#out of context hahaha

[syslut]

wait, hold on

[thimblings]

c'mon ashley it's not even grammatically correct (planning a fic mentally and working out dialogue for a scene and then suddenly Viago says "y'all's" because i'm southern and despite my best efforts some phrases are ingrained in me and honestly i would like to personally apologize to him for it)

[aimseytv]

i will always speak up about things that upset or offend me if i have to, and waking up to people discoursing my gender or my “proper identify” isn’t a fun thing - i’ve said so many times i’m just me, which means i’m okay being called a guy and a man considering i call myself those terms all the time anyway. be kind gamers okay?

[cut-aare]

Mdzs rant:

Like bro. I've seen the animated series but OMFG I had no fucking idea how DEEP this book was. Wwx was and is still my favourite character because of how much I resonate w him,,, but learning sm about how his death was GRUESOME that mxtx herself couldn't write it??? OMFG... That changed how I view him (I have sm respect for him)

And secondly, Jiang Cheng managed to rip my heart into shreds?! He's such A WELL WRITTEN CHARACTER LIKE WHATTTT (I didn't expect to LOVE HIM) HIS DEVELOPMENT JSJDHHDHDHDHDH his relationship with pre and post wwx ughhhh i love how practically it was written to be. And him managing to carry the burden of rebuilding an entirely destroyed sect by himself? Damn. His impulsiveness (which i EXTREMELY RESONATE WITH) which resulted him in his golden core getting removed? (EDIT : I just realised that he may have saved wwx from the wens by doing that😭😭) Top notch element in the authors writing. Shoving his own grief down to raise his dead A-jie and Jin Zixuan's child Jin Ling? I can never bro. I have SO MUCH RESPECT FOR THIS MAN I LOVE HIM

Brothers I'm so fucking deep that I've almost cried when I realised how gruesome and bad every betrayal and killing were (esp wwxs death, jc's realisation about his golden core, xichen feeling betrayed, jin ling trying to keep it together, sizhui not remembering his past, lan zhan keeping it together and trying to move on...). I live for how mxtx wrote every character. I want to write stories like these omfgggg

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmm musical cultivator shen yuan again. Feng Xuanlu, the Wind Song. He has this well-loved wooden pipe he inherited from is adoptive father that he uses on occasion. When the traveling day gets slow and he doesn't feel like singing, when he's stressed, when night falls and he's sitting around a fire with his troupe and they've all had a little bit to drink.

His hair is long and black, always tied up into a ponytail or a braid of some sort. When he's in camp he loosens it up until its splayed messily over his shoulder. He has crows feet around his eyes that scrunch up when he smiles. His eyes are bamboo green and his hands are rough and callused from years of plucking strings and work. He has scars on his back that he won't explain the origins of.

His voice is low and warm like a fire, it gets raspy in the mornings or when he's been humming or singing for too long. He speaks like there's sunshine dripping off his tongue. He speaks soft, he speaks and his voice takes up the entire room. He's spent over a decade hearing his praises getting sung and he still gets shy over it sometimes.

Whenever he goes into town he has to have at least three other musicians with him at all times -- not his decision of course, but the unanimous choice of his companions. Shen Yuan gathers admirers everywhere he goes, and his companions have long since learned that their dear friend and leader is completely unaware of it. So they have to beat off these suitors with sticks.

[aldisobey]

🕳️ WIP Wednesday (on Thurs) 🕳️

edit: full release on AO3

Tagged by @heylittleriotact

WELL this one was supposed to be released by now but I have had the absolute delight of needing to write confronting truths to the worst sorts of people. Menace is a way of life. I bring you this. I don’t know what to title it. Weeping Lizards? Sodden Hole? Muddy Salt? Help. I blame @emmg for its creation this is your fault. We’re in Hossberg and Emmrich is crying over a muddy hole that reminds him of Worne (Rook).

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“Now, please, I have to see to Emmrich, shoo. Everyone’s off.” Rook motioned it with a flick of his hands this time; well aware he might have better luck physically urging the ground below to trot on before budging the Qunari. Thankfully Taash needed no further encouragement and long strides were soon taking them past Emmrich. They paused at a shout from behind.

Rook, calling like a concerned parent, “And get something nice for Lace first!” Taash waved back, looked over their shoulder, regretted that once the Warden started mouthing further instructions, what was he saying? “Floooowers.” And he was pointing at himself, and at Emmrich and. Taash rolled their eyes. Took a moment to turn and mouth back an exaggerated but silent, “Nooooo.”

Rook flipped them off, they sent two back. Rook’s eyes went wide, and he pointed a stiff finger at them. Taash groaned and rolled their head full round. Mouthed a “Fiiiiine.” And finally disappeared down the path back to Lavendell.

The Warden quickened his step. Emmrich hadn’t moved in the time it took to send Taash away for errands. The mage remained locked in place, red and wet faced, staring long at a muddy hole.

Rook didn’t question it, did his best to not startle him, that hazel gaze was far, far away. “Emmrich.”The hushed tone was followed by a soft touch. Fingers entered at waist, trailed up the spine until they went up to hold that opposite shoulder steady, gave a firm grip, a gentle pull towards the rogue. The necromancer was trembling, Rook eased into a shape that fit close, that first touch a needle of first stitch, and like thread he pulled them flush together.

Emmrich didn’t startle, seemed to expect him, subtle movements meeting Rook as he settled into the Warden’s hands finding their way to their places. Still, he kept a bit tense, hands tight together in front. White knuckled as he spoke sniffing,

“Rook. Darling, it’s…look, I…” and then Emmrich laughed, piercingly loud, a wincing crack that made Rook flinch to a confused smile. But the noise was manic prelude, and it was swallowed in the sob that drove it free. The mage’s eyes welled, wet trails provided easy paths for fresh tears as flood resumed. He turned his head down and into Rook, lips quivering to recall words. Shine on his face wrenching the rogue’s gut, Rook listened, attentive as possible, but the necromancer’s trembling smile stretched the sounds.

Emmrich’s hands unclenched from each other and dove round Rook in a desperate clinging embrace. The Warden answered with whispered soft ‘shhhh’s’ and diligently caressed the tall man’s back. They held there for long moments, Rook bearing their weight as the quivering necromancer eased into fewer wails and more whimpers.

Blubbering, mumbling, further shuddering chuckles, but eventually, helped by Rook’s firm embrace, calming touch, and steady pace of lungs, the breaths came even enough for thoughts. Emmrich squeaked out, “...it reminded me of you.”

He gestured towards the filthy hole. And then a lizard popped its head out. Mud obscured its sight, some kind of weed stuck to its chin, and its big dumb face was wide, letting nary a thought bother its whim. Emmrich snorted. Then started weeping again.

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tagging: @caffeinatedmunchkin @thepalehorsevictoria @ollypopwrites (look I know you’ve likely been tagged but this is me saying tag me on all your writing updates because imma miss it if you don’t I’m staying away from this place as much as possible to write. Sincerely haha I’ll catch up on commenting when I caaaaan because holy shit all the writing is so good. I’m forgetting people TAG ME I need to post or imma edit the whole thing again.)

[thedumb1]

[fruitybashir]

ch9 spoilers without context 👅✌🏼

(except now you have the context)

[wanderingblindly]

is there a secret to the number countdown? I didn’t get it 😔

(October birds)

Hi Angel! Tucking the answer under the cut in case people don’t want spoilers :)

Pls note that it should be abundantly clear by the next chapter, so feel free to disregard if it didn’t make sense yet but you want to wait it out!!

The countdown shows how many days until lando has to leave — meaning the final scene happens the night before his flight.

This conversation is about them not wanting to go to bed — because then that means it’s really truly over.

It was kind of meant to show this…. Subtle sense of foreboding, the idea that the end was looming over them the entire time.

[shuuhui]

i have some thoughts on this....

[forgetmenotsassenach17]

writing game: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

thank you @flyinghome-againstthewind the tag!

He let her kiss him to her heart’s content because it was what his heart wanted too.

I don't have 17 people to tag but tagging @frasers-of-my-heart @theawkwardterrier @lara-frasers only if they want to share anything. :)

[mokagachas]

As someone who knows nothing about Oberon but loves your art: where do I start if I want to understand your love for the man?

oh man. oh jeez ( wheezing ) haha okay. uhm. erhm. i didnt expect to get this far uhm ( shaking )

so here's the problem: oberon is from lostbelt 6, a chapter in hit gacha game fate/grand order. you can play f/go if you want and chug along to lb6 - which is unfortunately a chapter 6~ years into the game's main story. but i cannot with any sort of conscious recommend a gacha game to people.

so playing the game is one option. option two is checking out atlas academy database, a website that has all of fgo's stories and such conveniently catalogued! click 'main story' on the top of the page and it'll give you just, well, the main story.

if you want to watch the stories themselves - which at least for lostbelt 6 i highly recommend because the OST is amazing - there's also this commentary free LP on youtube that i've linked to people!

that being said that is still a lot of words to get to lostbelt 6, so- if you don't want to read everything pre-lostbelt 6, i recommend going to the typemoon wiki and reading the summary on each story pre lostbelt 6 ( so, up to lostbelt 5.5 ). just click on the link in each chart and you can find a detailed beat-by-beat summary of each chapter.

i've been told that, in all honesty, that lostbelt 6 is still enjoyable and easy to understand without full context for the outside story beats. it certainly reads like a fairly self-contained story outside a few things needed to understand why some characters are here in the first place, so i've been considering writing up a summary on just those key points / the premise to the lostbelts so that people can read that and then jump right into lostbelt 6 and love oberon...

hopefully this was helpful in any sense of the word heehe ... if you need clarification with anything feel free to send another ask !!!

lets all love oberon!!! lets all think about oberon!!!!!!

[age-of-moonknight]

“Incarnate,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #7.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[yujeong]

Fic snippet #1: VegasPete

Pete squirming below him almost satisfies him, almost makes that suffocating feeling in his chest disappear. He's pleading for Vegas to stop, he shouts that he can't breathe, he apologizes. Everything falls on deaf ears; Vegas doesn't give a shit, he's killed men for nothing before, what makes Pete any different? All of that is true until- "Dad…please stop…" Vegas lets go of his neck like he got struck by lightning and almost falls off the bed.

[kathrynmjaneway]

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[sysig]

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