushing and flustered damn near constantly. missa is having the time of his life and being an absolute menace about it.

[narwhalandchill]

obsessed with how dan feng describes yingxing as "that exceedingly arrogant craftsman" actually like its Really giving his lizard in-love-so-deeply-it-consumes-him ass just absolutely seething about the matter on the regular energy & i love that. like how this man (now permanently rent free in his head) just woke up with all his stats coincidentally minmaxed into fucking hypnotizing dan feng specifically with his autistic rizz who never stood a fucking chance. countless lifetimes spent in solitude regal and unattached and unaffected by others and then yingxing goes oh bet? and its all over. falling head first. swept off his feet. dumbstruck. sighing like a maiden. losing sleep to longing. knees weak. absolutely owned. and he KNOWS this.

ya id call him an arrogant fuck to cope too

[defeateddetectives]

what if i was glad you were obscured from my view because even if i cant bridge the distance between us the thought that i might understand you better than i'd expected to hurts far too much to think about

vs.

what if i tried in a small secret moment while you were sleeping and couldnt see me to see the world through your eyes in hopes it could help me understand you and maybe even bridge the distance between us

[goosewizard]

chat i would like to propose in universe ctommy tattoo artist

(also on ao3)

tommy doesn't remember when he started tattooing.

he has a small stick and poke from l'manberg, something stupid he and tubbo did one night with sewing needles and ink. a lopsided 'T' still rests on his ankle, and he knows tubbo has a matching one. they're small and faded and dumb to look at but they face the other when the two stand side by side, and that's enough for them both.

(he remembers tubbo had looked at it in awe after it was done, asking if he could do a bee next, and tommy figured he may have to get more serious about blood-borne diseases)

he practices on himself, writes out POGCHAMP on his knuckles (and then thanks Prime that hand tattoos fade fast). he sports two uneven black circles above his right knee, with small blobs of green and purple in their centers. wilbur had commented on how they looked like a particularly nasty bruise, but tommy found fresh needles, gloves, and rotten flesh on his bed later, so he'd like to call it even.

(besides, he likes how it looks)

he had garnered a bit of a reputation after that, working on whoever would let him. tubbo gets his bee, a whole swarm of them really, niki gets flame dancing up her arm, fundy asks for something or other, but they could never really figure out the logistics of it. it was good for a while.

and then open wounds are too much of a risk to take.

and then they're free.

and then there's schlatt.

in the quiet of pogtopia, wilbur asks him for a flag, the flag, right over his heart. tommy scoffs but takes extra time making sure the ink he's using is just the right color. it had been some of his finest work. wilbur had loved it.

(he tries not to think about how there's a scar running through it now. he guesses some things were never meant to last after all.)

tommy would say that he doesn't do touch-ups, that all his work is perfect the first time and you can suck it.

that rule doesn't quite apply when his best friend has been burned to shit, taking tommy's craftsmanship with it. the skin is obliterated, raw and open, and the bees are gone. tommy offers to do them again, right then and there while tubbo's still hopped up on painkillers, but tubbo just shakes his head and says maybe later.

later doesn't come for a very long time.

when he comes to tommy, back still raw and bandaged, quackity asks for his wings back. he says fuck no but changes his answer to not now when quackity crumples. a few months later, when he all but sobs at his reflection, tommy pretends not to notice.

tommy doesn't tattoo dream.

(he wishes he didn't tattoo himself then, but the smile on his wrist stares up at him, taunting)

(it had been the only thing dream allowed to heal)

he's worse at it when he gets revived back. his hands shake. he's out of practice. his lines are sloppy. he puts a lily of the valley on his calf. it looks like shit.

he does it just to know he's alive sometime, tells people he's 'practicing' when he stabs lines into his skin. it doesn't hurt him, not really, it's just-

tommy doesn't really know. he's so tired nowadays.

it's tubbo that brings him out of it in the end (it's always tubbo isn't it?). he gifts tommy a machine he made himself with new needle adapters, says it should be a lot faster now and you could do the bees again, if you want, and that's it really.

they start on tubbos sleeve that night, laughing like they're 16 again and talking, really talking. it's been so long since they've been together like this. tommy tries out his new machine on rotten flesh, gets a feel for it before he works on his best friend, his brother. as they sketch the design, the sun rises and tubbo has to run home to take care of his son (when did he get a kid?), promising to be back before long.

(tommy thinks of all the promises tubbo has broken)

(he doesn't break this one)

when he comes back, tommy pours the ink with shaking hands and tells his brother you don't have to trust me again. you can live your new life and i'll make do. i never wanted to hurt you. i didn't mean it. if this sucks it's all your fault. tubbo smiles at him, easy and understanding and says yeah, alright.

i still love you enough to stay.

the lines wobble a bit and tubbo has to take deep breaths on the tender parts because he actually does have pain receptors on that side you asshole, but he smiles as he says it. he leaves with his arm wrapped and a promise to care for his new ink, and there's a weight off tommy's chest.

to his surprise, ranboo comes to see him next, hands twisting and looking like a deer set to bolt. they ask for a crown on their left wrist. small. simple. and something that would have taken 15 minutes if they would stop teleporting away every time the needle fucking touched them.

(ranboo ends up calling tubbo to keep them still. the hand-holding and flirting is gross)

(tommy's happy for them)

tommy finishes tubbo's sleeve, and ranboo honest-to-god swoons when they see it and they're all laughing their asses off and before he knows it he's meeting their kid who's so little and looks up at tommy with his big eye and touches his tattoos gently and with so much wonder that it hurts to look at and it's too much and he bolts.

the next time tommy sees the kid (michael, his name is michael), he has marker scribbles all over himself, says like you! in toddler babble, and tommy thinks he may be able to swing an apprenticeship someday.

he sees more people after that. he thinks there's less fighting now, or maybe just less fighting directed at him. he appreciates it, either way. connor gets a sonic tramp stamp, go figure. niki comes back, asks for a lemon branch, and tommy pretends he doesn't know the meaning behind it. quackity comes in, disheveled, and quietly asks for the name Charlie over his heart. tommy does it at no charge. his eternal nuisance ranboo gets alliums and tulips winding up their arms in black and white ink, their husband holding them down all the while.

no, tommy does not cry, he is a professional.

with enough time and some very generous "anonymous" donations, tommy builds a tattoo shop, a real one with clean quartz interior and shiny new chairs and work stations. he offers his tom-toos to whoever passes by, and his portfolio grows bigger by the day. the shop is safe (tubbo's fucking nukes ensure that) and on special days, michael helps him stencil his clients.

wilbur comes in once, and tommy has the strength to say no. wil doesn't come back after that.

tommy doesn't remember when he started tattooing, but now, as he looks across the SMP and sees little pieces of him across boundary and faction lines, on friends and enemies, he thinks he'd be a fool to ever stop again.

[lighthouseshepard]

regarding this styro you are so so so correct ❤️

[dnangelic]

tbh i know i bring it up in bits and pieces but whenever i think about the way daisuke tends to go mute/silent when he transforms into dark around other people (because dark's voice is, sounds different from his) + the way in dnangel the idea of voices, of communication and being able to properly translate and transmit your bodiless feelings to another person (which daisuke as the socially anxious one, the cursed child carrying so many secrets perpetually struggles with!!) + canto 25 in dante's inferno where the thieves are damned to a pit of snakes/monsters with everything and everyone in there stealing each other's bodies/forms for eternity ohhh how can i not go insane???

[essential-randomness]

TFW you realize there's a typo in the title of the post of your very important content hours after posting it

In my defense, it took me 2 and a half hours to write the copy and post it across 4 different socials (and this is in addition to the time that took me to write the blog post) so by the time I got to Tumblr I was literally dying. You have no idea how grueling every single piece of this work is going to be.

I don't really know why I'm saying this, but I guess if the spirit of 2024 is (also) to help people understand the reality of what we're fighting against, then I should let people know that every single piece of content I'm going to put out is hours and hours of work I wish I was spending on actually making the incredibly important progress that is right in front of me.

[lavenderprose]

[slaps hand on 15000 word Steddyhands fic] You can fit so much Stizzy in this baby

[parallasso]

rumi saying "we see you" to peter when finding magic in him vs peter saying "i see you" to rumi when seeing their true form

[oysters-aint-for-me]

i had a dream last night that it was my birthday and i was in disney world and i was on the phone, talking to someone named “russell” who “did not have a gender i would recognize” (not something that was said so much as understood via dream logic) and they were saying to me, “it’s your birthday, and i really wanted to get you something you’d love, something you’ve wanted your whole life,” and i was utterly enthralled, couldn’t wait to find out, so i said “what is it?” and russell said “how would you like to be—” but at that exact moment i was just stepping on to one of those boats in the jungle cruise ride and it was full of friends, and they all yelled “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” and covered up what russell said. dream-me did not want to have a big party or see a lot of people on my birthday, but didn’t want to be ungrateful to them, so while i was still on the phone w russell i reacted to my friends on the boat like “oh my gosh i can’t believe it, this is so nice! you shouldn’t have!” then i realized russell probably thought i was reacting to whatever they had said they were going to give me, so i said to my friends “just give me one second” and i got on the phone and said “sorry a bunch of people yelled and covered up the last part of what you said - ‘how would i like to be’ what?”

and russell said in this uncanny, numinous voice: “KNOWN.”

and i thought oh…i’m not sure i do want…that…

but i didn’t want to disappoint russell by making them think at first that i was really excited (due to my [also fake!] reaction to my friends on the jungle cruise boat) and then disappointing them by rejecting their gift of being “KNOWN,” so i pretended to cry and be really touched and i thanked them - but i also knew i was lying to this who claimed to “KNOW” me and i also knew that they didn’t know i was lying, and so i knew they didn’t, couldn’t actually “KNOW” me, but i had to pretend that they did anyway, because russell seemed so pleased with themself.

and then i had to figure out how to either gracefully get off the phone with someone who claimed that they “KNEW” me so i could join a party that i didn’t want on the disney world jungle cruise with friends i didn’t really know, OR how to gracefully excuse myself from this party i didn’t really want so i could keep taking to russell about how this “KNOWING” thing was gonna play out.

next thing i remember i was looking for a bathroom (i suppose i had excused myself to go to the bathroom) but all of the toilets were out of order or too big or too small or in the middle of my high school auditorium or too, like, surreal or cubist or dadaist, or otherwise haunted or emanating evil energy and bad vibes - which is a recurring dream for me - i was like “well this is miserable but at least it’s familiar” ???? like, ok, subconscious, that’s a Choice…

[theimpossiblescheme]

Say what you will about the Cyrano movie (and one day I'll be able to in a halfway articulate manner), but I am still mildly obsessed with "Every Letter", and I think about this ending couplet all the time...

Your letters are drawings on me from above I know who you are and I know you are loved

Just... the idea of Cyrano and Christian receiving a letter in return from Roxanne and feeling their breath catch both with ecstasy and with bitter regret.

I know who you are...

But she can't. But she mustn't. But it would break her heart--she would never trust them again. But it wouldn't be fair to Christian. But Cyrano could never show his face again. But they already feel themselves burn under her gaze, and to meet it honestly without the armor of a soldier, of these letters, would scorch them until nothing remains. But the only true honor is to hide, even if they know it's really the coward's way out. But the only safety (if they were being brutally honest with themselves) is to hide.

... and I know you are loved.

But God, they wish they didn't have to.

[moranjpg]

a little life, hanya yanagihara

[nejackdaw]

Nine Five people you'd like to know better

Tagged by @thana-topsy Hi lol 👋 wasn't expecting this (/lh)

[3 Ships]

1) Celann and Charlotte. (holding them in my hands) my babies. I love they

2) I'll honestly just put it out there, Chriscariot. That album rewired my brain. The absolute gay yearning. Did you guys know about the Gospel of Judas. I've been so normal on Tumblr. Not in real life. Not in the slightest. Bible fandom has some fun stuff

3) the Mo/Resa/Dustfinger/Roxanne polycule. I am correct.

[First Ship]

I actually think that's gonna have to be Zuko/Sokka. Except I was unaware of what shipping was at the time because I was young and offline. I did think they should go out tho.

[Last Song]

Funeral Derangements (Ice Nine Kills.) Honestly surprised it wasn't something off the Judas album

[Currently Reading]

Inkheart. Again. Yes I finished the series and turned right around and started it again. I did finish The man Born to be King last night tho. Haven't seen the original JCS but yeah. That Judas and 2012 Arena Tour Judas 🤝

[Last Film]

..... Highlander.... I caught a glimpse of it a while ago and there was this cunty old man. I immediately called Bread over and well. There was not as much of him in the film as we hoped. What did we watch (hello??? Plot??? Please???) That goth guy was having the time of his life tho honestly good for him. What a bizarre experience.

[Currently Craving]

The arrival of the books I ordered. I'm gonna be so real. I am so impatient for them to arrive. Even ignoring the fact that Mortimer (my darling little blue jay plush) is being shipped to God knows where (it's Rhode Island. I feel it in my bones that for some reason another package has been redirected to Rhode Island.) Other than that, uh... draw juice. Would like to draw thing

[Tags]

Gonna tag @argisthebulwark @fabeong @greeneyed-thestral @forpiratereasons and @snake-snack-stede my beloved mutuals 🌹 hi guys :)

[dracanboys]

pinned instead of a page bc its nicer :) prev @dracanboys-m

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