#too bad! you think its hard to read my posts? i gotta live like this!

[astranauticus]

the rwd season 4 qna inspired me to start thinking about college au headcanons except a lot of these are gonna be really specific to my school and y'all are just gonna have to deal with that <3

Kyana feeds some of the school cats. she would feed all of them if she could

Dani smuggled Plug (the scrawniest black cat you've ever seen) into her dorm room illegally and somehow management hasn't caught her yet (based on a true story) (Kyana visits to see Plug all the time)

Finbar keeps an updated tier list of every canteen in the school with breakdowns of the best stalls/dishes for each

A senior from the school of engineering once said to me 'all the engineering people dress like rats cuz our classrooms don't have aircon' (context: tropics) anyway that's Dani

Kyana would probably be involved in a lot of freshman orientation events from second year onwards. she just likes talking to the new kids and giving them advice like she would be the kind of orientation group leader who'd get messages from her freshies asking about all kinds of random nonsense because she's made sure they know they can always contact her with questions

VR-LA is The Guy you go to for textbook pirating resources

(this is more of a 'wouldn't that be funny' but VR-LA is just Veerle's discord handle)

Docent is the name of VR-LA's old laptop that broke down so he gave it to Cassimere (computer engineering major he met once at a networking event) to fix except Cassimere got everything off the hard drive and then somehow managed to fuck it up Even More so he had to get a new laptop (and named it Emi)

Roy has gotten food poisoning from his dorm meal plan at least once (based on at least one true story)

The heap trio + Mandy would be those friends constantly playing majong in the dorm lounge and if all the majong tables are taken they just play in one of their dorm rooms on a towel to dampen the tile shuffling noises (it was Mandy's idea)

Every morning Dani goes to the drinks stall at her faculty and orders one iced coffee to the point where the stall owner starts preparing an iced coffee whenever they see her approach (based on my true story)

Roy would be one of those people who goes clubbing every other week and every time he tries to drag the rest of the heap trio and Egan almost always goes and Dani would go if she didn't have a good excuse but always begrudgingly. anyway Roy would always be the only one having a good time until Egan gets drunk enough to start having fun

Finbar actually uses the dorm kitchens instead of just buying canteen food and it always makes the hallways smell really good

Vhas also uses the dorm kitchen sometimes but like. one time i walked into the pantry on my floor and someone had left cut sweet potatoes and 2 eggs in an inch of water in a pan on the stove. that's Vhas

Kyana's constantly applying for overseas exchanges and international summer/winter school programmes. the world is large and she wants to see it!

Maxim's the definition of a hall phantom. you know he lives on your dorm floor because you pass him by in the hallways sometimes and literally nowhere else. sometimes you're not convinced that he actually exists

VR-LA and Maxim's friendship stems from them being from wildly different faculties (VR-LA's in STEM, Maxim's doing anthropology so arts/social sciences) but also having lots of weird interests they cant really bug anyone in their home faculties about

Elyse is in student government and every once in a while Finbar receives a series of angry texts about the newest idiocy she's had to put up with

MR-SN and AS-TR start a stargazing club together. other notable members include AS-TR's girlfriend E-DN, MR-SN's friend C-RA (the one who always volunteers to carry the heavy ass telescopes) and MR-SN's friend K-LB who he pestered into coming to fix one of the wonky scopes even though K-LB's actually in electrical engineering but he's the only engineering person MR-SN (an arts student) knows

oh and of course VR-LA joins because he genuinely just likes space (developing a crush on his club chairperson was not on his bingo card)

Kyana and E-DN were MMA sparring buddies at one point which is how she found out about the stargazing and joined immediately

honestly i can probably think of more but this post is fuckin long LMAO

#rolling with difficulty #'do not let the internet turn you into an american' i say as i make posts that can be understood by me and me only #i mean im not sorry about it this is my house #like my experiences are just gonna be extra incomprehensible because my countrys fuckin tiny so the target audience really is me and me onl #too bad! you think its hard to read my posts? i gotta live like this! #if i sound extra confrontational i got 5 hours of sleep for the whole week unfortunately so just know its all /lh more or less #really tempted to make some kind of business major joke for roy even though obviously the heap trio would all be in engineering #bc its just common knowledge in my school that business majors are the ones with the most free time to go clubbing all the damn time #and *also* theyre the faculty that dresses the best which also tracks?? #didnt really nail down specific majors for everyone (besides the obvious ones like food science for finbar and mech eng for dani) #but i kinda like the idea of cs for VR-LA because of that 'programmers are real world wizards' joke and also.. projecting #cs with focus area in AI would even make sense bc of docent and emi. if i want to make the projecting Even Worse! #also if i ever do human designs for the old crew (doubtful cuz i find drawing robots more fun than drawing humans) #look up sally hansen hypnautical nail polish bc i wanna give human AS-TR that as a nod to her original design #didnt really get into the fashion of it all bc again i live in the tropics so nobody really dresses well here #the goal is to dress to not sweat more often than it is dress to look good #hands down my favourite line in the cqna was noir's i thermoregulate through my forearms #so in the middle of summer i still wear all black and just roll up my sleeves #like thats ME. except its summer ALL YEAR ROUND #walao #asto speaks

[delightfulcollectivetyphoon]

WOOP WOOP guess whos baaaaaaack. anyways yeah. ik i promised knifeplay but I SWEAR ON PAPA HET it will be in the next part. only after reading did i realize how bad i am at writing p in v smut. please reply and reblog if you like my fic ! <3

warnings: extreme dubcon (like seriously im blurring the line between dub and non but like its all 100% consensual they're just roleplaying), p in v, hair pulling, squirting, dacryphilia, post-kink-action consent (again roleplaying a dubcon situation), pet names, i need to have his children *cough cough* i didn't say anything, james refers to reader as "my perfect little girl" not in a ped0ph1l1c way but like in size ykwim, morning-aftercare, soft!james (aaaaaa), fluff, he bathes her, food

dear fucking god this started to get really (really) dark but i stopped myself but lmk if u guys want dark stuff!<3

"Won't everyone else hear us?" you asked nervously.

"Ah no, they're all gettin' shitfaced at some bar probably."

You grinned at his remark and let him lead you to his room.

The walls were black wood panels running vertically. The paint was rubbed away at a few spots, and the furniture was just the same. A king-size bed lay in the middle, with the headboard touching the wall and the footboard jutting out just shy of the center of the room. There were two identical small dressers directly across from the bed, and a red easel mirror separating them. You let out a small gasp as you took in your surroundings. It truly was a gorgeous room, and you felt as if you desperately needed to live here. As you were distracted, James took the time to observe you, grinning at your child-like wonder. He too had been amazed at how beautiful it had been. He knew that he needed someone to share it with. One thing you noticed was that the headboard was made oddly; instead of one flat board of wood, it had been carved at the top into an ornate pattern, and the middle of it had a checkered cutout. You instantly knew that it wasn't just a headboard, it was specifically to be tied to. You swallowed hard, thinking about being tied up, unable to escape, forced to succumb to him, to let him have you in every way possible. He noticed your special interest in the bedframe and told you so.

"Yeah, I like it too. Its gotta be my favorite thing in the whole house," he spoke. He chuckled, then walked up to your back. He leaned down to whisper, "well, not my favorite thing." You sighed at being called his favorite thing. The thought that you could just be his toy drove you insane, whimpering for more. If he noticed your turmoil, he didn't show it. Instead, he backed away from you and fiddled with his pocketknife through the denim. He knew exactly what to do with it, he just had to do it. That was gonna be the tricky part. Once your mind left the room and focused back on James, you remembered what you were here for. For him. For the pleasure he would send shooting down every nerve in your body. You blushed at the thought of you cumming around him, screaming his name, growing more and more overstimulated as he chases his own high, not caring that you had reached yours first. You turned to face him, your heart nearly beating out of your ribcage.

"I'm ready."

He strode towards you, a smug look on his face.

"Tell me, what are you ready for?"

"...I...want you to fuck me. I was nervous before, in the woods, because I didn't know what this would be like, but I know I'll like it." You grinned as you leaned forward, standing on your toes to reach his lips. At first, he resisted, just to see how desperate you were. But one swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip convinced him. He grabbed the backs of your thighs, and you understood, allowing yourself to be hefted into his arms. You hooked your ankles together behind his back, you dug them in as you felt his cock, straining against the fabric. You loved the feeling of the rough material on your soft clit, but you remembered his rule. He pulled away. "I've been waiting for that. Waiting for you. Waiting, watching, I can never tell the difference." He dove down to your neck, licking at the bruises. He started towards the bed, gently laying you on the soft blanket. He began grinding himself against your thigh, thrusting wildly. After all, you had denied him earlier. However, he wasn't going to let himself go just yet. He detached himself from your throat as he pulled his cock back out of his jeans, still throbbing and angry from its ruined release. He moaned as he felt his hand tug his length, he needed to cum, and he needed it now.

"On your hands and knees, pretty girl."

You complied as you could feel the throbbing start between your legs again. Soon, you had your nose pressed into his bush again, and you were choking around him. He didn't offer words of encouragement this time. He wasn't going to wait any longer. He had an iron grip on your hair as he fucked your mouth. He was a grunting, sweaty mess by the time you could fell his head pulsing at the back of your throat. You tried to pull away again, to tease him again, but he was smarter this time, not letting you go. He continued until you could feel the hot, salty cum dripping down your throat, filling up your mouth. He came with a moan, the sound imprinting itself into your very soul, echoing in your ears. Once he had caught his breath, he tilted your head up, still holding your hair, and told you to open your mouth.

"Swallow."

You obeyed. You opened again to show him, and he grinned.

"Such a good slut for me, my little girl," he cooed as he stroked your sore scalp.

"Since you've been fairly good, you want me to fill up that tight little cunt? You want me to make you scream my name, cum all over me like the little whore you are?"

You moaned at his words and nodded, eyes clouded with lust. You were drunk. You hadn't touched a bottle since the concert, but you were drunk. On him, on the way he so lovingly degraded you, how you knew he would take care of you in the best ways, how he would love you in the worst.

"I want to be yours."

There it was. The look you had seen onstage, the wolf's glare as he stalks his prey. Those 5 words had transported him somewhere else. They made him someone else. Mine. The word rang through his head as he took you in. On your knees, hands folded in your lap, a lustful look on your face. You were almost made to be dominated. He decided he would make you obey. You would obey his every command. He would get what he wanted, no matter the cost. You were his. His little fucktoy. He grabbed your cheeks in one hand, earning a strangled gasp from you.

"You're gonna regret saying that sweetheart," he sneered as he pushed you on your back. You couldn't see him as you heard his clothing hit the floor, but you knew he would have the hottest body. He leaned forward, chain swinging from his neck just less than a foot above you. He positioned himself between your legs, and you instinctively wrapped them around him. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him as he inserted himself, but he wanted to be inside you as soon as possible. He needed to feel you practically split in two from his girth. He needed to see tears running down your cheek as you tried to distinguish pain from pleasure. His wish was granted as he locked hands with you, and slowly pushed himself inside. He watched as you tried to escape the stretch, the excruciating pain.

"Shhhh, I know, I know. It's gonna be okay," he said in a calming voice as you groaned through your teeth. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear and wiped a stray tear from your cheek. It was a few minutes before he bottomed out, but it felt like an hour. Every couple of inches or so, he would stop and let you adjust. It took all of his will to not slam right into you and rail you straight in oblivion. He knew damn well if he did, you wouldn't be able to walk properly for at least a couple weeks, and that wasn't even his ego talking. He continued to caress your cheek as he stared at your entrance, how nicely he stretched you. As soon as he could feel your wetness against his pelvis, he slowly pulled out, assuring you through the pain. He repeated his process several times, before you finally spoke up.

"Fuck me, please, faster" you half-whispered. More tears had accumulated at the corners of your eyes, spilling over the edge and collecting in your hair.

"It's gonna hurt for a few minutes, but I promise I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good. I promise." He slowly picked up his pace, careful to move in as straight a line as possible. He still held your hands in his own. He squeezed tighter as he pushed in, and slowly released as he came back out. You tried to remain as quiet as possible, but it was no use. The only sounds in the room were your moans, his pants, and your pelvis colliding with his. He would lean down and kiss you every once in a while, and could feel his tummy colliding with yours, which almost made you cum on the spot. You found pleasure in the way his bush brushed against your clit upon bottoming out. Your vision was foggy, your legs were almost numb. He was right. You were in pure fucking euphoria, and you hadn't even cum yet. You watched him watch himself drill into your hole. His eyes only left when you freed yourself of his grip and reached your hands around his neck, bringing him in, close enough so you could whisper.

"aa...aaaaa.... Jamie....fuck.... feel so fucking good......aaaaaaaa"

He threw his head back, reveling in the accelerated pleasure. Your whimpers and moans, badly masked, pushed him way closer to the edge than they should've. You could feel the coil tightening, looking at the sweat running down his forehead, arms locked and flexed, the only thing keeping him upright. The way his chain bounced against his chest, even shinier with sweat. You came right then and there, squirting all over his abdomen and thighs. You nearly passed out. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you convulsed, the hot liquid taking him by surprise.

"Ah fuck yeah.... just like that....thats my good girl.....fuck"

He began to rub at your clit, sending you into overdrive, making you clench as hard as possible. You screamed as he came, coating your walls. He only fucked you faster. He held onto your waist, bruising the skin, His moans were the only thing keeping you conscious.

"Fuck, thats my good fucking girl.........so fucking perfect...... fuck baby.."

He craned his neck, trying to focus on anything, anything other than your fucked-out features. He knew that the second he laid eyes on you, he would cum again. He pulled out just in time, groaning at the loss of stimulation. Your eyes were glazed over as you reached for him, pulling him into a bear hug. You cried into his shoulder as your walls fluttered around the mix of your cum. You could feel it leaking out as he pulled you upright, pressing kisses all over your face, licking the stray tears away. He stroked your back as you both caught your breath, recovering from your brain-melting orgasms.

"You were so good for me. So perfect. My perfect little girl."

You basked in his praise, still unable to fully form words, let alone sentences. You smiled up at him as he stroked your hair.

"Well, I don't know about you, but a bath sounds pretty damn good right about now." You nodded at him as he looked to you for an answer. He smiled softly and stood, walking to the bathroom across the hall. As soon as you heard water running, you fell asleep. You weren't sure how long you had slept, but the sun was shining through the window when you awoke. You tried to sit up, but your core throbbed. As soon as the pain washed over you, you remembered what had happened the night before. Ohmigod. After finding a massive t-shirt, you limped out of the bedroom. You didn't know where the kitchen was, but after exploring, you had finally found it. James was sitting down, eating a bowl of cereal and some eggs. He smiled as you entered the room. You offered him a grin as you slowly sat next to him, holding in a groan as you hit the chair. He put an arm around you, which you gladly accepted, and snuggled into his chest, almost falling asleep again.

"How are you feeling?"

"Feels like you're still in me," you grumbled. You winced as the words left your mouth. You had screamed yourself hoarse last night. His hand ran up and down your arm, trying to ease at least some pain. He chuckled at the remark.

"Well, was it worth it?"

You looked up, unsure of his question.

"What do you mean?"

"Whatever you think it means. Regrets?"

"None," you whispered as you kissed his cheek. A few minutes passed, which you filled with sharing his cereal.

"Oh, uh by the way, I ran a bath last night because I wasn't sure if you had any more energy left for it, but the offer still stands."

"Ugh, fine," you teased as you made your way to the bathroom. You were just reaching for the faucet, when you heard footsteps behind you. James pulled you back by the waist, placing you by the door.

"Nuh uh. I'm doing this. You just work on brushing your hair. I'll wash it, and your body too, if you want. You need to rest."

Your heart almost shattered at how caring he was. You couldn't stop grinning as you ran his brush through your hair. When you were done, you took off the shirt and slowly climbed in. The water was hot enough that you immediately went limp and groaned. God, this was amazing. It soothed your skin, made all the pain drift away like smoke in the wind.

"I don't think I've seen anyone enjoy a bath as much as you," he taunted. You opened your eyes to find him on his knees in front of the tub, hands resting on his thighs.

"Shut up, Hetfield," you smiled.

He held up his hands in defense, laughing. After what only felt like a few minutes of idle chit-chat, he began to pump shampoo into his hands, working up a lather. You pulled the shower curtain back farther and lifted your head off the edge of the tub, to give him better access. As soon as his hands began massaging your scalp, you felt a wave of contentment settle over you. You shifted so that your back was to him. He grabbed a towel off the shelf and put it against the side of the tub so you could lean your head back. He didn't care that he was getting soapy water all over his pants, he was just happy that you were happy. He continued massaging your head in silence. He could've sworn you fell asleep more than once, just while he was shampooing. He guided your head up, grabbed the sprayer, and, while holding a washcloth over your eyes, so as to not get any soap in them, rinsed your hair. He moved on to conditioner, brushing through your hair as he did so. He left the conditioner to settle as he lightly ran a loofa over your body, being extra careful around your labia and vulva. He could still see his handprints on your ass, and tracing them, asked, "do these still hurt?"

"They're just a little sore, but you can wash them."

He slowly ran the loofa across your ass, slightly proud that they were still there. He kept that to himself and carried on. Once you had been rinsed off, he helped you out of the tub and dried you off. He guided you to the bedroom, where he pulled a bag from under the bed.

"This morning, I drove down to a Walmart a few miles out and got you some stuff."

He pulled out a fresh pair of panties, and some pajamas.

"I figured we could just have a day in, if you have nothing else to do."

Your heart felt like it was going to erupt at any second. You teared up as you approached him. He could see your emotion and reached out his arms. He embraced you, running a hand through your hair, as you cried into his shoulder. You hadn't had this type of treatment from past lovers, and you never expected him to do all this for you. Especially when you thought this was just a one-night stand.

"What is it?"

"No one's ever done this for me. You're the first. The bath, the clothes. You're just so sweet, even to a one-night stand."

He looked confused as you spoke the last three words.

"Do you want this to be a one-night stand? 'Cause I don't."

"Are you sure?"

"Pff, why would I not be?"

You simply buried your face back in his chest. You stood like that for a few minutes, glad to have this time with him.

You eventually pulled away, unpackaging your clothes. You slid on the underwear and pajamas. He led you to the living room and sat you on the sofa. He went back to the kitchen, grabbing the snack foods he had gotten from Walmart. He came back out with a couple of boxes of cereal, some milk, some candy, and a massive tub of Moose Tracks ice cream. You snatched the ice cream and a spoon as soon as he set them down. He grabbed the second spoon, and you both worked on the tub as you watched trashy reality TV. God, this man was perfect.

#WHEW #james hetfield #papa het #i need this man in ways that would get me on a watchlist #ANYWAYS #james hetfield smut #papa het smut

[retroactivebakeries]

The Scriptures of the Maidens as Dril Tweets

The Eternal Maiden: pissed off by the idea of my ass becoming grass The Desirable Maiden: drunk driving may kill a lot of people, but it also helps a lot of people get to work on time, so, it;s impossible to say if its bad or not, The Maiden at Sea: (witnessing the flaming wreckage of a 6-car pile up) ah. Respect. More power

The Maiden Entombed: my grave is just a huge tv displaying videos of me doing parkour in hell and it makes all the other graves look like shit The Maiden and Shadow: who the fuck is scraeming 'LOG OFF' at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off Lover and Maiden: damn it to piss. my wife replaced all of my anti-wife reading materials with Pro-Wife bullshit The Hunted Maiden: (dismissing waitress handing me the check with a hand wave) no thank you. i dont believe in any of that The Bride: i lvoe and cherish all of the girls of this site, and other websites. you all become my wife more and more with each passing day. Thank you The Dancer: my watch beeps whwich means its time to stand in front of my ex-wife's house and play "Hit THe Road Jack" while dacning and licking her mail The Desperate Maiden: ive signed a 1 Month Pact w/ my wife which grants her the right to viciously berate me online, as long as she watches & supports my Stream's The Clay Maiden: (playing russian roullette and its my turn) hasta the vista mother fucker (shoots the other guy The Drowning Maiden: joke's on you; i actually love being body slammed by one dozen perfect wrestlers. and my mouth isn't filled with bloodm, it's victory wine The Maiden on the Shelf: strongest blade in the world, howeve,r it is so fragile as to shatter when handled by any force other than the delicate touch of a lesbian . The One-Handed Maiden: BOSS TELLS ME I CAN KISS MY FERRETS AT WORK, BUT NO OPEN MOUTH. I PUNCH THE FLOOR SO HARD HIS SCREEN SAVER DEACTIVATES The Maiden at War: astrally projecting my brain into antifa head quarters and memorizing their combat patterns is the easiest shit i have ever done in my life That Old Thing: if someone posts something that is good then i will look at it and think its good. Simple The Savory Maiden: Your replies have been simply Fire. Love the energy but please do keep any talk of boiling me alive to a minimum as that is against the law The Maiden in Terror: big bird was obviously just a man in a suit. but the other ones were too small to contain men. so what the fuck The Maiden in Chains: i was tricked into sending $100000 to a man claiming to be DB Coopers son. and not a single one of my followers even bothered dialing 911 Absence: no The Maiden and the Dust: so long suckers! i rev up my motorcylce and create a huge cloud of smoke. when the cloud dissipates im lying completely dead on the pavement The Maiden and the Scythe: people come up to me and say, "I will never use the bathroom. I will never shit" and i gotta tell them pal, sooner or later youre gonna shit The Maiden's Promise: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers try to tell me that im dying The Expectant Maiden: as far as im concerned the best revenge is ordering wolf piss online & pouring it into soneones car. "living well" is too hard The Maiden and the Road: obliviously driving m y car through chernobyl , absorbing lethal anmounts of radiation while looking for cute girls

[a-sad-machine]

The Truth (part one)

So as a nice anon once asked for it, here is the first part of my thoughts on which people would find out the truth in the friendly!Impostor sagau, and how/why they managed to do so! :D

 i will probably split this up into multiple posts bc i am kinda new to writing, and also im probably just gonna do general stuff now and specifics later (i really gotta figure out how to work on my posts n stuff as well, i dont even know how to do the ‘read more’ thing qwq)

Mondstadt

so first off the city we all began in, cuz its easy to start with uwu

the ones whomst i think would notice that you are actually the real creator: albedo, eula, kaeya, lisa, rosaria, mona, and maybe venti

albedo, eula, kaeya, lisa and rosaria know because they’re all pretty observant, weather it’s because of their instincts and knowledge ganed throughout their lives (eula, lisa and rosaria) or their paranoia born from wanting to protect their home from themself and/or outside forces (albedo and kaeya)

mona would know because of her ability to see the future, she probably tried looking into yours once and suddenly saw the devine creator on their throne, not hard to connect the dots at that point

i think all the archons would know something is off about you from the moment they meet you, thought they’d take different amounts of time to realise what exactly is going on. I believe venti would be the second of the current archons to know, only beated my the archon of knowledge herself. Afterall, he is all about freedom and creativity, so he has an open mind as to why he feels so weird about you, which leads him to the truth earlier than the other archons

the ones who would think something is suspicious, but either wouldnt think of you as the creator or not have proof woud be: amber, bennett, diluc, and jean

diluc and jean notice because they’re also quite observant, thought they are too devoted to the creator to actually think of you being the real one as a solid theory. they might have spend some moments thinking about it, but dismissed it just a few seconds later

amber and bennett are a special case. they mostly notice because of the time they spend with you. i imagine as an outrider and experienced adventurer amber spends a lot of time showing you the best spots of mondstadt. during these times there are bound to be moments where you are just too lucky, which add up to make her question if you are really just a blessed human, or even more. bennett has kind of the same thought process, but mostly since you are able to protect him from all the incidents his bad luck causes. you can’t just be a normal human, anyone else would’ve already gotten badly hurt being around you! maybe you’re just really special, blessed by the creator to be even able to be near him wtihout any unfortunate incidents.

the ones that are too devoted to find anything off with you are: barbara, noelle and succrose

barabara of course is fully devoted to her archon and the church of the divine creator. the thought of Impostor-chan lying or posing as you would never even crossed her mind, since they could never lie to their followers like that (you did tho lol)

noelle is very similar, though less focused on the church and more on just wanting to please people. she has never been able to say no, and probably went to church at leat every sunday to attend the ceremonies in your name. so it’s hard to connect such an unreachable and seemingly perfect being to you, who doesn’t even know how to survive in the wilderness and always returns from expeditions covered in dirt with a smile on their face

sucrose might seem weird at first because she is more into science, but she believes that this is all part of your grand plan. her experiments are only using what was given by the divine creator after all! So while she might like you for your likeness to the ‘divine being’, it takes a while for her to see past the surface and see you for your actual self

the ones that either don’t care or don’t really seem religious are: diona, fischl, klee and razor

diona and klee are honestly just wayyyyyy too young to really care about religion too much. they’re more interested in blowing up fish or creating a horribly tastig drink, so when they meet you, they don’t have too much of an opinion about the divine creator, and just see you as another fun and slightly reckless adventurer

fischl has too much of a chunibyo syndrome. she has always been enraptured in her own fantasy, which didn’t leave too much room for the divine creator. though she has made up a few scenarios with you in mind, they’re all outlandish enough to never connect to you, which means she will adress you as another one of her followers (and freak out if she ever realises who you actually are)

razor just simply doesn’t really know about you. his lupical taught him of a divine being that created all of the lands, far and near, even those which he and the wolves live in! but he thought that the being would be another wolf like andrius, not a human like you, though you do smell kind of strange... he might not think too much of it thought, since he doesn’t know too much of humans yet

(so uh, yeah! hope this kinda was a good thing to read for ppl! if y’all have any requests or questions, send ‘em in and i’ll try to answer to the best of my ability! :D thanks for reading if you’ve even gotten to this point!!)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin sagau #genshin sagau x reader #friendly impostor sagau #mondstadt #im not gonna tag every character bc i dont want to fill up their tags lol #mondstadt x reader #gn reader

[beecanons]

HI, SORRY, COULD YOU DO MAYHE LIKE A SMALL SHORT HEADCANON LIST KF THE KOMBAT KIDS WITH A READER THAT STIMMS?? LIKE, CASSIE, TAKEDA, JACQUI, AND KUNG JIN, SEPERATE? IM SO SORRY FOR REQUESTIJG SO MUCH, IGNORE THIS IF YOUR WORKIJG TOO MUCH!!! HAVE A GOOD DAY!! :>

hi as a note for the future, please dont send us asks in all caps. its startling to see it show up suddenly as we read it as yelling and it can be hard to process the words when in all caps. /info

but! heres a few headcanons with mk next genners an a stimming reader!

Cassie Cage with a reader who stims!

she gives you gum she's always got some especially if chewing is one of your stims shes got a pack of gum just in case just for you

she found out it was stimming by accidentally being mean "can you stop that? its getting annoying" "youre stimming? oh, my bad, nevermind"

she probably has stims of her own but doesnt realize it will catch on to hers after she's started catching onto yours

gets curious about what counts as a stim for you "hey you keep doing that thing with your hands, is that a stim too?"

the next person to make fun of, mock or otherwise be rude to you about your stims gets the cassie special she lives by the phrase "talk sht get hit" of course she'll snap a few quips before it gets that far but she's not letting anyone bother her partner let alone let anyone make you feel insecure about it

expect teasing about how cute some of your stims are esp if you get excited or happy and stim, those are the cutest.

Jacqui Briggs with a reader who stims!

much like cassie she'll tease you about stims she thinks are cute "aawe i love it when flap your hands"

if you like things that light up for visual stim reasons she will use it as an excuse to show off her gauntlets like the gif above girls very proud of them, shes cool like her dad

if you ask she'll let you play with her hair youre probably one of if not the only person she'll let touch her hair not counting her dad.

she didnt need to ask when she first noticed your stims she just knew

if anyone tries mocking your stims they get the stare unlike cassie who will be the loud and aggressive type shes the quiet intimidating type she will intervene if she needs too

most likely person to have some sort of fidget or stim toy on hand

however she will ask you to stim another way if youre a pen clicker. the clicking noise of buttons gets on her nerves really fast "its bad enough i already gotta listen to cassie popping bubblegum, babe"

bzz i can probably do the other two in a seperate post if you'd like!

i wasnt expecting mortal kombat to be what brought more attention to my blog bzz /pos

#headcanons #headcanon blog #headcanon #hc request #bees hc #requested hc #answered requests #mortal kombat #mortal kombat hc #mortal kombat headcanons #mk hc #mk headcanons #mk cassie cage #mortal kombat cassie #cassie cage #jacqui briggs #mk jacqui briggs #mortal kombat jacqui #stim hc #stim headcanons #x reader headcanons #x stimming reader #reader who stims #cassie cage x reader #jacqui briggs x reader

[twothpaste]

For the meme!! Duster :D

First impression: I remember liking Duster a lot when I first played M3. The way the game gets you into his perspective at the start of Chapter 2 is really impactful… Wess shouting at him and degrading him, while he just loyally stands there and takes it without a fuss. And the care with which he's animated - always limping (even in his Pigmask disguise), takin' a deep breath before using Wall Staples, spinnin' his bass around when he performs - was endearing & impressive from day 1. I don't recall having any profound thoughts or headcanons about him, but I was glad to play with such a unique party member!

Impression now: I fuckin' love him. A man of such humble highs and lows. He goes from being a cooped-up undersocialized abuse victim to a rockstar celebrity to a world-saving hero, and does it all in the most gentle unassuming manner imaginable. What I think is most special & sad & remarkable about Duster is how painstakingly selfless he is. Dude who will drop literally everything on the spot to do what's asked of him, to help a neighbor in need, to look after a kid who needs him. Putting everyone else first, to such an admirable extent - and to such a dramatic fault. He was denied any sense of self worth growing up, which creates this fascinating & tragic double-edge. He doesn't know how to be kind to himself, but by god, he'll do right by others even if it kills him.

Favorite moment: When he plays with DCMC one last time at New Pork City. It's loads of fun, and so fucking sweet. His bandmates are overjoyed to see him, Lucas & Kuma are delighted to hear him perform again, everyone's gathered to listen. OJ tells him afterwards they could never replace him - DCMC's not complete without its bassist. I imagine he starts to realize here how genuinely loved he is. That he's not just a vessel for positive action, but a crucial part of the communities he loves! And a beloved & worthy person in his own right!!

Idea for a story: There is something very existentially haunting about how Duster's the only Tazmilian who's had his memories wiped twice. Dude's lived three separate lives - four if the post-amnesiac epic adventure Duster we play with from Chapter 5 onwards counts as another. I gotta wonder how he reconciles his identity, especially after (presumably) recovering his White Ship memories sometime postgame. I like to imagine he's content to settle down as a musician first n' foremost, donning his stage name when he performs. But god knows what kinda horrors he witnessed, growing up in a world on the brink of apocalypse. And how he might convey this to his bandmates, who must have their own wild timetravel backstories to grapple with. And how he settles back into a village where he used to be a total black sheep. And how he carves out a new life for himself as an independent adult, after Wess deprived him of agency for so long. Just seems like there's a quite a few disparate Dusters for future Duster to sort out!

Unpopular opinion: My man is thirty or forty years old. Can scarcely fathom him younger. I put him at 37 post-timeskip, myself.

Favorite relationship: Hard to place which is my favorite, so I'll do a few. His situation with Wess makes me ache so bad. Some folks interpret Wess more charitably, which I can see & respect, but I personally read him as pretty explicitly abusive. The fact Wess does have commendable traits too, though, and that he & Duster do seem to care for each other deep down, complicates things in such a realistic way. Duster's not the sorta person to write off his aging father, despite how badly Wess has hurt him and let him down. Wess does love his son, but might be too stubborn to truly change his ways. Where do they go from there? Who's to say, but it makes my chest hurt. I love to imagine the way Duster treats Lucas & Kuma is in stark contrast to his upbringing. That he's endlessly patient with these kids, even at their weakest and worst. 'Cause he knows exactly how it feels to be berated & chastised for failure. I also think his time with DCMC feeds into that. Like, they taught him to play bass n' perform n' everything - surely it didn't come easy for an amnesiac with no prior social skills or musical talents. He learned patience and care from them. The thought of his new friends treating him gently for the first time, and Duster not remembering any other life, is so fuckin' sweet to me. Agh.

Favorite headcanon: He likes wearing Hawaiian shirts. He's dating OJ - let these gay men be mundane, middle-aged, and schlubby as hell. His postgame hobbies include sailing and, yes, again, smoking mad pot.

#thank youuuu #ask tag #2thtalks

[impostorsshow]

Happy New year everyone! I'm aware my post is late since I am 1 making this post 10 minutes after the New Year started, and also I live in one of the later timezones. However, I wanted to share that as a part of this new year, I've made a resolution; [obligatory read more since editing me has decided this is kinda long]

My resolution is to defeat [not 100%] every Zelda game that I have a copy of or aqquire this year. I think it's a task I can actually do and isn't too far off into impossible land, and to kick it off I spent the entirety of today completing [the first quest] of the original NES Zelda, in one sitting [like its meant to be] and abusing savestates every frame because I don't have very good control over mobility in games god help me if I play a precision platformer like ever. Anyway, completing this game is a very big deal to me, since I normally have a Very Big Issue with actually seeing the end of the game, and on top of that, it's a very hard game that i have held on a pedastal for years, and will continue to do so. I had to use my damn Zelda encyclodia and a guide to skip 70% of the final dungeon, too, though im nowhere near ashamed of that.

Here's proof for my own sake, as well as a few doodles, zelda related things in the encyclopedia that i may or may not do a redraw of later, and just general things that make me happy in my camera roll to start the new years off with some positivity. Remember kids, you don't gotta celebrate shit if it makes you feel bad, but make sure to take as much positivity as you can, however and whenever its avaliable, feeling happy is the difference behind surviving and living. If you don't have a new years resolution or are scared/dislike having one, that's okay and don't let anyone pressure you into that stuff! Just make sure your safe,stable and as happy as you can manage in your current situation.

You can tell this recording is mine because I never upgraded my bombs /j

#talk talks #important #zelda ranch dip #on a technicality #i saw a drawing of ravio and its the Only official art ive seen of his hood that i think looks cute so im gonna redraw it #i also want to learn how to digital paint but eh if i dont get around to it its okay. i got time everyone's got time #on nights like these i feel happy in like the “lets go sit outside under the stars and talk about our bad feelings so we dont have to think #of them anymore. lets trade thoughts and hopeful wishes in a hope they might come true“ yknow? its a nice #oh shit wait right yeah thats hust how feeling calm is like 90% of the time i can feel my chest being tight with anxiety #im a very anxious person but anxiety dont help anyone so you probably wouldnt know until like. i have a heart attack or something ive been #waiting on that to happen since i was 14 dude. ah dammit calm is over anyway happy new years! stay safe!

[lyxthen]

Extremely mildly niche academic-ish rambling ahead. Might wanna skip this one. It is long and boring

One thing that does make me happy is the Latinoamerican Literary Boom was so big it actually went on to be translated in other languages. There are still authors that I feel need to have their works translated (mostly women, I wonder why) but many of the video essayist I watch keep mentioning Borges in their videos, and truly I can't blame them because his work is rad. I don't know about him as a person but he lives 30 layers of post ironic meta fantasy or some shit like that. Cortazar is really cool also. In terms of living authors I really like Juan Villoro, his writing style is very fun. The Wild Book is a children's book about literary theory, like, Theory of Reception, Death of the Author, stuff like that. It was a really fun read as a child but the themes are interesting as well.

I feel like, I don't know, it's so hard to find Latin American fantasy books these days, or at least they are not as available. The YA genre is dominated by books originally writen in English or on books written in Spain (think Laura Gallego, which I just found out has a Netflix series made out of her most famous series of novels, but I am derailing) with the exception of Benito Taibo, who is Mexican, and has one (1) high fantasy trilogy that is kinda mid. The ideas were great, but they could've been expanded, you know? Camino a Sognum had so much potential, and you can *see* that it was inspired by classic epic fantasy like Earthsea, but it needed some more *spark* to actually work. I have not read Normal Person, but I plan to. Maybe it is better made?

And it's funny, because a book like Mexican Gothic, that was written in English, is so darn good! But only if you read it *in English* because the Spanish translation did this thing where they try to "neutralize" the accent and manerismd of the characters to make it appeal to the wider Spanish-speaking world and it doesn't sound or feel Mexican at all.

I am not sure where I am going with this. I have been discovering the local literary scene lately (and I mean *local*, like city-wide local) and it is mostly so boring because no one is writing fantasy! No magic realism! It's all kind of depressing dwellings on how we are being gentrified and indigenous people keep being oppressed by the mestizo majority and corporations and the goverment keep stealing the land to make Coca Cola and we are dying of diabetes and we don't got water and Capitalism sucks. LIKE I AGREE BUT CAN YOU PUT FAIRIES IN THERE OR SOMETHING. And I guess that's why I've never wanted to read Cómo Agua para Chocolate, because it is just *too real*, cuz it's a story I know by memory and I don't wanna live it all over again verbatim. Probably a great book, but I just cannot.

I don't know man idk idk.

The funniest think about this is that my favorite book ever (like actually, for real) is a children's book, written from the perspective of the imaginary friend of a child, and it is so gracefully narrated, and the characters so well constructed, and it touches real problems like Teen Pregnancy and Childhood Depression and Anxiety while also managing to be funny and whimsical? The very premise of the book (memories of an almost true friend, it's called) is already so creative and the execution is masterful. BUT I AM THE ONLY GUY ON PLANET EARTH THAT SEEMS TO KNOW ABOUT ITS EXISTENCE ITS DRIVING ME INSANE.

Where was I going with this. Ah yes. Youtubers talking about Borges. Well. Um. I. I think imma translate some of my own texts to English and put them on Wattpad or something. They are not the kind of thing Wattpad people are into but I gotta archive them somewhere and doing it on AO3 feels wrong since they aren't fan works. And on that note, I also wanna write more fan works.

Ugh I could be writing an essay but you got me writing a Tumblr post. What is wrong with me. I'm too bad at word weaving.

Aaaa (??????

Thoughts?

Help

I did take my meds today BTW. I don't know what is happening to me I just wanna WRITE ok I LOVE WRITING BUT WHY MUST I DO TUMBLR INSTEAD OF MY PASSIONS?

Oi I'll end it there

[redwayfarers]

Do what degree did you intend your OC to be canon-compliant? Did you end up sticking to this or did you veer off into unforeseen territory over time?

i see you've been reading my baby tags lmao also hi!! ty for dropping by!!

i say that bc you did ask for a very certain criticism i have of ffxiv. and that has led me into very unforeseen territories over time. and while i don't do negativity posts, i gotta say that i'm not a huge fan of how canon wol is characterized in the story? they're too stoic head nods + being pushed around + no voice (both in terms of not being voiced, which i feel like gw2 has spoiled me for a bit; the commander, your pc, is voiced except for living world seasons 1 and 2 but even then, they're not stoic head nods as the wol is and in terms of not having, well, a say in what happens to them) and i just don't really like that? i get that this is a personal preference, and i'm not saying this is bad per se, but it's just not for me?

that all led to me having a bit of a hard time finding a wol. like, sure, i made nika, i had a character concept in mind (that changed so fucking much lemme tell you that) but i just wasn't buying the fact that he, the way he just doesn't really care for grander principles on their own, would do what arr has the wol doing, so i had him be just some guy. just some guy in eorzea doing his thing and the wol is someone else saving the world.

then it occurred to me i can make my own canon as i see fit, and once i did that, wol!nika made much more sense, and actually became the canon. most of the changes i made are related to how other characters relate to him, which is its own post, but essentially he views the scions more as colleagues than necessarily friends, barring minfilia and thancred. i think people would be hesitant to open up to him about stuff.

basically this game brings out all my chaotic neutrals and chaotic evils. i'm playing with the idea of what would happen if your hero, the warrior of light, was actually not that good of a person and the warrior of darkness was arguably the better person of the two? what would happen if your hero wasn't all that interested in being heroic and actually is very bitter about the role thrust upon him?

the writing got better from heavensward onward, i started enjoying the storyline a lot more, but this impression of a chaotic evil nika stayed and we have who we have today! and honestly, i wouldn't have him any other way. he may not be the most likeable, but he is fun.

tl;dr he was never a canon compliant character, but the way in which he is canon compliant changed wildly since i started playing <3

#nero plays ffxiv #ask game #nika perseis #ty for the ask! #i suppose some background nika creation lore #i had to stop myself from talking about gw2. like man that game is everything to me #and it's shaped a lot of my tastes in mmos #so this may be bias from me #but it is what it is

[wretcheddthing]

7 Comfort Movies

i was tagged by @cuteallo and i’m Watching you.

1) The Mummy (1999): We Know. If you know me you know this. Hold on I’m going to go take a picture of my bumper sticker (you know the one)

I have a poster hanging up in my room. It’s my all time most favorite movie Ever. Plus it just feels like a love letter to classic Universal monsters which I didn’t really Get until my good buddy Jamie got me interested in the history of it while I was doing research for my old radio show. Some of the creative choices and definitely the horror elements were so precisely implemented to mimic classic horror set tropes, like how the moon is always huge and bright and a little too big. And it’s SO quotable. RIDDLED with problems, but Roger Ebert said it best, “There is hardly a thing I can say in its favor, except that I was cheered by nearly every minute of it. I cannot argue for the script, the direction, the acting or even the mummy, but I can say that I was not bored and sometimes I was unreasonably pleased.“

2) Howl’s Moving Castle: I don’t think I need to explain this one. It’s a movie that Radiates comfort. I watched it at least a couple times back to back the last time i got sick.

3) Atlantis: The Lost Empire: This movie is directly responsible (in conjunction with The Mummy and Uncharted) for a full cast of OCs. This movie is part of the reason I’ve taken so many archaeology courses and helped out at a dig site last summer. also in conjunction with the mummy and uncharted

4) Mamma Mia: it reminds me of my mom ;-; i grew up with ABBA because of her, she took me to see this in theaters when it came out. she lives a couple states away now and is currently utilizing her retirement to spend a month abroad and i miss her very much. will probably watch this later

5) Brave: I made myself sad bc i miss my mom. This is one I took her to see in theaters, and let me tell you were there not other people in the theater i would have been openly sobbing. Also it’s just a damn fine movie. It came out around the time I was deeply interested in archery and i am partially Scottish so on the surface it seemed right up my alley. but then the story got me and i cannot watch it without crying

6) Zombieland: Stealing this one from Teagan because hard same. Found family, zombies, reminiscent of Left 4 Dead. Good memories with that game playing it with my older sibling on their XBox 360 whenever they came up to visit :) Also it’s SO HARD to find decent zombie shit now!!! no one gets it! nobody gets it anymore they’re all like “the people are the real monsters” NO. THAT’S NOTHING. THAT’S NOT INTERESTING. USE ZOMBIES AS THE METAPHORICAL TOOL THEY ARE TO ELEVATE HUMAN STORIES. COWARDS.

7) The Martian: It’s my favorite book of all time and as far as movie adaptations go I really don’t think it’s that bad. Mark Watney’s gotta be one of the characters ever made. I read this book every single year now because I related to it at a time I really needed to (see: high school) and the movie is pretty faithful imo. Look I have a drawing for it

anyways i think i made this post too long and i would say it’s bc i’m a film minor but i didn’t say anything really insightful about any of these movies i just like to talk i’m tagging @gilarroyo @olliesaurus-rex @prioriincantatemx @elliewilliams @adairable-dirks @jamiechanga​ and whosoever wishes to participate

#personal #tag games #tagged as me #friends #long post #also i see your tags teagan you are absolutely correct i would GET YOU for including before sunrise #*pointing* linklater stan

[cartwheellou]

Miraculous Fic Rec of Underrated Stories Pt. 1

I read too much fanfiction. In efforts to slow myself down ive decided to start a rec series. These are all the stories ive read that are not my top recs, but definitely underrated. Give them some love!

Jealousy, Jealousy by MyFairKatie

Oneshot, 2k

Adrien takes it upon himself to make Lila as jealous of Marinette as he possibly can—which may or may not lead to him blurting out that they are dating.

Whoops.

Not labeled as crack but definitely crack. Or at least, I take it as such given the liberties taken with the characterization. I think its funny and the lila takedown is refreshingly different amidst the large body of preexisting lila takedown fics.

Emergency Contact by CoffeeBanana

Complete, 18k, 4 chap

When Marinette invites Adrien to live with her temporarily while she recovers from an injury, she thinks the hardest part is going to be hiding her feelings from him. But Adrien's idea of being helpful might go...a little overboard.

Some solid post reveal pre relationship adrienette. I like the emphasis on communication. Theyre adults and have already defeated hawkmoth, so its a chill dynamic.

Imposter Syndrome by highspeedearth

Oneshot, 2k

Impostor Syndrome: when you believe it is only a matter of time before they find out you don't know what you are doing.

Marinette had a bad day, and this time transforming into Ladybug doesn't help.

Chat Noir plucks her off the Eiffel Tower for a pep talk.

Hurt/comfort for sure, but i really like the angle. Written pre season 4, so when it discusses marinette under stress, its not from a guardian angle. It lets the characters really think about how their perceptions of what their bodies are capable of have changed due to holding a miraculous, and the tone of the story is very nice. Almost slice of lifeish? This could be inserted into canon and break nothing, while still being meaningful. Nice read

the wonderful part of the mess that we made by heresie_irisee

Oneshot, 13k

They knew.

They knew, and there would be no magical reset button for the memories they'd made today. She'd have to see him at school every day, and she'd see the Chat in him, as surely as he'd see the Ladybug in her.

They remember the events of oblivio au. I highly enjoy stories where learning each others identities does not lead to a no-discussion lovefest. This is a great marinette pov of her overthinking everything and questioning the validity of her feelings. No salt is thrown in the process and its a nice feelings analysis and resolution.

Missed me, Missed me (Now You Gotta Kiss Me) by orphan_account

Oneshot, 5k

When last minute plans come up, Chat Noir leaves the country for two weeks. Ladybug finds she misses him far more than she thought she would.

One word: ladynoir. Story ignores ladybug falling in love with chat, just jumps straight there. Its just 5k of pining guys. Their interaction is funny, gotta love the ladynoir quips. And the author LEAVES THE STORY AT THE WORST (BEST) PLACE ARKRGOGMGNGKDKSD

Plagg and the Variety Cheese Pack by quicksilversquared

Oneshot, 5k

Plagg can sniff out cheese anytime, anywhere. It's a special talent of his. But it can get him in trouble as well.

When Marinette buys a variety cheese pack for Chat Noir, Plagg sniffs it out and ends up accidentally going home with her. Will he get back to Adrien before the next akuma attack?

(Probably not)

Hijinks and shenanigans, unsurprisingly. Plagg-centric, which is great cause he (and the kwamis in general) deserve more love. I like how adrien circumnavigates plaggs eccentricities and how its funny in the story, while not ragging too hard on plagg for being difficult.

your lips are meant to be kissed by zimtlein

Oneshot, 12k

During a tipsy evening, Adrien kisses Marinette’s forehead.

Understandably enough, Marinette has a complete meltdown.

Explicit story, rated 18 and up. Post reveal. Marinette is hilariously thirsty throughout all of this, and her only barrier is herself. Vibes a bit like a slow burn despite being a oneshot. Despite the tag, i would definitely catagorize this as a pwp.

Lighten up by PurpleRose244

Oneshot, 6k

Take the high road, do not intervene. That was what Adrien said, to his friend and to himself.

Then again, Chat Noir said none of that. And he really didn't like seeing Marinette sad.

Lila takedown story + identity reveal. Set at a fancy christmas party. Hits all the right beats without any salt or out of nowhere identity revelation. I think its pretty in character and trim, albiet ignoring canons problems with identity reveals.

Unwise by GalahadWilder

Incomplete, 4k, 2 chap

Ladybug is exhausted, and Chat convinces her to finally start bringing on the temp wielders permanently.

Unfortunately for Chat's poor kitty brain, she chooses to use that opportunity to set up Multimouse with Aspik.

He is SO SCREWED.

Unlikely to be finished, so just treat it like a oneshot. But its got some lovely ladynoir interaction, ladybug and chat noir actually in an equal partnership, some mouse!marinette, and some bee!adrien, desipte what the summary says. I think that matchup makes way more sense, so its cool to see it. I love vipermouse, its just like adrienette except even sillier and more fabricated complications.

Thats it for now! I may try to link future rec lists together :3 well see how well i can navigate tumblr interface

#miraculous underrated recs #miraculous ladybug #mlb fanfic #fanfic rec

[homenecromancer]

I’m absolutely not getting into it because I no longer have college-student levels of energy to write posts all day, but I sometimes find myself in the Dune tag looking wistfully at a post like. Hey. Nice thoughts, I appreciate your willingness to engage with a text on a deeper level. However. Before we can engage on the same plane, you gotta go read Frank Herbert’s Wikipedia page and at least one science fiction story by Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke, or Robert Heinlein. Then come back and we can talk.

There are reasons for those selections, of course.

Frank Herbert was a very specific type of guy that I feel like is almost extinct today — firmly, solidly a Republican, but also into nature conservation and ecology. I’m having trouble articulating the specifics, but these are the kind of guys who are comfortable acknowledging “yeah, we need to take care of the environment, because I want my grandkids to be able to hunt and fish like I did”. I don’t think Frank Herbert was this way himself, but this is the type of guy who was still trying to live out the white American myth of the frontier in the 20th century. That type of person still exists, but, like. The modern tradwife who wants to retvrn probably believes that government could be an OK thing as long as her kind of people — Christian nationalists, not to be too plain about it — were in charge. Herbert was a “don’t trust the government, Watergate helped make that more obvious” guy who didn’t think we should be in Vietnam. Point being: do not mistake Frank Herbert’s concern for environmental balance as something that’s coming from a left-wing point of view.

And the science fiction reading is because — after 60 years, a lot of science fiction is in some way responding to Dune. In the same way, Dune is responding to its own early-1960s zeitgeist — the writers I’ve named enjoy enough lingering popularity that it wouldn’t be hard to find work of theirs to sample. Dune presents something within spec for science fiction of its time: a teenage protagonist, who has special abilities that put him above his peers, travels to a new planet, finds himself in danger, meets a native girl, rises in the esteem of her people, and eventually gets his revenge by/while gaining great power.

And the whole time Frank Herbert is looking the reader in the eye and going “you do understand that this is bad, right”. There’s a whole chapter where one character effectively turns to the reader and says as much. “No more terrible disaster could befall your people than for them to fall into the hands of a Hero.” Dune Messiah leans on this a bit more, in a curious way — Dune definitely doesn’t avoid showing violence, and quite a lot of it. But it does end by telling the reader that what comes next is war on a galactic scale, war on the kind of scale other science fiction books aren’t shy of showing.

When we pick up after twelve years of holy war, Dune Messiah refuses to do more than allude to the events of that war. You can go read Starship Troopers if you want to see interstellar war being fought. Herbert’s here to rub the reader’s nose in that interest in blood-and-guts, and to follow the implications of his hero’s actions. You’re here because Paul became Emperor, and you want to see your guy rewarded for his deeds? Well, the book starts with a character saying this, to put it in the reader’s mind before they go on: “…Paul Atreides lost something essential to his humanity before he could become Muad’Dib.” [This is an slightly edited quote: in context, the speaker is describing the views of another character. What matters is that the thought is put before the reader.]

You can be the hero of that Robert Heinlein novel, but the cost will be heavy. For everyone.

I was not there in December 1963 when the first part of “Dune World” was published in the pages of Analog. But the more that I learn about the world that surrounded Frank Herbert as he wrote, the more I feel I understand about his work. It’s fitting that Dune begins with Irulan taking pains to place her subject in his time and place; you get more out of Dune by doing the same with it.

#marlowe talks dune #also there are ppl in the tag who are clearly still in college or like grad school #i am completely self-taught in analyzing texts AND have not done so for a grade in five years #i’m rusty at best. we’re not gonna be on the same rhetorical level #dune

[eirenare]

Hi hi~! Life update here

Hi there!

Yes, I'm still alive lol, it's just that 85% of my social media time I currently spend it on Twitter (I refuse to call it how Elmo Muskrat wants the site to be called lol), and 15% I spend it on Bluesky (which, by the way, if you wanna find me there, I'm Eirenare too there lol).

I'm still very veeeeeery much in my Reylo brainrot haha, so yeah, you might see me posting or reblogging every now and then some of it, although I've been as well into some other stuff lately (Elden Ring for example), so you might see me posting about that too, so just a heads up there about it (and don't worry, everything I post here, regardless of what it is, as usual it'll have its tags and spoiler warnings, a "read more" if need be, etc).

My energy's been specially low for the past months though to be honest, so I can't guarantee I'll be very active around here (except for private messages, I'll be checking these every little time), just that every now and then I'll come here and post or reblog some stuff, probably Reylo and other things Star Wars or series/movies, life updates too, maybe will share in a bit of my Elden Ring brainrot and theories as its DLC approaches and I get more and more excited.

Anyways, here's some random life update stuff and anecdotes that I wanted to say before I log off for the night here:

I fell into the Kalluzeb (Kallus x Zeb, from Star Wars Rebels) rabbithole some time ago and it was, and is, neat, I love them so much

earlier today I had churros and hot chocolate as desert at lunch time and I was in cloud nine all the while I chomped on them

apparently my brain won't cease to come up with new Reylo AUs which is amazing and so much fun but also if I ever showed you guys screenshots of my Google Docs you might just faint because there are just so many things there between WIPs I'm currently working on that are already on Ao3, future things to go on Ao3, vague WIPs, AU ideas... and my energy is running so low and I'm working on various Ao3 WIPs so yeah lol I don't think I'll ever write even half of the fics I noted down

I watched Barbie at the cinema and it became one of my new comfort movies and one of my fave movies of all time

somehow I'm not as bad as I thought I'd be at Elden Ring even though I'm clumsy, a scaredycat and my tunnel vision goes lvl 100 when I'm playing videogames which usually means "good luck remembering to look at your stamina bar and using key items", so seeing myself not get too stuck on bosses was unexpected and neat (in fact, funnily enough: somehow this game even makes my anxiety lower at times and it barely increases it at all even when I'm fighting bosses, go figure lol)

I had the chance to buy Final Fantasy XVI at a much cheaper price than release price but because at that site I didn't see any warning that it was temporary, by the time I went to buy it, it had risen price again so now I'm awaiting once again for both better prices and for my wallet to recover

my brother bought a PS5 back in spring and a copy of Star Wars Jedi Survivor and, since we live in the same house, I did play that game and it was amazing asdfgffdgfjfb there were only a very few things I didn't like that much but holy shit was it good, some stuff even felt tailor-made for me in ways I wasn't expecting but that I enjoyed very much (and also the tears, the rivers of tears I shed on certain scenes lol) and now I'm super hyped for the 3rd whenever it is that it'll happen

the official Star Wars accounts at Twitter have been posting quite a bit about Reylo and the sequels and Ben for the past days (and I gotta say, the account from Spain even added some extra Reylo flavor in some tweets that other accounts didn't which is curious) and I'm clowning kinda hard, hoping that DLF finally realized most of the people actually like a lot Reylo (or don't mind it) and the ST, and hoping (always hoping, always dreading to hope too much, but hoping anyways) that we'll get Rey and Ben reunited in her movie

Anyways x2, enough anecdotes and thoughts for the night, see you around lovely people~! <3 Hopefully soon lol, but if not... *looks at 2024 fast approaching* if not, then I'll 100% be around to gossip and scream for when the Rey movie begins production and talks begin and all that stuff, lol.

Good night~! :D I hope you have a great day and/or a good sleep~! <3

EDIT: looooool apparently this was my 100th post in here and I got a free badge for my profile so yay, nice~ x) XDD

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[orionsangel86]

Following the release of the pilot of that bloody Winchester prequel yesterday, a lot of people have been excitedly posting interviews and articles on it and starting up the meta and spec again. I thought I'd be able to avoid seeing it on here but this is the SPN website so clearly that was a bad assumption.

Thing is, I genuinely believed I was okay. This year has been SO GOOD for me for healing the wounds that SPN carved into me. With OFMD, WWDITS, The Sandman, IWTV, and now Good Omens 2 news I have been happily existing in a little joy filled bubble everytime I come on Tumblr.

I just scrolled past a post which had screenshots of an article from Robbie Thompson on the Winchesters. I thought I'd read it out of curiosity. I shouldn't have.

It brought everything back. Talk of the Winchester brothers and how "theres no Dean if there aint no Sam" and how they arent changing a damn thing about SPN canon, and how we will find out where Dean is, with the writer speculating he's telling the story from heaven...

I don't know why, but it hurt.

It was like something had decided to prod really hard at the old SPN scars, the ones that never really healed right to begin with, and are still jagged and tender even after 7 months of solid healing thanks to only consuming media that actually respects me as a person.

I haven't felt that kind of pain since Jared Padalecki last opened the hole in his face to spew bullshit about how the finale from Hell was so perfect and right for the brothers *gags*.

It wasnt even a bad article, but it acknowledged things I had tried to erase from my head. God. Im so fucked up. That horrible show fucked me up so much. I wanted to just shut down tumblr and mentally check myself out for a bit and put on the Dreamcast on spotify or something, but I had to get this off my chest, even if people read this and think im fucking moronic for caring so much and wasting energy on this stupid show and why do I care right?

7 fucking years I devoted to that horseshit show. 7 fucking years I held it in my heart and adored it even though the whole time it clawed and carved at me and hated me because I wasnt the audience it wanted.

One little article and I feel like ive been triggered even though that word should be far too strong for something as stupid as getting emotional over a TV show. Im having a minor breakdown in my living room at 10pm on a Wednesday night in 2022 over fucking SPN.

I dont even know why im openly admitting this on the spn website when I know its gonna subject me to hate and a whole mass loss of followers but I had to get this out. I had to write it down. Its so difficult to express how this show makes me feel. I dont wanna be the one you all roll your eyes at and call a negative anti but I also don't understand how everyone else seems to have slipped so easily back into old habits.

I wanna scream at everyone not to be fooled. But I dont wanna stamp on other peoples joy either. So I guess I gotta remove myself from the equation here. Fool me once etc etc.

Im gonna have to unfollow some long term mutuals, especially those that arent tagging content. If you correctly tag every winchester related post and reblog then at least my filters will block them, but if they slip through im gonna have to unfollow. I cant be having 10pm meltdowns over SPN at this point in my life. Not when there is so much good stuff out there to be focusing on instead.

#rants about spn #sorry #personal #turns out im still an emotional wreck 2 years later #sigh #sorry to trample on your fun

[jenibearx3]

February Wrap Up

✔️ Books Read (7)

Girls Like Girls

The Seven Principles for Making Marriage Work: A Practical Guide from the Country's Foremost Relationship Expert

Nightbitch

A Snake Falls to Earth

D'Vaughn and Kris Plan a Wedding

Winter Counts

An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

❌️ Books Dropped (0)

✔️Girls Like Girls 🏳️‍🌈

By, Hayley Kiyoko

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OMG, the feelings I had while reading this. The will they won't they that pulled on my heart strings and had me anticipating every word. So basically, Coley ends up living with her estranged father after losing her mother. She's a teenage girl on the verge of adulthood, high emotions and tensions as she deals with lose and going from a large city to the middle of nowhere with a father she doesn't know. Yay… haha. Only for feelings to bud between a girl that she doesn't know will respond to her feelings, let alone just not hate her for them. After all, timing is everything when it comes to love. And queer love, that not knowing if they are queer too, that's even more intense. It was a wonderful journey that I just hoped that at the end of it all, that Coley ended up where she wanted to be. I loved it and it's what young love can be like, bittersweet, but gods, when it all works out, you melt. 

There is a bit of violence, as tensions run high, but for love, sometimes, ya gotta be a lover and a fighter.

And it's based off of her song, Girls Like Girls! Like, omg, it had me listening to that song with the same verve as when it first came out. I watched the music video all over with so much more to it now that I knew the fullness of its vision. Made me love it all the more.

✔️The Seven Principles for Making Marriage Work: A Practical Guide from the Country's Foremost Relationship Expert

By, John M. Gottman and Nan Silver

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Marriage. People are constantly trying to figure what makes a marriage fall apart, but these experts try instead to look at what makes it work. It can be hard to look at the rubble and think about what could have prevented it. However, the answers can easily be found when you look at marriage that stand the test of time. They look at hundreds of marriages, and found what really matters time and time again. There isn't much queer representation, but that's the sad fact that there is just last of data since being openly queer is still relatively new. But the findings here are helpful for any relationship, since this is all about human connection and making a bond that last. It's a great read even if you don't feel like ya need it, cuz it offers such great communication exercises and practices. 

✔️Nightbitch

By, Rachel Yoder

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Oh this book, I wasn't sure where it was going, but damn did it leave me with that post book high I love. It starts off with every woman's struggle in modern day of having a child while also working. Sure she's married, a good husband too, and of course she adores her baby. Everything she's given up she's done so because it was her choice, but damn it all if she isn't losing her mind, literally. At first she tries to balance her art career and her baby, but something eventually has to give. So she stays home with the baby, and while she doesn't regret it she does struggle with it. Then her body starts to change, subtle at first but eventually it's clear she might just be changing into something unhuman. She begins to fear she's turning into a werewolf, and if that's such a bad thing.

What starts as a half joke, being called a NightBitch, soon turns into an acceptance of it, an embodiment of it. The first half had my feminist rage fire burning with fury as she loses her mind over being a mother in these contradictory times, in a society that was built against her in the first place. It made my blood boil and crave more. Then it turns softer, reflective as she starts to come into her own and find a balance. I loved it, start to finish. I may not have foreseen the ending, but I adored the journey none the less. It's avant-garde to say the least, and if you like a wild ride then I definitely recommend this book.

If you enjoy art, especially performing and interruptive art, read this book.

If you are a feminist, read this book.

If you are a mother, read this book.

I can't stop thinking about it and I hope you too can experience this post book high that I'm still coming down from. This is definitely going into my favorite books collection.

✔️A Snake Falls to Earth

By, Darcie Little Badger

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This is such a cute book, really. It's something I wish I had read as a kid, a solid middle school book for sure. It was good, but I feel like it would have meant more if I had been younger. I love the Indigenous stories and lore woven into the narrative. They gave me information steadily and it never felt info-dumping or forced. 

Nina is a young Lipan girl who ends up in a lot more trouble than she asked for as she tries to unravel the last story her grandmother left her. And it also follows Oli, a cottonmouth kid in the land of spirits that is just trying to survive all on his own. Through each of their own journey's, they end crossing paths and needing one another. 

It had such fun elements that were a joy to read. There is some fighting, death is mention too, but for the most part it isn't too gruesome to recommend to younger readers.

✔️D'Vaughn and Kris Plan a Wedding 🏳️‍🌈

By, Chencia C. Higgins

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If you love MTV reality tv shows, then you're probably gonna love this book. Especially if you've always wanted one with queer people and real deal feelings involved. D'Vaughn and Kris each sign up as contestants on the show for their own reasons, but each is in it to win it. They basically have to convince their families that they want to marry this person that the family have never met before. Cuz technically, they just met themselves. If they can make it to the wedding ceremony, then they get the big bucks. 

The catch? They have six weeks to do it, haha. They may even be able to pull it off, but maybe that's because there is truths mixed into their lies. It even gets hot and heavy on their way to winning the whole show. It was a fun read, but if you're not into how shows like that work, it's kinda mid. 

✔️Winter Counts

By, David Heska Wanbli Weiden

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OMG, this is one of my new favorite books. It's an intense read that takes place on the Rosebud Indian Reservation. Virgil Wounded Horse is a local enforcer who's more like a vigilante for hire. He isn't the greatest guy, but he does his best to be there for his nephew. 

Then shit hits the fan real fast as his nephew is swept up in some trouble. He keeps trying to make the "right" choice, but the mess just becomes bigger and bigger as he tries to unravel it all. He struggles with who is, where he comes from, and with how he can protect his nephew. 

It's thrilling and intense as they work their way through the mystery that's been right under their noses this whole time. And there is some dark moments; violence, blood, guns, and drugs. But there is also some really good moments as he reconnects with his EX, does everything he can for his nephew, and finds himself again with the aid of his community.

Usually I don't like open ended endings, but the book couldn't have ended better.

✔️An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

By, Kay Redfield Jamison

❤️❤️

This is a short read, but it left its mark in me. The author struggles with her mental health, but eventually accepts that it is a part of her. She starts to look at it, really address after so many years of trouble it caused her. I related a lot to her as she told her story and it was comforting in an odd way. 

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🔥= Smut (1-3 Flames) 

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[chasing-rabbits]

Long post putting under read more I’m actually doing good and my therapy session was good. But I still sometimes have a lot of thoughts about my trauma and trying to deal with conflicting emotions but I’m hopeful and that’s a beautiful thing when you’ve not seen the light of day in well ever really. There was never a ‘before’ that’s what CPTSD is though, right? Never a before because it starts in childhood that’s what distinguishes it from PTSD & why its considered ‘complex’ anyways I’ll get my after, I feel confident about that now or for at least today those bpd feels right chronically unstable I’ll take this for now at least.

Recovery is an odd thing sometimes it seems better not to because confronting the shit that you tried so hard to bury seems so much more scary and painful and honestly it fucking is. Ever since starting EMDR therapy I have had more intrusive thoughts more panic attacks my CPTSD has been markedly worse and is triggered so much easier but IF I can make it through this there’s a good chance it’ll improve my quality of life so I’ve gotta hurt so much more and purposely put myself back into things so bad that little me locked them away because otherwise it’ll always have control over me and I can’t have a good life living that way. EMDR is so different to any other therapy it’s very different and very odd at first but the more I do it the more I think I’m getting it. A lot of the time I feel like I just want to stop that I’ve got too much else going on too much stress that doing the EMDR is too much to add on top of it. I think I would always feel that way though because half the shit stressing me out is caused by my trauma its circular really. It’s taken a lot for me to realise I’m not the problem that was the hardest thing I think recognising that no matter how I change and contort myself I’ll never do anything ‘right’ because when he gets angry there is no right he just wants to take it out on someone anyone in his sight and for whatever reason he loves to pick me I’m an ‘easy’ target I guess. It’s hard to reconcile that because a parent’s meant to love and it’s hard to not be angry once you have this clarity because now it’s so much simpler I was a verbal punching bag and I have crippling mental health issues because of it. It’s hard not to be angry about that you know. Knowing you’ll have lifelong struggles with mental health because your own father couldn’t just love you and to this day still sometimes will treat me like absolute shit and it’s not just that easy to cut him out for a variety of reasons. You know when I started this post it wasn’t going to be a sad one thinking about my trauma. I was feeling positive about therapy and where it’s going, I’m not sad though just got a lot on my mind like usual after sessions.

Me and my therapist talked about that today about the two good weeks I had before it dipped again and what it’s like to be hopeful. It’s nice that’s what it is. Nice to imagine a life where my CPTSD & BPD could improve where I could feel in control of my life again oh and she says the anger is a positive thing in the sense of the CPTSD like I guess there’s stages you move through when dealing with trauma & being angry is a good thing like not a ‘good’ thing but it’s a good sign I guess with regards to getting better. Anyways Idk what the point of this was mixed feelings I guess?

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