#kinda in a poetic sense

[rhythe]

Hexenzirkel’s students/successors:

(confirmed)

- Mona and Barbeloth

- Klee and Alice

- Albedo and Rhinedottir

- Scarlett and Ivanovna

(speculative)

- Nicole and Lisa? (who seems avoidant of the Hexenzirkel)

- Andersdotter and Razor?

- [Ragnvindr ancestor] and Diluc? (red tea set)

- [C— Alberich’s lover] and… Kaeya?

There were eight portraits around the circle, but seven seats, so perhaps someone disappeared before the tea party pact. It would explain their motives for going against Barbatos.

I think it was Kaeya’s Mondstadt ancestor because something had obviously happened to her during the cataclysm. She wasn’t cursed, but buried sometime before Chlothar Alberich could break his immortality.

And maybe the blue vase and starry flowers were in her commemoration.

[cresvalkyrie]

Ngl seeing y'all's renegade interceptor ocs kinda makes me wanna create one of my own...

[scattered-winter]

category 18 event (thinking too hard about the lions again)

[warlenys]

will i be slaughtered if i say that my favourite non hilson house ship is chase and park

[shoujoegg]

ive rlly enjoyed jesper's charisma and banter established w/ kaz in s1 it's very clear why he's #mr. brekker's-right-hand-arm-man so what happened in s2!! 😭😭😭

[kai-keda]

Love unrequited and secret tears at your heart. You want so badly to tell them that you love them, that you’ll always love them, and that they’ll always have someone in you that they can turn to when they are in danger but you worry that they won’t believe you.

You worry that they’ll hear your promises of undying loyalty and care and take it to mean that you want an exchange, a deal, that you want something from them.

But you don’t.

You don’t want anything from them.

You don’t want them to give you gifts or kisses or fulfillment.

You don’t want anything.

Actually, I lied.

You want two things.

You want them to be happy and you want them to know that you want them to be happy.

The part of unrequited secret love that is so painful is not the unrequited part. It’s okay if they don’t love you back. You will still do everything in your power to make them happy.

It’s the secret part.

The part where you worry that any conversations and plans and promises you give to them will now be mistranslated. Where instead of hearing genuine selfless love, they hear guilt on a silver platter served up to force them into things they do not want.

You worry that when you tell them “It’s okay if you do not love me because I will still love you and my love is not transactional.” they will read that as manipulation. Or worse,

They will be too good and kind to turn you down and they will suffer through cuddling and kisses and all other things expected of romance despite wanting none of it.

And as you hold them close and gently rub their back, intending to be a comfort, they are more anxious than if you had never met.

That’s what you fear.

“Love is selfless”.

I used to think that that couldn’t be true.

I am a hopeless romantic.

“He was the air I breathed.”

“I only felt alive when she was near.”

“I had no purpose or meaning before them.”

“Xe listened to me and xe was the only one to ever do it.”

I thought these things were signs of love.

I thought gifts and promises were the returning of favors and that those favors back and forth were what love was.

To me, love was no more than a series of compromises and some disappointments

How blind had I been.

Love is selfless.

Not in that you feel love when someone is selfless towards you.

But that you are in love when yourself no longer matters.

When you are not laying down your life out of obligation but rather because you know that you would suffer hours of sleepless nights worrying about the one you love.

You don’t worry about what they think of you, you worry about if they are happy.

All you want is for them to be happy.

Not because them being happy brings you joy, but because the thought of anything else brings you pain.

I am in love

For the first time in my life, I am in love and for the first time in my life

I know what that means

[ultimatelyunassuming]

Homestuck, if you ask me, is about growing up and moving on. About all the kids maturing and moving onto a world they made, about hussie as a writer aging into an older person and moving on from a project they clearly lost passion in, and about thousands of kids growing into teens and growing into adults aging as they read this relic of internet history, eventually moving onto greener pastures and other fandoms.

I don't know when I'll hang my hat, but I feel it might be soon. Probably once I'm done with my reread of homestuck. Homestuck will always hold a dear place in my heart, but I know when it's time to move on. I did learn how to do so from it, after all.

[a-tale-of-legends]

Kenji and Aiko were so annoying to Silver ( and still are lol) but Kenji especially was annoyed with how much the guy believed in Silver. It was infuriating. At least Aiko was clear with her wariness of Silver, even after he grew throughout his journey. But Kenji? He just believed in the good that Silver had, not once thinking that Silver would ever go back to his old ways, and become a worse version of himself. Silver could threaten Kenji with death and Kenji would just smile at him and go " No you won't" , and resume their usual banter as if it was nothing. It was so annoying to see the guy have so much faith in him. Whenever Silver asked Kenji why, Kenji would just shrug and say " Just a hunch," with a knowing look in his eye. Mother fucker.

[untoterxhund]

also also: loving him as a bad-thing but in the sense that this doofus isn't going to make it past his fifties due to a plethora of different factors. although the primary cause effecting this would be the gosh-darn spine poisoning him--

[scoups4lyfe]

Ghhhbgnghghhbgnfnhghfhgb

Me: Haha I should finish the ep 19 Liveblog

Also, me: *absolutely out of my fkin mind*

Hahahahahahaha.

Right, I'll try and finish it (if not later tonight) then tomorrow lmao. Once again thought I should update <33.

Mood: Idk maybe 8.5/10

Not a visual, but still a great representation of,,, uh,, absolutely me these last....two? Days?:

Once again, trying to enlighten the homies on what its like (LOL) because I think just hearing about a mood episode is kind of,,, not all that enlightening?

So here are journal entries from today and yesterday night:

(Uh, don't worry about me based on these entries,,, I wrote them while I was flipping out LOL )

Again, no need to worry y'all. I might still be tripping but it's a completely different kind of tripping than yesterday, LOL!!! (That's probably not very reassuring xD. )

👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆

This is my entry from earlier today LOL.

(This is what I meant by “still tripping”. Rn I’m a lot more coherent than I was perhaps an hour ago 🤠😛👻)

[impossible-rat-babies]

not to talk about a game being an mmo, but like. i think ppl forget 14 is an mmo and thus there is a grind

[valleyfthdolls]

Chiaki’s story is so unfair it makes me so upset I love her so much and she deserved better

[alexreadssomeshit]

The Sweet Little Pond....

The sweet little pond,

Sitting in silence around the sweet little pond that lays in the middle of the ground, watching the little tadpoles as they swim.

Makes writting surrounded by such century comfortable, the silence being peaceful

Can't stop watching the kids throwing pebbles into the water, watching the ripples it creates through the water

The black dog watching in curiosity as the ripples come to a end as he takes a swim in the water

Sitting alone while watching, wishing for you to be there, can anyone leave this feeling if it wasn't love?

My curiosity gets the best of me and yet you wore your heart on your cheek, never thought I'd say the words back to you.

Feeling drowned by the emotion, finding comfort in the smaller things in life without you.

I loved you, I truly did but something stopped me, perhaps it was never to be, yet I loved you, I loved you it hurts me.......

[suguann]

✎. he tells you they’re the problem and leaves it at that before sliding a plate of eggs and toast in front of you.

tags. fem!reader, mild dubcon, possessive and obsessive behavior, but he's also kinda sweet?? [18+ only]

You like your new roommate.

Simon’s surprisingly better to have around than the last person who lived with you—a girl you knew from college who had an affinity for stealing your clothes and conveniently never had money for rent. He’s the type to make you soup when you’re sick, acknowledge you if you’re in the same room, water your flowers while he rolls his cigarettes on the fire escape, and carry your groceries up the four flights of stairs to your floor. 

He’s attractive, too, in the not-so-conventional sense, but in a disarming way, all small smiles and knowing looks and soft hair you know he doesn’t put much effort into—that sometimes curls around his ears when he lets it get too long—yet it still manages to look better than yours on the best days. 

He never tells you what he does for work, and you’re too polite to ask. But you have a feeling he makes enough to afford a place on the less crime-infested side of town—somewhere nicer than your cramped apartment with its outdated appliances, leaky faucets, and the bright neon sign atop the building across the street that shines through your windows all times of the day—but he says he’s not ready to live alone.

Something tells you there’s more to it than him being a lonely bachelor, but again, you don’t pry.

“Does this place have wi-fi?” is all he’d said the first time you meet, in a voice so smooth and only slightly broken up by his accent, clad in a shirt that looked two sizes too small around his arms and clutching a duffle bag in one big hand. 

Your brain was this shaken-up box of words and syllables that when you answered him, it came out in a nervous stutter. “Y-yeah, I’ll, er…I’ll give it to you—the password, I mean—once you've moved in. If that’s okay.”

He’d dropped his duffle bag in front of the room that would be his. “Consider me moved in.”

The smile he gave you, crinkling eyes and chuckling lightly, only made the stutter worse. 

You let his charm roll off you; you always figured it came naturally to him, a characteristic that comes with being attractive and good.

A handful of months later—of finding a routine around each other and lazy smiles in the morning—something changes the night you go out with a guy Mary from work eagerly sets you up with. 

His name’s Robb, he’s a doctor, and you both love cats; he has a house in Spain. Did I mention he's my cousin?

(A dull no way concealed behind your teeth.

If you hadn’t said yes, you feared your entire lunch break would consist of her waxing poetic over a man you're unsure about meeting.)

For a flicker of a moment, there’s an unreadable expression on Simon’s face as he watches you touch up your makeup in the hallway mirror and slip your hand into the crook of your date’s elbow at the door. There’s a slight glint of something uncharacteristically cold behind the mask of indifference before a small smile replaces it.

“Have a nice night,” you throw over your shoulder, except you don’t notice that he never says it back.

You mope around the apartment when Robb—who surprisingly exceeded your expectations of mediocre dates, not that you ever plan on admitting that to Mary—doesn’t reach out to you for three days. Then a week. You’re at that age to understand when people get busy, and a nice night doesn’t always mean it’s mutually reciprocated. But you liked him, and it felt promising after he’d kissed you goodnight against your front door. 

It had to have been the kiss that turned him off. Maybe he realized it was too much too soon.

When Simon finds you curled up in a ball under your comforter, one thumb gently wiping away your tears, he doesn’t even bring up your date. Instead, he orders your favorite take-out and puts on a sitcom you’d mentioned to him once—somewhat surprised that he remembers—the dreamy doctor who’d ghosted you blissfully forgotten with greasy food and a warm, comforting chest to rest your head on.

Simon’s there again—sweets in hand and a soft voice to soothe you—when another date (Rin from finance on your floor) a month later is a no-show, and a few weeks after that when Rin tells you without context that he can’t see you anymore. 

The third time of let downs feels worse. It’s worse because maybe there’s something wrong with you, and when you ask Simon, he’s too nice to rub salt in your wounds. He tells you they’re the problem and leaves it at that before sliding a plate of eggs and toast in front of you.

You've been Simon's roommate for a year, and he doesn't take it well when you tell him you're looking for a new place.

It’s after he comes home from a three-month work trip. The shadow that crosses over his face should’ve been your first hint that something is wrong.

Had you noticed the signs sooner, you wonder if you’d be less like prey caught by the softness of your underbelly, kept in place by the scruff, and sharp teeth at your neck.

"Beg me. Beg me not to cum in you."

"S-Simon," you whimper wetly, "don't cum in—ah—me."

His fingers hold your chin with an unyielding grip, ensuring your gaze doesn’t stray from his in the cracked mirror. You’re embarrassed by what you see, how spread open you are to his dark, inkwell eyes hungrily watching as you twitch when his other hand slides between your thighs.

"Don’t stop begging, love,” he growls, squeezing you tighter, “or I might forget."

There’s that dark look again, the one that sends a shivery feeling up your spine, possessive almost with how he traces every inch of you as if burning the image of you into his memory, the softness washed away by something more sinister. 

A little voice in the back of your head tells you to flee, but another knows he'd find joy in catching you. 

No one would ever think your sweet, attractive roommate would be the same man staring at you now—everything you thought you knew about him stripped away to reveal a new canvas, bare for splashes of paint to fill in the cracks—teeth marks imprinted along the curve of your jaw, on the inside of your thighs.

He hides it well. His humble personality doing the trick of being the impenetrable mask for what he’s concealing underneath: a raw obsession, an addict finally getting his hands on his favorite drug, someone who can’t recognize defeat and knows how to take.

“What do they have that I don’t? Hm? Must be a desperate little thing. My pretty slut,” Simon’s voice rumbles low against your ear, shy of unhinged. “They won’t treat you as good as I do. Don’t I treat you good?”

You whimper when his grip grows tighter, but he doesn’t seem to notice—like he’s not fully here with you. No trace of the soft, gentle man who keeps the freezer full of your favorite ice cream, who runs to the store when you run out of tampons and comes back with chocolate and a new pair of fuzzy socks. A few words have turned him into someone you don’t know. Perhaps you never did.

“Answer me.”

An indiscernible  squeak is the only sound you make. 

He chuckles darkly, his head dipping down to rest his lips against the fluttering pulse in your neck, a finger slipping through the alarming amount of wetness between your thighs where his cock rends you down the middle, and begins rubbing firm, tight circles over your clit, pulling a moan from your throat. 

“It’s okay, love,” he mumbles, words barely audible above your heartbeat swimming in your ears. “I’ll be everything for you. Everything you need. I’ll show you why I’m better.”

[ryderdire]

Went back and read through some old poems I had to write for shcool as I’m the Thylacine nerd I feel like this one was very in character

Benjamin the last Thylacine.

I wonder sometimes

If you understood you where the last

As you paced around in the the loneliest cage

Stripes to the camera,

did you know this was goodbye

[mo0nagedaydr3am]

I love being human. I love going outside and breathing in the crisp air early in the morning while the sun is still rising even though i’m really tired because i couldn’t sleep that night at least i’m here and living. I love reading my books in my comfy bed with my super soft blanket and just letting myself be captivated by the story, transporting to another world. I love drinking coffee and almost always burning my tongue because im so impatient and forget to let it cool off even though it hurts at least i can feel it. I love doing activities that require lots of energy and stamina so i tire myself out until i’m breathing heavy and my legs hurt. It helps me remember what my body can do and how lucky i am do be able to do things like that. I love planning my outfits for the next day, taking forever to make up my mind, and still grateful that i have the option to make my own decisions and think so hard about something so simple. I love silly socks, mirrors and sincere people. I love cartoons, doorways, and water bottles. I love music, books, and learning random/weird facts (sloths can hold their breaths longer than dolphins can, M&M stands for Mars and Murrie aka the last names of the partners who came up with the candy) I love rugs, gummies, and sunglasses. I love things that make funny noises that tickle my brain just right. I love mellifluous voices and calming sounds. I love being able to do these things and love so many things. (“things” is a funny word. I think it might be one of my favorite) I love having favorite words. I love being human.