#just expressing my yearning

[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

Transition goals

[ruporas]

thinking about wolfwood (ID in alt text)

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield for Audible UK

[breadedsinner]

"Staying loyal to your ME LI is so difficult! I can't not flirt in ME2!"

Me, who LOVES pining:

[inventedfangirling]

thinking about pran having to deal with his "unrequited" crush on pat while pat remains an oblivious clingy puppy who continues to pull at his heartstrings who then ditches their bus stop project for the girl he thought he lost him to in school, who comes back and acts all concerned and calls his dimples cute and proceeds to confuse him more who then annoys him on the morning of the match and then annoys him even more by flirting and then actually caring in front of others and then if that wasnt enough he had to be all wounded sad puppy outside his room to end up getting invited in and then have the audacity to ask him if he were ink if he would have liked him and making him lie to his face and then sleeping right next to his bed peacefully like pran's heart wasnt unravelling blood vessel by blood vessel every minute and yet in the morning when he wakes up, he does it so quietly and softly that pat has no idea that he has to wake up until he smells the breakfast (that pran had made for him and its) scent wafting into the room and now im sad.

[petulant-plants]

I think there are too many lines to draw between Anastasia the musical and Dark Rise and Dark Heir.

[dragonncat]

Bro. I Cannot Bear The Weight Of This Fucking Existence Bro. Will You Hold Me. Will You Hold Me And Make It All Okay Bro. I Know That I Will Survive This But I Need Someone To Hold Me Tenderly And Tell Me That It Will All Be Okay. And Touch My Hair And Kiss My Forehead. Bro I Don't Have Anyone Else. Will You Do This For Me. I Can't Carry This Burden That Is Life All On My Own Bro. Will You Carry It With Me Bro. please.

[elvisqueso]

I am on some bullshit right now, bruh

[recitedemise]

𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄. Still, it doesn't mean he hasn't a lovely view on it. Romance, courtship, and all the doting involved has been a long, devoted, and complicated chapter—chapter, I say very pointedly; the experience is singular. Gale, a prodigy, had won Mystra's interest when he was still a boy, and when she came before him with her showering praise, the very impressionable Dekarios was eager to please. He'd always high standards, of course, insurmountable dreams even then in his first-year lessons, but to impress the goddess of all things magic? There in his youth, the delight was worth more than kingdoms of gold. As he got older, that fixation deepened when Mystra took even further interest in him, and soon enough, once she deemed him ready, she made him her Chosen—and vapidly, of course, her mortal lover. The rest, you know. Gale, enchanted by Mystra longer than he knows, has no personal experience with genuine romance. None. He's attended family weddings, grows warm when he hears sweet ballads and lovestruck poems, but tales of butterflied-bellies and finding courage for dates? Those aren't his stories. His goddess took all that. She was his first in everything, a 'romantic' tale more a thesis on devotion and too-skewed power, and all things Gale does, he does because he doesn't, hasn't gotten. In other words, the romance he offers is the very romance he craves. Achingly long stares and lingering kisses, unyielding fondness and the whole of his heart—he gave that to Mystra. He'd give that to you. And long robbed of it all, he can only care dare to want it in turn.

[10underoot2]

Baby 1031

This is one thing I did not get closure on.

I'm not really sure I categorise this as them talking about the baby in episode 16. For me it was more of them talking about the divorce and the reason their marriage fell apart. Yes baby 1031 and their subsequent actions were the cause of it but I think this was just part of what I needed addressed. They talked about the consequences of the miscarriage they still haven't addressed the why. Something like we were both hurting, we coped differently, we should've been by each other's side. An understanding of the hurt is something I was looking for.. something like we could've gotten over it and come out stronger. I also have an issue calling it a 'trivial matter'. In the grand scheme of things sure I get why it was used (they were referring to the consequences that were all trivial) but I'm still a little hurt calling it that considering they both don't have closure. The pain was real and it should've been addressed way earlier. This was too little too late.

Also Hain's words mean nothing to me at this point because even if she remembers that one memory and the pain of that moment in their life. She can only guess what happened. So Hyunwoo's words/resolve meant more to me. What I'm trying to say is this should've been addressed earlier. God could they have please kept Haein's character development rather than offering it up to Amnesia? Because god knows she needed it as bad as Hyunwoo. Hyunwoo's development was supposed to be him remembering to love Haein again. Hae-in's was supposed to be to learn to be more expressive. And collectively they were supposed to learn to be more communicative. Writing this out makes me realize I spent 16 episodes and did not gain much.

Hyunwoo's evolved. Haeina's changed. And who/what they are collectively is happy. I don't know how but that's all I know. That potential growth got thrown out the window real bad.

[jokerownsmysoul]

[nerosdayinanime]

crippling need to draw this image i have of sabigiyuu pressed back to front, giyuu holding onto the arm thats hand is splayed over his stomach/ribs, easily leaning his head back onto sabito's shoulder, his soft barely-there hold on giyuu's neck with their cheeks gently pressed together

[thorntopieces]

man

[dandyshucks]

[has 5+ WIPs already] damn i kind of want to create something Big and Good.... i need to make art.... new project.....

[mrs-han]

You leaned over, your fingers curling delicately over the handle of a boho-styled mug.

Ankles crossed, legs shaven, dressed in your comfiest pajamas… and you were all by yourself. The idea would have baffled you years ago. You were used to the occasional text and friendly invite from the people you loved and trusted.

It was to these people you promised your heart, your loyalty, your time… you. All of you, in your destructive vulnerabilities and Herculean strengths.

You knew you were a work in progress. A snort escaped your lips; you still were. Every offense, you owned. Every slip of the tongue, you showed remorse. And you always worked to be better than you were the day before.

That didn’t mean it always worked out.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to remember those who needed to enter your world — to shake it to its core, to destroy presumptions of requited love and heartfelt care.

You needed them. You needed the lessons they had in store for you.

Your mistake was leaving the door unlocked. Your mistake was making them feel welcome while the damage they had done felt like an ever-growing abyss, begging you to assess the damage and fix it.

But as your heart continued to shift, you began to understand that you deserved your attention more than anyone else. And you decided to make some changes.

Throwing out some and realizing others had long walked away, you set up a long overdue construction zone. With the help of soft and encouraging voices, you built and rebuilt - painted and tore down — sobbed and sobbed some more.

Your husband’s lips kissed the softness of your cheek, waking you from your reverie. His eyes - eyes that had haunted and guided you all this time - flashed with concern. “Where are you?”

There he was; the crux of your problems and solutions. The man who silently addressed the behaviors you excused and attitudes you accepted. The man you pretended to be to appease whoever you could, even if it meant losing yourself.

“I’m in my construction zone,” you spoke, your voice dancing with the autumn winds. “Doing some more repairs.”

Taking your hands into his own, rubbing the chill that had so gracefully kissed your knuckles, Jumin tilted his head. “Tell me how I can help.”

Bowing your head, you kissed his hands. “Stay there… as you are. Support me as I continue finding myself.”

“Always.” Large hands held your face; soft fingers slid over the shape of your ears. “And even if you decide that I, too, need to leave… promise me that you will tell me, that I may leave a lasting and loving imprint on you. One last time.”

The very thought sent an uncomfortable pang of pain and panic within you. You wanted to grab his face, pull him down, kiss him all over and tell him that could never happen; you would never ask him to leave.

But all you could do was exhale a shuddering breath and speak so quietly that only God could hear you. “I promise.”

[vuetyris]

Crumbled up note with 'wlw and mlm dumbass solidarity'

Long standing Warframe OCs given actual (personal) canonical depiction - due to Duviri/New War giving a lot more leeway to preserve previous fan concepts intact and can play with canon easier. c: With 'Operator' as in-game storyline, and 'Tenno' as an alternate timeline where-in the results after the Zariman's return came out differently. Orb pondering rambling below -

Above is three depictions of Paeva 'Corvin' and Diviyoni-Jacob Warren; as operator, as drifter, as Tenno; with Warren's each having different 'called' names to better distinguish between them. Operator Warren is Jacob, Drifter Warren is Arali, Tenno Warren is Diviyoni. All are vertexes of Warren, but each having their own 'piece' in the story. They all were the son of a public figure and a military pilot, raised solely by their father, and stood alone on the Zariman and faced TMITW. Futures frayed, Arali cast to the drifts holds the remnant of the suffocated possibilities, and makes the link between Jacob and Diviyoni.

A lone fray links (operator) Paeva's involvement decided fate - and Diviyoni is what becomes if Warren hadn't been taken under Margulis' wing. Of many on the Zariman, few survived for it to break through, and fewer to be directly protected by Margulis as the Old War raged on. As Jacob learned by careful tending nurture; Diviyoni learned by brute force and unabated trauma.

Too long to pin in the details, the later was already subject of a nearly 183k word fanfiction series [ found here as Warren: Sprout ]. To draw it short, Diviyoni would only later be taken into the fold of the Lotus' system wide network in his late teens - where (tenno) Paeva would be his direct contact to learn the ropes. In this time he better tended to his psychological and emotional issues, and persuaded his interests in warframe morphology and finding ways to help severely wounded ones recover (especially those not tied to a survivor of the zariman).

The most prominent ones were; Kiln - a towering Oberon that waited beside their deceased operator in a severely damaged Orbiter with their companion warframes too far gone to save. Arkis - a less-than friendly asocial Nova he rescued from a corpus stronghold after an argument with his father-figure; and Malaphin.

Most of following also found on [ Diviyoni's Toyhou.se page ]

(Tenno) Paeva was strict under the Lotus purview, she was a loner through-and-through but was asked to mentor Diviyoni on procedures as they were still recovering from Lua being pulled from the Void. And thus Diviyoni hid a second vessel from her to help foster a home for warframes to retire from the constant wars. He held up taking missions between working on it, but as he took preoccupation to ease Malaphin from the ties of corrupted arboriforms, it became more noticeable he was abandoning his post.

They fought. Tempers, philosophy, morals, and fists until Paeva's chosen frame stepped in - Varik, a beefy Nova she had a close bond with. As being Unairu, tempered to endure and keep standing, Diviyoni won out. Even if it was an underhanded tactic to override Paeva's somatic signal, it was to protect those he cared about.

Paeva left, tail between her legs, and chose to vanish. And re-evaluate her choices.

Between then and the Heart of Deimos, Warren would hone his abilities to repair Malaphin whom he became close to. To where the 'second vessel' outgrew him, and he would set out with Malaphin to take odd jobs in the same venue his father figure (T'viska) would.

[ Following goes over the events in 'Within the heart of Deimos, and soul of the void' fanfic on Ao3]

At Deimos, he would face the prospect of his history as being the son of a public figure of the dead Orokin empire. To confront the phantom that hung at the edges of his vision since he was swallowed by the void a second time by the explosion of a liset. Arali, the haunting in his vision, held all the pain he swallowed down through his torment through the Old War, were a fraction of him torn by the void. He stood before his reflection in the void, held out his hands, and embraced the pain that stood before him.

And after, he would settle into the arms of his companion, his partner, his lover, Malaphin once more.

Arali would give him his arm in trade to help their younger self, reluctant, but settled as it means Jacob would be spared of further childhood trauma as they had not a father figure in a loki - paternal love not tied to enduring the trauma of repetitive deaths as warframes - but in a mother figure in the echo of Margulis, in the Lotus whom cared for every single one who survived the Zariman.