#that is not how God works. dont tell me this is conviction.

[songbird-art]

Actually let me be more honest for anyone who might feel similar.

I'm unfollowing a large amount of people because I've found myself obsessing over some things lately. This is not a reflection of anyone but me.

If you find I've unfollowed you, it is NOT an indicator of a fissure in our friendship. Please message me whenever you want! Send me memes! I'll respond!

But, I have OCD, and one of my areas is called "scrupulosity", or "religious OCD".

My church is going through a rough time rn, our pastor was forced to step down a few months ago, and my small group is on break until the baby is born. What this means is that I'm limited on my in-person fellowship options. Having scrupulosity, and now NOT having that in-person anchor I can touch and feel and reassure what is based in reality, is causing what used to be a fine relationship with media to spiral.

What I mean is this:

Normally, someone I respect makes a post about hymns in church. It's different than what I believe, but it is a very minor part of my week and I simply go "oh, interesting!" And move on, because I have interactions with other in-person Christians that anchor me. It's a passing thought.

Without an anchor:

I see a post about hymns in church. It's different than what I believe, and now with no anchor to bounce off and speak to, I start to obsess. I literally see this post in my minds eye no matter what music I listen to, even hymns, because I'm suddenly being convinced that listening to anything else is a mortal sin. With no one to sit with and redirect my spiral, I start to have distressing intrusive thoughts that people are dying because of this. The very knowledge that I'm having an obsession and therefore spawning a "ritual" is so distressing to me that it becomes all I can think about, because even HAVING scrupulosity becomes a sin in my mind. I spiral over a single post until it's all that I can think about or act upon, even unto harming myself to "right" it.

Now, that sounds dramatic I know. Things haven't gotten to the point of harm in over 5 years, BUT, I'm starting to see obsessions form. These are NOT convictions. They're not the same. They are not healthy discussion on theological topics, which I can and do have. This happens because I see a post, which my mental illness does not interpret as conversations, but rather a one-way comment on myself. This is an issue. I know it's an issue. I'm correcting it by preventing myself from seeing possibly disruptive topics until I have my anchor back.

Please reach out. I still love you. This is a me issue.

[arminsumi]

"what if nanami saw you like this?"

💗 hubby!GOJO さとる

note : feral trashy smut 🫡

summary : just a thought abt hubby gojo punishing u for flirting with his coworker nanami at a work party...! :(

warnings : 🔞 minors dni/dnr, smut, toys, fingering, spanking, pussy slapping, dirty talk abt cheating on him w nanami, talk abt threesome w nanami, namecalling (sl*t), kinda mean/cold n condescending hehe, some roughness, dirty talk, edging, not proofread expect lotsa errors oopsie!!, not rlly plot just horny

juuust envision this 😩 it's been a long night out, you attended a party with your husband and his work team... and then he suddenly glareddddd when u giggled a little too hard at nanami's uncharacteristically dirty joke.

so ur husband snaked a possessive hand round ur waist and rasped annoyedly, "i think we'll be heading home early."

and the poor man... he drove home with gritted teeth and a boner poking in his pants.

gojo pushed you into the penthouse with a roughness that made you giggle like a brat... and you kept giggling until he pinned into the bed and kissed u roughly... n that's how u know he meant business. he was pissed off abt smth. u had no idea what!! :( and he just said "panties off, bend over my lap. now. i won't repeat myself."

anddd jumpcut to satoru spanking u while u have a vibrator stuffed so deep inside ur sloppy cunt....

his hands are big, leaving stinging slap after slap, each one harder and meaner and done with more conviction than the last. he makes ur body jolt forward a little. he's admiring the sight of your pussy clenching around the pink toy, relishing in the sound of it buzzing in your leaky hole.

he's refused you his dick for a whole hour now, just occasionally toying the vibrator into your tight squishy pussy and playing with the settings. he's such a child when it comes to using toys on you, he laughs at how weak you become just from some buzzing silicone.

He grabs its handle and grinds it in deeper, cooing into your ear about how you dont deserve to cum because youve been a bad girl, and then getting you close to orgasm just to rip the toy out of your pulsing cunt and plant a harsh slap to your stinging ass.

"nah-uh, no cumming. you hold it in." he seethes. he's not playful or sweet or kind when he's determined to punish his pretty little wife.

and his idea of punishment alwayssss involves edging you until youre nearly crying, sobbing from pleasure. if you try help yourself reach climax with your own hands? oh he'll smack them away and chew you out about it. that's his pussy, he likes to remind you, not yours.

"i told you not to go around flirting with nanami, didn't i? yeah, i did warn you, hm?"

"i wasn't flirtinggg" you whine, "i swear!"

"aw... seems like the only thing telling me the truth is your pussy. i'm sure it's just dying to get stuffed up with nanami's dick, right? you want him to pound you into the bed 'till you break? mmm... but he's a bigggg boy... d'you really think you could take it... hm? you'd probably cry. aw, yeah... i know... you'd just love to fuck around with him, wouldn't you? yeah, you'd just fucking love that, you god damn slut. you'd want us to share your body..."

he's so cold and condescending. and he knows it makes your clit buzz. satoru's not entirely opposed to a threesome with his coworker, actually, he gets off to the idea of you struggling to take his cock.

"this is where you're sensitive, right?" he sharply taps his palm against your pussy, making sure your tiny clit felt the collision. he bullies your pussy with his big hand, sinking his fingers in and out as he pleases, slapping your ass and cupping your gushing pussy.

"such a sloppy fucking mess... all from a little spanking 'n sweet talk? my my... what if nanami saw you like this..." he's knuckle deep, pressing his fingertips into your sweet spot and slowly massaging it.

"... i think he'd help me plug up those holes... give you a good, thorough punishment... hm~?"

he feels you start to shake, and that's when he fucks his fingers hard into your hole. you're split open, feeling his palm flattening against and squishing your pussy, squishing your little clit, making it buzz with subtle friction as he pumps his fingers inside.

"listen to that..." he rasps, pumping his fingers into your hole faster just to embarrass you with the loud, nasty squelching sound. "fuckkkk.... listen... listen to how nasty your pussy sounds for your husband..."

[sturniozo]

Savage Love part Nine

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

Masterlist

Kyler looks up at me in disbelief. He leans back in his chair. “You what?” He asks with a laugh.

“I want to quit the piece.” I repeat.

“The Matt Sturniolo piece? The piece that would be our biggest set as a paper, you’re quitting it?”

“Yes.” My heart begins to race as Kyler realizes I’m not joking and his face begins to become angrier.

“You’ve put out the least amount of articles out of everyone in this paper, you’re pieces are shit that no one wants to read, and the one good thing you could bring to this paper you’re quitting?”

I begin to feel smaller and I nod slowly, a lump forming in my throat preventing me from speaking.

“Get out. I’ll give the piece to someone else, you’re done. You contribute nothing to this paper. You’re fired.”

I flinch at his words. I didn’t think I’d get fired for this. “Fired?” I ask again.

“Without that Sturniolo piece you contribute nothing of interest to the paper! Either do the piece or pack your things.” Kyler stares at me waiting for my answer.

“I’m not finding anything on Matt because there’s nothing that needs to be found.” I say calmly. “My desk will be cleared within an hour.”

I turnaround and take a deep breath, holding back tears. I loved this job. I loved working as a journalist alongside my best friend. I loved working so close to home.

I get to my desk and start gathering all my things. Emma looks at me confused.

“What are you doing?” She asks as she gets up from her seat.

“I didn’t want to do the Sturniolo piece. Kyler fired me.” I say trying to stay calm as I pack up my things.

“Why don’t you want the piece, it’s amazing, it’s a game changer, a life changer. You have the chance to see the life of a Mafia boss and tell the story to hundreds of people. Why don’t you want that?” She asks.

I just stare at her for a moment and the realization dawns on her.

“Oh. Oh. Oh my god. No, tell me you’re not-“

“He’s not as bad as everyone made him out to be. I’ve never seen him do or imply anything about actually being in the Mafia, as far as I know he’s the head of some company that transports goods and-“

“Listen to yourself! He’s definitely the head of the mafia, y/n! Head of a company? Transports goods? He’s a drug trafficker and a suspect in at least a dozen murders-“

“He isn’t a suspect-“

“Because he has dirt on everyone! No one will prosecute against him because they’re scared of him.”

“Or because he didn’t do it!”

“Y/n listen to yourself!”

“You don’t know him, Emma!” I snap at her. “He’s not the kind of guy who could do those things. He’s kind and gentle and he’s never hurt me or anyone that-“

“Don’t you dare say what I think you’re going to say!”

“Emma he’s not a bad person.”

“What about all the things you had told me about? How he took you to his house because he thinks someone could be watching you? That someone might hurt you to get to him?”

“I’m sure it’s more business than physically hurting me-“

“Y/n! What is going on with you? You told me everything-“

“But you don’t know the context to it, I don’t even know the context to most of the conversations I heard.”

“Y/n, listen to me! That man has been a suspect in over a dozen murders, he’s a suspect in a drug trafficking ring, as well as illegal cargo from other countries.”

“How do you know he’s an actual suspect?” I ask her.

“I sleep with the chief of police regularly, and he’s got lots of shit against Matt Sturniolo, but that man has the police I er his thumb, I’m telling you. That’s why they can’t convict.”

“Emma-“

“Y/n, you can’t believe the shit you’re saying.”

I look down and sigh. “I know.” I say softly.

“Y/n, dont tell me you actually…”

“It’s not like that, I swear, I just… I don’t want to write something against him. He keeps his occupation secret for a reason.”

“You really care about him?” Emma asks and I just nod. “You know, we should have guessed you’d not be able to do this without catching feeling for him. Hooking up just isn’t who you are.”

I laugh softly. “I know. Can you help me get my shit out of here before Kyler freaks out about me still being here?”

“Yeah, I’ll help you.”

Emma helps me pack my things into a few boxes.

“Want help bringing them to your car?” She asks.

“Shit, no, I didn’t drive here.”

“What?”

“Matt drove me, fuck I forgot…”

“I’d drive you home but if Kyler saw me gone-“

“No, I know, I’ll just… I’ll figure something out.”

I sit in my chair and rub my head. As close as I live to work, I don’t feel like I could carry three boxes all the way home or make multiple trips before the paper closes for the night.

“I’ll just call Matt.” I mumble.

“Matt?!” Emma’s head shoots up in surprise.

“Yeah he’ll come get me.” I press call on Matt’s contact and put the phone to my ear.

Matt almost immediately picks up. “Hey, baby, is something wrong?” He asks. “I just dropped you off a few hours ago, I thought you worked until 5?”

“Matt… can you come get me?” I ask.

“I’m kinda busy right now babydoll, but I’ll send a driver to you. What’s this about, what happened?”

“I’ll explain it all when I see you.”

“Was it bad? What happened baby?”

“I’ll explain it later, Matt.”

“Okay, well I’m sending a driver to take you back to my place.”

“But I need to stop at my apartment.”

“I can’t have you there, my guy hasn’t done a full sweep to see if someone’s watching you or not.”

“How come I can go to work but I can’t go home? If they watched me at all they’d know where I work.”

“I keep a guy staked out at your paper too, dollface, just in case.”

I pause for a moment. “What.”

“It’s just a precaution.”

“Matt-“

“The driver will be there in a few minutes, hold tight, dollface.”

“Matt-“

Matt hangs up and I’m left staring at my phone.

“What was all that about?” Emma asks and I sigh.

“He’s just… worried about me and he’s protective.” I say and stand up, grabbing my boxes of belongings. “I’ll talk to you later, Emma.” I say as I carry the boxes to the elevator.

I go to the lobby and wait by the door. Soon enough a black car much like Matt’s pulls up. The driver steps out and I immediately know it’s someone that works for Matt, as the guy is in a full black suit with sunglasses and an earpiece like a spy of some sort. He walks over to me and takes the boxes from me. He open the truck of the car and sets the boxes inside and I get into the car.

The ride to Matt’s place is silent. The only sound is the sound of the car driving and the low music playing from the speakers in the car. I stare out the window not saying a word the whole time. Partly because I’m unsure what to say, and partly because there’s nothing to say.

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[averagemrfox]

2 for the ask game for each member of team RWBY!!!!!

Alright I’m home from work and have had time to think

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

First of all this goes for every single one of them and my individual answers might overlap with this we’ll see. I love how much they’ve all grown and persevered! They’ve been through so fucking much both together as a team and separately and have come out on the other side of it. They were kids!! They made bunk beds and had food fights and were starting to figure out the types of people they wanted to be and then got thrust into Remnant’s Worst Divorce™️ and throughout all of it have only grown closer as a team (not friends family!!) and still have hope that they can make the world a better place (Keep moving forward!!!) (They all need therapy tho fr)

Ruby: she’s perfect just the way she is!! This is supposed to be about the canon things I love about these character but god do I want Ruby to see herself as an individual separate from Summer. I think she’s getting there after her talk with the blacksmith. She’s just so accepting of people without hesitation. Penny is a robot? Don’t care new best friend. Little is a talking mouse? Don’t care new best friend pt 2. I’m sure there’s other examples but she’s always so ready to just let people be who they are and I wish she’d give herself that same grace

She’s also just a giant fucking nerd. About weapons about comics about video games

Weiss: 🗣️🗣️I DONT KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE BUT LET ME TELL YOU WHO I AM. I AM THE GRANDDAUGHTER OF A HERO AND THE CHILD OF A VILLAIN. I AM A CITIZEN OF A FALLEN KINGDOM AND AN HEIR TO NOTHING. I WILL NOT BE DEFINED BY MY NAME BECAUSE I WILL BE THE ONE TO DEFINE IT. I AM WEISS SCHNEE AND I AM A HUNTRESS🗣️🗣️

Also I love that she’s canonically a fairly well known (at least in atlas) singer. Now I’m not sure she’d do that by choice based on what we saw in v4 but it’s super cool that that This Life is Mine is canon to remnant because of that. Also Jacques made her sing and she was like alright bet and then roasted him in song on stage in front of all those people and we don’t talk about that enough I think

Blake: I say that’s my baby and I’m really proud

Blake tells Sun she joined the white fang 5 years ago in v2. She was TWELVE she was a BABY!! If I had to give Blake a word the way she gives others a word it would be conviction. She never gives up on what she believes in. And she does her best to support others in doing the same, in v7 she tried to encourage ironwood and in v9 she tried to encourage Ruby poor girl got shut down both times but she tried!!

I also love how Blake is canonically a good artist and would like to see more of that. crwby show us a drawing Blake made of Yang

These:

Yang: this girl can fit so much love in her god. She goes to any and every length to protect the people she loves even if it’s to her own detriment (which someone really needs to have a conversation with her about) the Yellow Trailer tells us straight away that there’s more to her than meets the eye and yet there are people who fell into that trap anyway and criticize her character for “not being fun anymore” as if that isn’t the point!!

She’s so confident and cocky until a pretty girl Blake flirts with her I love the disaster lesbian representation.

She punched god in the tiddies!!! And she’d do it again I bet! Maybe we’ll see her punch one or both of the Brothers next I’d like that

This:

[badgirl411]

A Work Of Art PART 4: (Modern!Nikolai Lantsov x Reader AU) FANFIC

Pairings: Nikolai Lantsov x Readner, Sturmhond x Reader 

Summary: In the aftermath of (Y/N)’s shocking discovery in her apartment she enlists the help of her closest friend and they try to formulate a plan. Meanwhile the infamous Sturmhond rears his head again this time in another surprising way.

Warnings: strong language, hangover, mentions of death, crime, aiding and abetting, violence, perceived stalking.

Authors Note: Helllo all apologies for the delay in this chapter its been a week of it I will tell you. Recently had some bad news so its been a week of trying to process this and working. Anyway hope you enjoy this chapter its not my greatest work but I wanted to give you all at least something. As always lots of love. 

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THE FOLD WAS PLACED ON THE ARMCHAIR IN YOUR HOUSE.

Your mind was racing through thoughts at a thousand miles per hour, so many questions and emotions consumed your body all at once. You didn’t know whether to call the police, take the piece back to the gallery before it opened and pray that no one was any the wiser or keep the piece you spent so much time admiring.

There was only one person you could call, one person who would surely help you see reason. You prayed to every primordial being out there that she was still conscious and hadn’t passed out from Jesper’s tequila fuelled antics.

In a shot you were dialling her number, knee bouncing with anxiety as the dial tone rang out. Please pick up Genya, please please please. Finally from the other end of the phone her voice called out, slurring ever so slightly.

“(Y/N)?  What’s going on why are you calling me at this hour?” You must have woke her from her drunken nap as her voice sounded groggy.

“Genya, shit I need your help, I have no idea what to do. I can’t think straight I need you to come over to my apartment. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t urgent!” Your words were laced with panic, firing out your mouth at speed.

“(Y/N) I know just the place to hide the body I will be over in 10 minutes.” She said this with such conviction you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Genya I haven’t killed anyone, before you even say it I also haven’t brought someone home either. You will see when you get here exactly why I am freaking the fuck out.” You smile fondly at your friends willingness to aid you in a crime.

10 minutes later a knock on your apartment door startled you out of your thoughts that were still firing at speed. Throwing the door open a slightly still intoxicated Genya stood with wine and Doritos in hand, god this woman understood you on such a personal level.

You led her through the hall hands framing your face hoping to ease the panic as you glanced back at her, reaching the living room you gesture towards the armchair where the painting lay. Her gasp resonated round your living space as now you were both freaking the fuck out.

“You stole a painting, when the fuck did you have time for that we’ve been at the gala all night?” You could see in her eyes her thoughts were also now going a thousand miles an hour.

“I didn’t steal it Genya, that not the worst part!” You pick up the small envelope and pass it to her watching her face for a reaction.

Her eyes widen as she reads over the contents of the envelope looking up to find you running a hand through your hair in desperation.

“Who’s it from?” She looks confused for a second before looking back at the letter. “Hang on this looks like the note that was left in my office at the shop, it’s similar handwriting and stationary.”

You gesture for her to turn the letter over giving her the answer to her previous question.

“OMG (Y/N) how do you know a world famous art thief?” Her eyebrows are raised in shock and confusion.

“I don’t that’s the thing Genya! I have no clue who Sturmhond is nor how he got into my place, but he sure seems to know me.” Your hands were shaking with the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins.

The small hours of the morning passed quickly and the sun was gracing the sky before you both knew it. You had both decided your best course of action was to leave the painting deep in the back of your wardrobe out of sight until you could come up with a better plan, thankfully the gallery was closed today to allow everyone to recover from the antics of the previous evening. After a small nap you and Genya head to the gallery opening the locked front door with your keys, making your way through the space seeing if any other works of art were missing. Rounding the corner you were oh so familiar with to your favourite spot Genya and yourself were dumbfounded to find where there should be a missing painting was the exact piece that was in your living room. You both examined the piece, amazed at how it was an exact replica of the original even down to the material of the canvas.

Genya had somehow manage to convince you to keep the piece that Sturmhond had left in your apartment adamant no one would notice the difference in the paintings.

When you reached your apartment later that day after bidding Genya farewell you sunk into your sofa desperate for a long restful sleep, but alas the universe had other plans. Your phone vibrates on the table and a deep groan leaves your mouth in frustration, hand reaching for the device to find out who has dared disturb your plans to rest.

Unknown number: Hey (Y/N)! It’s Cole, from the gallery? You gave me your card yesterday and told me to text you whenever. So this is me texting, it was really great seeing you yesterday. Tamar and Tolya told me to tell you it was lovely to meet you! How was your gala superstar? How does it feel being a big shot gallery owner? Hope you are not too worse for wear today, if you need anything let me know. Have a great day sunshine!

You both spend the day texting back and forward before saying goodnight to each other, the rest of the week is normal and the happenings of last week are pushed to the back of your mind. Life is busy being a gallery owner now but you wouldn’t change it for the world, this is where you belong.

It’s Tuesday when the mailman arrives with the mail bidding you farewell and wishing you a good day. Flicking through the abundance of letters addressed to the gallery one catches your eye, the letter is handwritten and address to you. Opening it carefully you find a note startling similar to the one you received the previous week, reading through its contents carefully you sink further into your chair.

Hello Beautiful,

I know you must be filled with questions as to my existence and why this is happening. All will be revealed in due time darling, I promise. How are you enjoying my gift? I noticed you haven’t returned it or given the letter over to the police, I can only assume that means you like it. Still it is nothing compared to you, my dear you have no idea how special you are to me. I know you must be sitting thinking and fearing the worst but I promise you you know me.

I shouldn’t say this but you are greater than the New York skyline.

                                       I hope we can meet soon.

                                                    Until then…

                                                   Truly Yours,

                                                   Sturmhond.

You had so many questions, you have the feeling you have met this individual claiming to be Sturmhond before but you cannot think at this moment. Something about his words is so familiar, so comforting its odd this should unsettle you should send alarm bells ringing at this mysterious person writing to you but yet it doesn’t.

Your phone buzzes later that day its Tatiana calling to say she wants you to come over to discuss a few matters and get you to sign a few documents for the gallery and so you find yourself in the car on the way to the Lantsov estate again. Escaping the liveliness of the inner city and entering the peacefulness of the countryside, losing yourself in your green surroundings.

You arrive at the estate making your way to the room you were in previously with Tatiana and Vasily. Still consumed by your racing mind and thoughts of Sturmhond you fail to notice Tatiana is stood with someone chatting idly a hand resting on his shoulder.

It’s not until Tatiana’s excited squeal knocks you out of your daydream that you are aware of what is going on.

“(Y/N) darling I’m so happy you are here, I have someone I want you to meet.” She pulls you into a tight embrace before moving to the side revealing the person in front of you.

“(Y/N) darling this is Nikolai.” She looks at you fondly, tears lining her eyes slightly.

You blood runs cold and your skin is alight with goosebumps a shiver running down your spine and stomach turning making you nauseous. Your legs carry you across the room before you can even comprehend your actions, hand raising to strike the man in front of you across the cheek before stepping back and holding your stinging palm to your chest.

“Cole?”

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[aplpaca]

why is having your ocs be your special interest unfortunate? please tell us about them!! (curious, friendly tone)

It's unfortunate bc theres not content for them that exist without my own effort 😔(outside of a couple friends) so i cant reblog posts about them like i would for like critical role or something. ive got a variety of "main character" ocs and most of them started out as ttrpg characters that then got their own non-rpg "canon" in a story universe im making with some friends that may or may not end up turning into a series of books. (overarching "plot" of it is that the birth of a new deity ends up connecting people and politics of several planets in different universes)

so like my "main" characters for that are vyma, claysen, and yianni. vyma also has an equally canon ttrpg incarnation for a game thats still ongoing, but claysen and yianni started out as ttrpg characters but now their "canon" is just their storyverse incarnations. i put actual character descriptions under the cut

ima talk about vyma's storyverse incarnation for this, since theres Spoilers for her ttrpg canon that players who follow me dont know yet (but like, the core personality is the same between the two so yeah). but anyway, her full name in storyverse is Vyma Bapp-Matieyepa sip-Sabapak, which is kinda long bc cultural naming conventions include familial last name, chosen/official clan affiliation, and familal-but-not-official clan affiliation (if someone has that). She's one of the unofficial leaders of a revolutionary/resistance group (other leader is one of @cosmemery's characters Naki) that funnels political prisoners to freedom and tries to counteract the imperialism of the country that subjugated theirs and the harm from their own gov that tries to meet the imperialists in the middle. Vyma is pretty tall, pretty butch, and pretty ace. She's got lowkey disabling hyperempathy, but this gets paired with an autistic flat affect that makes her come across unintentionally blunt, monotone, and insensitive at times. she's kinda overcompensated for social issues by using her hyperempathy and just general problem solving to get really fucking good at reading people/figuring out how people are feeling. this unfortunately does not make her any more conversationally adept, and in some cases makes her kinda preachy instead. her flight response (like the trauma response, not just the general fight or flight) is through the fucking roof and she would and prob will grind herself into dust in an attempt to make what she considers a positive impact. she's chronically sleep deprived and refuses to talk about her feelings in a way thats not dodging the question. she likes to bake, but hasnt been able to in a while.

Claysen Hishari (birthname Jarren Claysen Vidravalsh) is like lowkey highkey kinda of A Lot in terms of stuff he's got going on. id like to think i do a decent job not being Edgy (TM) with him but like,,yeah. He's a formal noble who escaped his shitty dad after his mom died and ended up being blackmailed into becoming a spy/assassin. He also technically has emotion/identity-influenced magical power equivalent to at least a minor god, but hes repressing that and its only almost killed him once. His appearance is altered via illusion magic almost constantly. He's more visibly autistic and uses a trade sign language to talk fairly frequently. When he's not signing, he has a very specific speech pattern, and often pauses in the middle of sentences while he figures out how to make words work. At the start of the story, he basically hasn't had goals or ambitions or strong personal convictions for A While, and a lot of his growth is Growing A Fucking Spine and Learning To Act On Things. A lot of his other growth is self acceptance stuff (both autism and the whole emotionally volatile magic thing bc por que no los dos). He has a pretty fuckin codependant relationship with @cosmemery's character Kay, and even before they actually become romantic, theyre platonically flirty with each other to a kinda obnoxious degree. hes bi, super reserved but has a certain air of competence/force of presence to him despite that, and has a special interest in spiders and bugs in general

And apparently tumblr has a word limit for asks or somthing bc it wont let me add my last characters paragraph onto this so im gonna just reblog it with yianni's stuff in a sec

[beesmygod]

You need to design more AGS merch. We need tshirts, underwear, hats, socks!

the problem with AGS merch is that i approach it with 3 major thoughts:

would i, personally (bea "beesmygod'" smy god) wear or purchase this object without or with minimal shame?

if i buy this right now, will it embarrass me in 5 years?

does the object or shirts appearance invite discussion of the webcomic? does it cause people to come up and go "hey what does your shirt mean"? if so scrap it and start over. im trying to make you something nice and not give you a new horrible social problem. "oh but its good for your exposure" let me weave you a nightmare scenario: imagine you are waiting for a train wearing the newest ags swag looking sooooo shitty. a 50 year old man in a business suit turns and looks at your shirt for at least 7 seconds with a growing frown from concentration. "your shirt has a VERY interesting emblem," he says in an inflection that he thinks indicates that he is non-threatening yet authoritative but just makes him sound like a heterosexual tim gunn. "is that from 'star wars'?"

no, you say, it's for a character in a webcomic

"and what is a 'webcomic'?"

its a comic on the web. the internet, you correct yourself, realizing it came out snarkier than intended

"oh, i see", he says unimpressed. "what what does it do?"

the ambiguity in this question is almost cruel. what the fuck does he mean by that? what do webcomics do? like how do they work? monetarily? or like, how they upload them? or did he mean the symbol? is he asking about the symbol and just presenting it as a sphinx's riddle for some reason? where is the train?! sweat beads your forehead.

uhh well, they make money through this online service every time they make a new page. its about these two people who uhh, hunt ghosts. like ghostbusters.

"like what?" he peers down his glasses at you. holy shit. does he not know what ghostbusters is? you dont have time for this. you settle for saying that its "funny" and "updates regularly" when you struggle for positive descriptors. the man nods understandingly. "like 'doonesbury'." you cannot tell if this comparison is good or bad. it seems to be an entirely neutral observation. "now what is that" he says, gestering to your shirt.

you've just realized where this conversation has managed to lead you and start to feel panic gather in your guts. the train is coming at last but not fast enough. there is no way to drag this conversation out artificially in a natural way. this is the last thing you are ever going to say to this man in your life.

its a reference to the characters really big nose., you say with as much conviction and fortitude as you can manage. and ears.

[felikatze]

*removes the tape* talk about binding blade do it do it do it do it

i lost my whole rant on binding blade's story but it is SOMEWHERE on tumblr and it is NOT TAGGED because i didn't live my truth

anyway. we were talking about idunn. let's fucking. talk about idunn.

i'm disappointed that she's less of a presence in the story honestly she only appears like 2 times but i LOVE HERRRR. she's the proto grima she did it first. dont even get me STARTED on my thoughts about divine dragon lore as it relates to idunn

DID YOU KNOW? IDUNN AND GRIMA AND SOMBRON ARE ALL KNOWN AS "DEMON DRAGON" IN A WIDE VARIETY OF LANGUAGES. GRIMA'S TITLE WAS NEVER UNIQUE AND I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ON THAT

anyway. why i think idunn works. it's mainly about framing. first of all idunn isn't a toddler which makes the whole thing less uncomfortable, second the game frames what happened to idunn as an atrocity. the divine dragons were one of the tribes who aimed to escape the scouring instead of fighting (with some of them presumably heading through the dragon's gate alongside a smattering of ice and fire dragons, and some of them settling down in arcadia in the nabata desert).

The divine dragons wished to flee because the dragons who wished to fight the humans wanted a weapon, and they knew they could turn a divine dragon into one. the divine dragons were horrified by this, and fled - except idunn. idunn didnt escape in time.

idunn was captured, and her mind was broken. she had no will left whatsoever. in the game, she's basically a machine - not following zephiel out of any conviction, but because he's the first person to release her. when jahn explains this, he is RIGHTFULLY called out for it by roy. this shit is disgusting and jahn knows it, but he justifies it anyway.

idunn is 100% the victim. but it is so so so easy to condemn her, to "put her out of her misery." like i know in a lot of FE games the brainwashed girl still has some way to be saved - there's a spell to be broken, a villain to be defeated, a magical object to be destroyed, but there isn't with idunn. her soul is just geniuenly destroyed. it's entirely mental. jahn says there is no way to save idunn.

but fuckin. roy doesn't accept that. there is the slightest sliver of possibility in the binding blade. it listens to its user's will, so perhaps he can....?

i'm kind of obsessed with the way it clicks IMMEDIATLY what roy is planning to do, but he never actually says it aloud until he does it. he just tells everyone to trust him and to let him deal the final blow. he doesn't say "oh this might save the demon dragon we have to kill." he just charges in and does it. does he think the others might try to stop him?? maybe?? i think ch24 has some great characterization that is overshadowed by the massive exposition dump where roy's just there to be the ear of the audience instead of an autonomous character.

honestly, i think roy's desire to save idunn actually greatly parallels how guinevere condemns zephiel. at the start of the game, guinevere is horrified by her brother, but still wants to save him. as time goes on, though, she struggles to hold onto her optimism. when she hands roy the binding blade, she accepts that he's going to kill zephiel.

this deeply pacifistic compassionate character essentially putting her brother to death because to her he is that far gone is such a great writing choice oh my god. (i wish it was in a better story.)

but zephiel believed what he said. he believed humans were corrupt and needed to die - in fe6, there's the general notion of human goodness. that people can be cruel, but they can be better, too, they can choose to become better. and zephiel refused that. zephiel refused to do better, instead just enabling the atrocities he condemned. that is why he dies. because he refuses change.

all his generals are given the option to back down, to live and grow, but they all refuse, and they die for their conviction in a cruel world.

idunn never had that choice. who knows what idunn believes? roy believes in a better world, and he will give idunn the freedom to decide what she wants out of it.

i first got the true ending when i was on the train, and ngl, i did almost cry over it in public. because idunn does get better. if you get the true ending and fae survives, you get a bonus scene - fae and idunn, back in nabata. idunn appears emotionless as fae urges her to play, until fae's enthusiasm leads to a coconut falling on her head.

and idunn - idunn laughs.

for the first time in millenia. there was no spell to be broken on her. roy doesn't snap his fingers and she's happy again. it'll be long, it'll be hard, but idunn will heal. and this is her first step.

i got kinda emotional seeing her spring alt in heroes afterward. she just looks. content. this character who went through so much tragedy and suffering for an eternity can still recover and heal because there are people who will help her do so. fae and roy and all the others.

i just. wargrhhrhr. the core message of human goodness and the capability to be better if you just choose to do so and the empathy to recognize that sometimes people didn't have that choice and you should give it to them, always. if they refuse, there's nothing you can do, but you should still try, right?

i actually really really love roy as a protagonist outside of "roy's our boy" memes and i disagree with the takes that someone else should be the protagonist of fe6. because roy is an outside to this and that is the point. he's just some kid doing the best he can! he's not the descendant of some legendary hero! that's lilina and zephiel! he doesn't have any mystical power! that's sophia! he doesn't have a dramatic backstory! that's elffin!

anyone could wield the binding blade. it's just roy who picked it up. that's the point. anyone can change the world. anyone can do better. anyone can make the universe a little bit kinder, if they just try.

[lesbianmarrow]

irritated by the way the conflict between gwyn and ava played out in legends of tomorrow 7.10. exploring gwyn’s conviction that he doesn’t deserve to be with the man he loves bc he is gay and is therefore defying god’s will is so good. especially because literally no main character on this show has been shown to struggle with any kind of internalized homophobia before. it makes sense to pair him with ava for this episode since ava is also gay but has never had any kind of internal conflict over that. this is the kind of thing i would have loved to see more on legends of tomorrow, is the gay characters on the show encountering gay people from other time periods and seeing how things are different for them. 

but this subplot in this episode doesn’t work i think because ava doesn’t really try to connect to gwyn using the language or logic that he understands? she just kind of says her own opinions at him. which is sweet i guess but i don’t buy that it would be effective. like if someone says “god hates me bc i am gay” you don’t say “no he doesn’t tho” like that is just not taking their concerns seriously.....like youre basically saying “youre wrong and i’m right” and that helps nobody. and like, ava can have trouble relating to others sometimes and seeing things from other people’s perspectives, so i can believe that she would make this mistake, but my problem is that the show validates her approach and depicts it as effective when i really dont think it would be. 

what also bothers me about the way the subplot plays out is that it just feels incredibly shallow. like for ava the conflict really is just that she feels bad for this guy, and it’s textured by the fact that she’s gay too and that she’s not even sure she can save his beloved, but still it feels shallow!!! it’s not really about her in any meaningful way. and it should be. the conflict should be revealing something about ava just as it is revealing something about gwyn. but it’s not really showing us any side of her that we havent already see before. there’s no subtlety or subtext in the way she tells him that love is love and he deserves to be loved. there’s no depth there. it’s not even like she has struggled with the same doubts, because we know she hasn’t. it honestly kind of just feels like lazy storytelling? 

a way to add depth and make it more personal for ava in a way that might be more effective at reaching gwyn could be for ava to tell him about how she once thought she was destined to be alone after she found out that she was a clone, and so she purposefully pushed away someone she loved, but it turned out to be the wrong choice. or she could tell him about how she was never designed to love, but she did anyway, and it changed her life for the better! then it becomes about ava empathizing with gwyn on a very real level even though there are many aspects of his upbringing and life experience that are totally different from hers. and it shows gwyn that his doubts and struggles are not totally unique and there might be more possibilities for him than he had realized before. i just ask for a crumb of depth a mere crumb i tell you 

[skarmoree]

hi long time mutual, I know it's probably pretty obvious from my posting, but I finished aa6 a few days ago and I wasn't expecting to come out of it a slightly incoherent mess that keeps trying to rotate all its flaws into something sensible, I would appreciate you sharing some thoughts or opinions on it or recommending good fanfic to read about it (you don't have to, though). Thank you for looking at this 💗

hooooooooooough boy okay SO i saw this ask in my notifs and immediately ran to grab my laptop so i can actually write a response you are in for a RIDE you've activated my unskippable cutscene i could go on and on and on forever about aa6 it is everything to me

first off: what flaws. its like, on par with every other aa game erhghdflhk theyve all got a couple; people just dont like aa5/6 and nitpick it way too much its exhausting ffjgh

second: *slaps roof of khura'in* [SCREECHES] i have so many headcanons and worldbuilding ideas about khura'in that the game only barely covers/implies/isnt able to show in the limited "only there for half the game" timeframe, not only about the judicial system but also about culture and religion and food and language and climate and--

im gonna put a read more.

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi. bottom text. hi this guy is ourple! and very precious to me hes SO special i am holding him tightly but also what is 🆙 buddy whadda hell.

so the wiki says he's a "childhood friend" of apollo's and lists Dhurke as his "foster father" but also like. he was raised by that man for his formative years. thats his dad. yuty is his brother. very very VERY much so. ga'ran literally refers to them as brothers. yuty says "our father". idk what the wiki isn't seeing theyre brothers and i love their dynamic so much

that being said! their entire dynamic hinges on the fact that neither of them have seen each other since they were aged in the single digits, half a lifetime ago. theyre practically strangers. and that shit is so fascinating to me because you have to realise that theyve changed so much over the last thirteen or so years that theyre practically unrecognisable as the kid the other grew up with. its heartbreaking

see also: how bad do you have to fuck up for all three of your kids to call you by your first name

i am utterly enamoured by how much this game gives you in terms of this family dynamic. Apollo justice can't catch a break. first your sister (not that he knows but he certainly feels like she is) gets fuckin arrested on charges of murder and then you find out the prosecutor for it is your brother. and you're like. oh okay thats weird why's he a prosecutor isnt the DCA what we-- excuse me he what.

look. i think yuty in court is hilarious. he, a monk of a religion that wouldnt have an afterlife or hell simply due to the existence of spirits and channelling. and he spouts all that bullshit and nobody calls him out on it because what are you gonna do? tell the foreigner he's not allowed to talk about his beliefs? apollo, dont be rude he's a guest, athena says. apollo glares across the courtroom, knowing he doesn't believe a single word coming out of his own mouth.

yuty in court also has this subtle difference in demeanour between western and khura'inese courts. he's a little more lax in america i swear on every god out there nobody believes me when i say this but i swear it exists. despite being highly ranked in the faith, or at least held in higher regard due to his status as both a prosecutor and someone close to the Khura'in royal family; nahyuta also has a lot of respect for the sciences? like. despite the fact that the séance is the only thing needed in khura'inese courts to convict someone, brings ema over to investigate? he's slowly and surely working against the ga'ran regime, but he can't do it openly because of the threat of rayfa's safety.

thing is, inga did in fact love her as his own daughter, so i think she would've been safe in some way, which makes everything else feel all the more meaningless. yuty practically gave up in those last few years, you can tell in the way dhurke spoke of him to apollo and how he wants to save him, dhurke blames himself entirely for how distant yuty ended up from him, and how he got stuck in ga'ran's web the final case is meant to feel hopeless, it's such a moment, its the first time we see apollo break in the whole trilogy (bar the off-screen yell over the loss of Clay in 5-4) and he barely pulls himself back together.

but apollo has mr wright by his side during that. nahyuta, on the other side of the courtroom, slowly coming to the same realisation, the same breaking point, has nobody. theyre stuck on opposite sides of the courtroom, ga'ran is viewing it as a triumph, the Dragon is finally dead, and his sons cannot reach for each other, they cannot comfort each other in this time. Nahyuta's line here? the first time he ever refers to his brother in-game by his first name? the broken, quiet, "a...pol....lo"? YEAH. girlies when i say i cracked

im just saying shit ekdxjghk this is getting LONG i have entire essays in my head if you want to hear more i am literally always down to do so i didn't say much abt the american side of things but GOD DAMN the magical turnabout lives rentfree in my braiiim im growing musheroomes thinking about ittttt

If you liked storyteller and want more 6-4 content may i direct you over to my friend @ashe-hallows

Now. fics.

if you want to read abt rayf pollo truce and yuty trying to navigate around being siblings together, and a prank war, please read my friend @echoing-sounds 's work "this means war (a lesson in bonding)"

my friend @amamillalatortilla 's works, notably "call back to reality", a short AU where during 6-5 yuty gets shot (he's fine, prommy) she's also written plenty more aa6 fics for sicktember !

between us & then, by pinkstar14. i read this as it was being uploaded, like. i'd click a new chapter and see the number go up. this is everything to me its so much i adore it holy shit it makes me turn into the embodiment of the girlbypool.jpg its just. a bad situation getting worse and worse and you dont see the resolution until the games bc its a prequel lord help me

(also shameless plugs of my own aa6 fics below uwu) give me two damn minutes (and I'll be fine) , my take on the sibling reveal. if you're going to read any of my fics please let it be this one waugh (this is here bc its set 5 years post aa6 btw lol, and references it a couple times) or try some of my sicktembers! unyeilding, unwavering, understanding, in which rayfa's sick, yuty's worried, and apollo is far to perceptive about the real reasons underlying it who'll save you when you fall?, in which yuty faints, and his siblings try to get him to take better care of himself awake, awake, you children bold, set after the river incident, just some dhurke and datz coparenting I have some others too, set at various points both during and post game (and including ema!) but these are my personal faves

aaaaaaaaallrighty! im gonna stop here edfgjshgfjdgdfkgh but please i adore aa6 if you ever want to talk about it i'll be very happy to listen !

[in-christalone]

Hi, it’s me again! From the convo:

“So the real question is, "Do they know the real Jesus? Or have they fabricated their own jesus who is comfortable with their sins (false god)?”

I understand you have very strong convictions, and if they work for you personally, great, but this just doesn’t match with my experiences.

For example, I know a woman who has been a Bible-believing life-long Christian, a pillar of her congregation, and the kindest person you’ll ever meet. Not only is she in church and Bible class every week (not to mention a member of the choir), she lives by Jesus’s words from Matt. 22, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind. And love your neighbor as yourself.”

She’ll take you in, she’ll feed you, and make sure you’re cared for. I know because when I had to move and couldn’t find a place to stay, she let me live in her home for months until I could get into a place of my own. I know of at least 3 other people she’s done this for.

You know the tree by the fruit it bears, and with her, it’s all there: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.

I just don’t agree with the idea that she’s worshiping some false god because she loves and accepts her lgtb+ friends. Jesus said “love your neighbor” and she’s loving them in every way she can.

So when you have a person following Christ in every way they can, both in their theology and in practice in their everyday life, and they are lgbtq+ affirming, how do you reckon with that?

Good works dont make a person inherently good. In fact we are all more inclined to evil than good since we have this sinful nature. Now I have no doubt this woman is very kind-hearted. I myself look more on the truths and justice and I tend to be hard-hearted towards those who won't accept the truth.

The most loving thing this woman can do though; she isn't doing.

The most loving thing a Christian can do is tell others that they are a sinner in need of Christ and present to them the Gospel. Now if she has told them their need for a Savior [being found only in Christ] and that they are in sin and will go to hell if they don't repent, then she would be in a stage of prayer over their repentance. Which I totally understand at this point, if they deny the Gospel, then she's done her part and she can just be in prayer,

but to accept that which God does not accept, how can one do that and say they love the Lord with all their heart, mind, and soul? There is a divide when doing that, she cannot serve the world and God, because she will hate one and love the other.

[lancelotlaments]

Vent #172

you will never see this. You wouldn’t know this because you dont feel the way I feel about you. I was desperate to have any insight into how you work I looked over your shoulder and i remembered your usernames from the posts you sent me because i wanted to know you. I should forget what i know i should let everything fade into something that is no longer a part of me but i feel compelled to hold on somehow despite having severed that tie entirely. I am assured within my decision, I cried for weeks asking God to tell me what to do and it was within me all along in the same way it began. a note. I cant be in contact with him if i want to get over him but i dont want to let him go. I pondered the ways I could heal for weeks and I begged God to stop me if what I was doing was not within His plan. I was willing to listen to whispers and I made time to listen back and He gave me no conviction at the action and I felt so at peace once it was delivered. I know i did the right thing there because I let Him guide my way.

I was asking for the wrong thing. God wont take away my love for him, it’s mine to let go should i so choose, but why would God take away the love I have? that’s not what He’s about from what I’ve been reading.

I know delivering that note was supposed to be me letting go but I just cant help but be consumed by my thoughts. I can’t help but remember how beautiful the beautiful times were. i need to develop self respect. I made the decision I need to live with it

but I just wish that he would see this for some reason. I wish i knew what he was thinking about me. I wish I had any insight as to how he reacted to being given that note. I wish I could be a fly on the wall as he was reading it. I poured my soul out to him and i really tried to not insult him but I think I could have also done a better job at that. It was 5 pages long. I wonder if he even read it. He’s a writer so I feel like if anything it may inspire him to write more lol. it gods back to self-respect. I made the decision to cut him from my life i need to respect that decision.

I should not want, im sorry God. You are my shepherd, I have all that I need.

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75+You Are The Love Of My Life Quotes

75+You Are The Love Of My Life Quotes William Shakespeare once said that, “Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.” He also once said that, “You call it madness, but I call it love.”

75+You Are The Love Of My Life Quotes

1. I mistreatment I couldnt veneration you subsequent to more I benefit your hands on right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow.

2. Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are anything to me.

3. I be burning very approximately you all minute of my simulation; youon the subject of my adulation and my activity. Not all people are privileged to locate the wisdom of their liveliness. I am glad, cause I had found it bearing in mind I met you the adoration of my vibrancy.

4. From the day you walked into my dynamism, youregarding all I think about. Youconcerning the gloss I breathe. You are the stars in my circulate.

5. I may search for other thousand years but yet may not locate someone as gorgeous and tender as you are.

6. I veneration you, and I will honoring you until I die, and if theres a energy later, Ill high regard you as well as.

7. If you locate me not within you, you will never locate me. For I have been following you, from the dawn of me.

8. I saw that you were unchangeable, and consequently I loved you. Then I saying that you were not utter and I loved you even more.

9. You dont high regard someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a impression unaided you can hear.

10. I would rather spend one lifetime back you, than point all the ages of this world alone.

11. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.

12. I praise you. I knew it the minute I met you.

13. I just yearning you to know that you’concerning unconditionally special… and the unaided defense I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.

14. If I loved you less, I might be responsive to chat very about it more.

15. Do I adore you? My god, if your esteem were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

16. Remember, we’on the order of madly in high regard, for that excuse it’s pleasurable sufficient to kiss me any era you feel once it.

17. I am who I am because of you.

18. He looked at her the quirk the whole women sore spot to be looked at by a man.

19. I adulation how she makes me mood in the by now every single one single one single one share of is realizable, or gone activity is worth it.

20. You have bewitched me body and soul, and I idolize, I honoring, I venerate you.

21. Some adulation stories aren’t epic novels. Some are brusque stories. But that doesn’t make them any less filled later adulation.

22. To worship or have loved, that is allowable. Ask nothing subsidiary. There is no additional pearl to be found in the dark folds of computer graphics.

23. If you stir to be a hundred, I agonized feeling to alive to be a hundred minus one hours of day, fittingly I never have to alive without you.

24. You are my heart, my cartoon, my one and abandoned thought.

25. I fell in hero worship the pretentiousness you slip out cold: slowly, and subsequently completely one of at in the back.

26. With the sum world crumbling, we prefer this period to slip in adulation.

27. I worship you. I acceptance to in you every pension of. You are my dearest one.

28. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

29. Loving someone and having them respect you by now taking place occurring is the most precious issue in the world.

30. Being highly loved by someone gives you strength, though indulgent someone highly gives you courage.

31. The greatest happiness of liveliness is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in acrimony of ourselves.

32. Theres no temporary for a delightful adulation who says, No business whats muddled taking into account you, youin the works for traditional at this table’.

33. So, I be crazy roughly you because every share of universe conspired to guidance me evaluate you.

34. At the be adjoining of respect everyone becomes a poet.

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36. To living following you is to alive. To rouse without you is to die.

37. Two people in lionize, alone, by yourself from the world, thats endearing.

38. Chemistry is you the length of my arm and vibes blaze to my mind.

39. To be thoroughly seen by somebody, later, and be loved anyhow this is a human offering that can be adjacent to concerning miraculous.

40. Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away and each and every one the things I deficiency to make known can judge no voice.

41. True flatter will accomplish in the turn of view – which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it’s the most sweet lie we have.

42. No matter how in the incline away from-off you go, I will save tender you because you are the best issue that has ever happened to me.

43. There is no remedy for have emotional impact a pedestal but to respect more.

44. Love is always confront arms.

45. You don’t adoration someone because they’on reach, you hero hero worship them in spite of the fact that they’on not.

46. To living is along also to elevate – every one of defense is adjoining it, and every one one of healthy instinct for it.

47. To adore someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.

48. The best business you can get is subside in respect. My cartoon has been distorted by falling in flatter.

49. Like the flowers that maintenance taking place front fragrance, your worship brings romance in my ordinary moving picture.

50. I wanted to make known you that wherever I am, every happens, I’ll always think of you.

There are for that gloss many heart-melting “you are the adoration of my cartoon” quotes.

51. I flatter you without knowing how, or once, or from where.75+You Are The Love Of My Life Quotes

52. I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless era, in simulation after moving picture, in age after age permanently.

53. Life has turned into a beautiful garden ever since you entered into my cartoon.

54. I admire you not because of who you are, but because of who I am back I am as soon as you.

55. Im here. I love you. I dont care if you need to stay occurring crying every night long, I will stay subsequent to you.

56. You were made perfectly to be loved and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my mass moving picture long.

57. I exaltation thee to the extremity and breadth and peak my soul can make a come by of.

58. If I know what adulation is, it is because of you.

59. There is a madness in passionate you, a nonappearance of marginal note that makes it atmosphere hence flawless.

60. I know I am in admire forward you because my authenticity is finally bigger than my dreams.

61. Its him. Something not quite him makes me atmosphere as soon as I am roughly to decrease.

62. I have a beat roughly your mind, I fell for your personality, and your looks are just a huge add-on.

63. Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept sentient. One must never, for whatever marginal note, direction his past approaching liveliness.

64. You can be creative unaided if you be stuck on simulation allowable that you nonattendance to adding together happening its beauty, you nonappearance to bring a tiny more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it.

65. I enjoy mammal happy every daylight, and hopefully you can listen my happiness in my music. Life is beautiful.

66. I lack you today, tomorrow, previously-door-door week, behind-door month, considering year, and for the ablaze of my vibrancy.

67. Love is something eternal; the aspect might fine-space, but not the essence.

68. Grow pass past me! The best is before.

69. I promised to adulation you for the burning of my liveliness and that is what I am going to get.

70.In every the world, there is no heart for me related to yours. In every the world, there is no love for you associated to mine.

71. When someone loves you, the mannerism they chat roughly you is oscillate. You atmosphere safe and comfortable.

72. We loved following a be annoyed just about that was on zenith of high regard.

73. Love is once you meet someone who tells you something auxiliary just about yourself.

74. I couldnt have dreamed you into existence because I didnt even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.

75. Since you have walked into my energy, I see why it didn’t produce a consequences in out when anyone else.

Where there is love there is life. This is a famous quote from the famous poet and philosopher William Shakespeare. He is said to have said this quote at the funeral of his beloved sister. I believe that this quote has a great deal of meaning to it. I find it to be very true that where there is love there is life. I believe that we can also say that where there is no love there is death.75+You Are The Love Of My Life Quotes

[eroticcannibal]

Ok but really. Crying about fandom material that sexualises fictional children does nothing to protect real children. For a few reasons:

1. The vast majority of people are NOT learning what is and isn't ok from fandom. And on the other hand, what with most fandom spaces being heavy on tagging and trigger warning these days, this content comes with a disclaimer that it is NOT something that is ok IRL. (Have you ever spoke to any of the countless people who realised they were being sexualy abused specifically because their experiences were labelled with "dubcon"? This is not a rare thing!)

2. Let's say you achieve your dream. All sexual content about fictional children is purged from the Internet. What then? How many children did you save?

Zero. You saved no one.

Because it is not this content that leads to abuse. It is abusers that lead to abuse. It is a lack of education and a lack of trusted adults to turn to that leads to abuse. It is shame and vulnerable circumstances that lead to abuse.

Grooming is not about exposing minors to sexual content. Grooming is about gaining trust. My friend was routinely shamed about her developmentally appropriate sex drive, of course she trusted the one adult telling her it was OK. She would not have been raped by him if a lack of shame was normal for her. He would not have had that to exploit. I was groomed with free bus rides, so I could spend my bus money on stuff I needed. I was poor. I needed help.

Abusers find a way. They will always find another tool.

But think how many children you could save if you put all of that energy into proper sex ed (sex ed correlates with lower chances of being sexually abused and faster reporting if you are abused). Put that energy into ending shame and stigma around sexuality, especially sexual development in minors. Put that energy into ending exploitable vulnerabilities. Make sure poor families are fed. Make sure traumatised children have support. Model healthy adult-minor relationships. Demonstrate healthy boundaries and how to enforce them. You can do SO MUCH if you get your head out of discourse and do the hard work.

3. But the biggest reason this whole discourse is bullshit is it aint about the kids. Its about arguing and Internet clout and finding acceptable targets to abuse. It doesnt matter to you if they actually engage with this content or not (God knows you all come after me enough when I find this shit repulsive). The reasons dont matter either (god forbid you understand how many people use such stuff to process the trauma of being sexually abused as a minor and NO u dont get a say in that, fiction has always been an effective tool to confront trauma). No what matters to you is hurting people while being able to sleep at night. And you cannot save children by hurting people. You need to do the hard fucking work.

And you arent going to. All you are going to do is acuse me of consuming or creating this content (I dont), of defending or being a pedophile (In an ideal no false conviction world id rather they be shot tbh) and no doubt at least 3 of you are going to come up with more sexual fantasies about real children to try and gross me out of telling u that ur full of shit (because apparently sexualising fictional children is gross but telling me all about how you want real children to be raped is Normal Behaviour according to you lot). And you will only be proving me right. You don't want to be heroes. You want to hurt people.

[thisdreamplace]

No offense but this whole "find the root of the problem" really rings certain law of attraction and heal your inner child bells. Neville never said to start unpacking everything, you are keeping yourself in that state. Simply decide what you want and stay there. Figuring why you think in a certain way and analyzing is simply prolonging the same stale state. This is coming from someone who started trying to figure out everything and break down patterns and all I did was make more of it. When thoughts such as "you are lying to yourself"/"they are simply lying about their success stories"/"you cannot manifest like them" surfaced what worked for me was saying "no shut the fuck up I am god" with conviction (slight anger in my case).

i’m simply not afraid to “ring law of attraction or heal your inner child bells” or any other bells other people are running from. lol it simply has nothing to do with me if someone else doesn’t like it. i’m not going to water down my advice nor force myself on a path so i can be more palatable… on tumblr… 💀

i get where ur coming from and ur not wrong. but i think a lot of frustration in the community comes from this attitude. so to break it down, that path worked for you. how does that have anything to do with everyone else ? like honestly speaking. i think it’s really wonderful it clicked for you in that way ! it doesn’t click for everyone that way though and it’s not harming you that there are people in this world where a healing journey is part of this lifestyle. it’s not scary, bad, something to look down on nor something to run away from.

even the way you dealt with those thoughts literally don’t work for some people ? not everyone is built like a hardass who needs to just tell themselves to stfu and get over it. anger works for some people but i am not an inherantly angry person. so as much as i would have loved to take that consistently angry, tough love approach all it ever did was make my depression take center stage. like there’s nothing wrong with that style for you and plenty of others. but it’s also not everyone’s cup of tea. why is that so wrong to some of yall ? it’s weird.

i’m just… not into this one size fits all narrative. every source is a starting point, or a guide. but it simply isn’t a map. my advice comes from a place of purity, not from a place of “what do i think they want to read next ?” i dont even use loassumption tags bc im good. y’all don’t have to find me LOL i want this blog to really be pure and true. and sometimes that simply isn’t mainstream loassumption advice………….

so yeah. imma just have to keep doing my blog for me and those who get it. lol <3

[workofheart]

hi!! first of all i love ur writing sm!! for the drabble thing i was wondering if you could do levi+24+friends to lovers, preferably canonverse:) thank you lovely<33

this was so adorable :’) thank you for requesting, i had so much fun writing it! it got kind of long but i just couldn’t help myself lol... also this is barely edited i’ll come back soon for that😭

the art of dance and wordless confessions | levi + friends to lovers + “i thought you said you can’t dance?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

it’s late in the evening when you finally pluck up the courage to see levi. the sun has long set and the halls of the barracks have gone quiet, the only sounds being the hushed whispers of cadets who have yet to fall asleep.

with the military ball approaching, it went somewhat unsaid that levi would be taking you, because who else would it be? after knowing him all these years and growing so close, it would almost be weird if you didn’t go together. that being said, you desperately hoped he wouldn’t laugh at you.

as one of your long time comrades - and truthfully, best friends - it should be easy to reach out to him for help. maybe it’s because you’re embarrassed, or because you might have caught feelings, but such right now is simply not the case.

your knuckles are held up hesitantly to the door of his office. luckily for you, levi senses your presence before you even have to knock. in a way, he almost expected you to be here at this hour.

“come in,” he calls, voice muffled through the wood. you take a second to prepare yourself before pushing in the door.

inside, you find levi sitting at his desk, hunched over piles of paperwork. his lips are turned down in a slight pout and the shadows beneath his eyes are unfortunately dire. he looks like he hasn’t slept in days, instead reading over the same print sentences again and again, which you know is most likely the case anyway.

“hi,” you say, padding over to sit in the chair across from him.

“hi.” he releases the pen he’s been clutching so tightly to for the past few hours onto the desk and rubs his eyes with his fists, trying to clear them from his working haze. he’s glad to see you.

levi doesn’t like beating around the bush. his patience is visibly thin, so after a deep breath, you force yourself to speak up.

“so we’re going to the ball together, right?” you start, fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

he takes a sip from his tea cup, glancing at you over the back of his hand. you look cute when you’re nervous, he thinks.

 “obviously.” 

“well, i kind of have this problem-”

maybe it’s the late of the night, the exhaustion clouding his train of thought, but he interrupts you without even thinking. 

“do you want to go with someone else?” he asks, and immediately berates himself internally for it. god, he’s so stupid. 

his voice is nonchalant, but his heart sinks at the thought. why would you want to go with him in the first place? there’s so many other scouts that would be dying to take you, so he should have at least expected this.

“no, no!’ you assure him. he quirks an eyebrow. “it’s not that, it’s just…”

“spit it out,” he says. the words are harsh, but it comes out encouraging in a way only you would know. 

you whine in embarrassment, pinching the bridge of your nose before committing to the confession. “i...can’t dance.”

you can practically see his thought process through his expressions. at first he’s relieved you’re not trying to reject him, and then he’s confused as to how that’s possible, and finally he’s delighted that you’ve come to him for help. the thought makes his heart inexplicably warm, despite the fact he would never show it on the outside.

“alright,” he sighs, pushing his chair back. “i’ll teach you.” he cracks his knuckles and stretches his back, thankful to just be out of his seat.

“really?” you ask, eyes bright and swimming with excitement. levi’s stomach flips.

“yeah, ‘need a break anyway.”

he walks around his desk to meet you, extending an open palm to help you up. when you stand, he leads you to the center of the room, using his free hand to put yours on his shoulder before settling it on your waist.

“just follow my lead, you’ll pick it up.”

he ignores the way you swallow, chalking it up to nerves.

stepping forward and to the side, levi guides you with firm hands. he’s assured and confident, leading you even when you stumble, even disregarding how silly he feels when he murmurs small counts to help you. 

with levi, it’s easy to fall into step. when your feet trip up, he’s quick to correct you, and his hold makes your skip a beat. once you have the basic box down, he changes the angle and shows you around the room, slowly turning in small circles.

you don’t even notice how intensely you’re staring at your shoes until he mentions it.

“stop looking down,” he says, “look at me.” 

apologizing sheepishly, your cheeks flush with heat. when you finally meet his eyes, he thinks that he could look at you all day without getting tired, but he can tell you feel awkward from the way your gaze flits around the room.

he speaks to distract you. “i thought you said you can’t dance,” he mumbles, a hint of a smile on his lips.

you breathe out an air of laughter that has his chest tightening. “can’t mentally doesn’t necessarily mean can’t physically.”

his eyebrows furrow at your strange logic. “what does dance have to do with mentality?”

with a shy roll of your eyes, you admit, “i dont want to look stupid.”

and yet again, his heart gets the best of him. something about your presence takes the filter right off his mouth, breaks down the dam that always holds him back from saying what he really thinks.

“i don’t think you look stupid,” he says quietly. “i don’t think you ever look stupid.”

it catches you off guard. for a second, you almost convince yourself that you imagined it. but then his eyes dart away from yours, letting it hang in the air for a second too long, and suddenly it’s simply too late for him to mean it in a way that’s just platonic.

“thanks, levi,” you whisper. you don’t know where you find the courage, but then you’re leaning in and pressing a small kiss to the cheek he has turned to you. 

the feel shocks him from his self-pitying daze. he turns his head back to face you, gaze flicking to your mouth, sees how you’ve pinched your bottom lip with your teeth in hesitation. he doesn’t bother trying to speak - he knows his words will fail him.

his movements fall still along with yours, the dance long forgotten in the span of just a few seconds. your hand drifts closer to his chest from his shoulder and his head seems to cloud with a haze of only you. he leans in slow, tentative, but you don’t hesitate to meet him halfway, effectively closing the gap.

lashes brushing lightly against your nose, levi’s eyes flutter shut. his lips are pillowy and soft as they move against yours, still dark and malty from his earlier choice of tea.

it only takes a moment for his previous caution to blossom into a fond conviction. it’s a gentle, tender sort of warmth that fills your chest when levi kisses you. the spread starts where you connect and flows through you entirely, even reaching right to the ends of your fingertips pressed against him, and the feeling cycles back to where it begins.

your other hand breaks from his hold and moves to his neck, sliding up through his undercut and entangling with his silken locks. a small noise escapes levi, and he has to pull away.

it’s hard to deny the smile that tugs on your cheeks. he has to look away to save himself from the obvious heat radiating off his face - you’re so close, he’s sure you can feel it.

in response, your head hangs, dropping until your forehead rests against his chest. a shy laugh leaves you, one that levi can’t help but follow with.

levi clears his throat and you bring your face back up to his. he’s torn between wanting to look at you and shielding his face from showing how flustered he is. this side of levi is soft and timid, and he’d only ever consider letting you in to see it. 

“i think you’re probably set,” he says, looking down to where his hands lie on your waist. he plays with the cotton cloth of your shirt, smoothing his thumbs over the seam.

“yeah,” you agree, brushing the hair back from his face. it makes him gulp. “thanks for all the help.”

that night, you leave his office assured with more than just your ability to dance a waltz.