until he shoots blanks, until bridgehead becomes a toxic waste area, until pandora needs to be evacuated, until the sky people dont want to return.

i know im so late to this but i just read the secret history and heres my two cents

camilla and charles are absolutely analogous to apollo and artemis. celestial twins, always described as having holy light come off them, in which case henry becomes orion - death orchestrated by a jealous incestous brother, honor challenged. i wonder what connection this has with dogs: (artemis's love for hounds, camilla and the greyhound), henry killing a dog - the pregnant dog running across the road ('bad omen' he said)

how about a lil texting starter call... n.pmd style ;)

﹄ ◇ ; @xiianxias left the prayer:

the minute he steps out of the third prince's bedchambers, emperor wèi shū níng's face falls, twisting in an expression of profound sorrow. much to the horror of his eunuchs-in-waiting, he sinks slowly to the ground, putting his head in his hands. and then he cries. it's heartbreaking, watching the young ( reluctant ) emperor fold in on himself, in mourning for a prince --- a beloved brother --- who hasn't yet died. "won't any of you listen to me ?" he laments, staring up at the ceiling as if it might open up and reveal a gateway to the heavens above. "please, if there's any god merciful enough ... sān-gē isn't feeling any better. i'm the emperor of bei'an, aren't i ? doesn't that make me the son of heaven ? so why won't the heavens listen ? please --- " he chokes on a sob, " --- save rú wēn-gēge ... he doesn't deserve to hurt like this. hurt me instead, if you must --- "

       ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ── 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐢 𝐐𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦, be it for answering prayers, undertaking investigations, or pursuing flights of fancy. Tonight's foray had started as the former and, inevitably, ended in the latter. Wine's ebullient warmth fizzes in their veins as they prepare to depart for the heavens. Indulging in a cup or two hadn't originally been part of their plans. But how could they have turned down the innkeeper's generous offer? As a parting gift, they have made sure the winds will remain temperate for the remainder of the night. Which makes it all the more sobering when that tame breeze nips at their nape with ill tidings.

      𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲, they had followed an invisible pathway that led them here: donning a maid's disguise, brows knit as pieces fall into place. They've never seen His Highness Wei Shu Ning, but they have heard the name passed around by various martial and civil gods. And then their heart crashes into the depths of their stomach. Not even all that wine could hope to keep it afloat. Such a desperate plea falling from the lips of a beloved emperor as though he were only a boy calling for the help of his parents...

       𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 where a child stands at the door, trembling, clutching a tray of food like a shield as they work up the courage to pass the threshold. Their mouth goes dry. To cry for one's brother because it's all you can do, for those tears to be useless; that's just too cruel. 

       𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨. He said it himself. What kind of god would they be to turn away from a prayer so gut-wrenching, so earnest? Better for their illustrous palace in the heavens to crumble away this very instant than for them to turn a deaf ear. Ah-- but what, exactly, can they do in the very moment? It's not like they have any medicinal masters on standby. Showing themself in the flesh before so many mortals would only spell disaster. Impulsive as they may be, even they know that. Yet the thought of leaving now, even if out of the good intention to mull over their options and then return, is simply out of the question. He needs hope. He needs to know someone is listening. They draw a steadying breath. Just a touch to the hem of his robe. That's all it will take. And so they approach, head bowed, and kneel. An audacious enough act as is, but then a fingertip brushes against the hem of his robes. And then--

      '𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙡𝙮. You'll make yourself sick, and you need to preserve your strength!' With their head still bowed, only he can gaze upon their gentle smile. Out loud, they venture, "Forgive this one for impertinence, but perhaps the night air can offer some peace. The winds are quite agreeable tonight." If only they could conjure a beckoning breeze! Using their Wind Master fan will undoubtedly ruin their disguise, though, and they've taken a colossal risk by speaking through a faux-array already. They can only hope he's able to understand them in the midst of such untimely grief. Please, understand me.

lowkey feel like incel childe just likes the state of u being pregnant and not actually having the end product lmao there's some satisfaction in knowing that u belong to him, that he's the one who knocked u up and it's his sperm that got ur tummy all round with his kids.

he'll also probably look at ur kids and see both ur features combined and thats something he'll take pride on, the apex of masculinity is having a cute breedable wife with a couple of kids as proof that u belong to him.

if he could tattoo his name on ur body he probably will lmao this nasty man's possessive and marking kink goes miles haha disgusting man that we all love ❤️

do… do u know how huge your brain is??? big brain thoughts im salivating…

he really is in love with how having you pregnant is a very visible display of his ownership and your love. having you pregnant means that everyone will know your his!! makes him worry less about having to resort to… unsavoury methods of proving your relationship. he’ll never be afraid of beating someone till he’s sure they get it <33

much like childe, i’m a ginger irl and the thought of having a bunch of baby gingers running around is making me go insane… he likes looking at your kids and being able to say “we made that :) biological proof of our love <3” before yknow… sending them to boarding school and being The Worlds Least Attentive Father. he’s awful and i love him.

anyways as i’m sure we can all tell at this point, it’s far healthier to refrain from having kids and instead babysit teucer and tonia on occasion. (who do i think i am? advocating for a HEALTHY relationship with incel childe??? what’s up with that)

but oh boy oh man his MARKING K1NK he’s feral. he’s definitely not beyond tattooing or cutting his name into your skin. he’ll make sure to put little hearts around it <3 odds are he’d put it on your hip!! something like ‘ajax’s girl’ or ‘property of ajax’ im partial to the whole property thing considering yknow… his whole misogyny thing. only reason he won’t put it above your cunt is because he plans on paying to get you a womb tattoo bc he’s a loser and only beat his meat to anime girls before you got together <33

yummy nasty boy

I am so not normal in the tags of any post

song rec: "Whose eye is it anyway" by Jhariah

oh that goes hard i love it

do i have an free! isc enthusiasts following me? because i wanna gush about college student!rin jdbdjd

There’s like so many parallels with Will and Henry it’s insane. Legit didn’t notice until people started pointed stuff out tho lol. And then I was like ‘that makes sense.’ It was the biggest oh moment. Like I was still stuck on all of my other theories soooo. Like I kept thinking about the spider thing cuz also steve is my fav and I just had brain rot about that for a while. And I keep thinking about my theory with vecna/Henry and the upside down seeking the gang out. I feel like im getting somewhat in the right direction with that theory especially considering the fact that he tells Nancy his secret. Which like why do that?!? And another explanation that I came up with is that he’s interested/fascinated by them. He seems so surprised by max making it out but then immediately shows Nancy the truth. I’ve seen a lot of people theorize that it’s a power move like ‘oh I’m going to kill you after my secret it out’ or showing them how powerful he is. But he knows that max was able to get out because of them so why can’t Nancy do the exact same thing? Sorry I’m like so tired and I just keep ranting when I am that but also I really wanted to send this today lol. I still have brain rot about it cuz I’ve been thinking about how inconsistent the spider things are. Idk why but im so hung about this spider imagery and so sorry that you have to keep reading me ranting about fucking spiders. Like I belive for chrissy and Freddy and maybe Patrick (I can’t remember if he saw them cuz also they didn’t truly show as much as they did with the other two for him soo ) they kind of just appear out of the clock or another object. But with max if I remember correctly she only truly saw them after she was in vecna’s space and stepped on something. And then all of a sudden a ton of them just came crawling out. But there’s also been imagery with just one spider crawling with like I mentioned Steve on the shoulder and Henry taking only one out when investigating/only drawing one spider and then in season 2 like we mentioned the mindflayer looks like a spider but it’s only one spider when Will is looking at it. Idk it’s either there’s a huge number of spiders or there’s only one and I feel like that has to mean something. Unless of course I’m remembering incorrectly soo

Also I am so glade that all that anon hate hasn’t been affecting you that much :) keep staying positive and happy :)

my head is spinning and i cant form any coherent response to this besides T MINUS 6 HOURS UNTIL WE MIGHT FIND OUT WHAT THE FUCK THIS MEANS

hi yes me again gonna give you a big fat smooch on the forehead !! ilysm you flatter me 🤭🤭

ty for giving that specific suguru piece attention i really like that one lmao

OF COURSEE BABY!!!! I LOVED THAT!!! MAKING MY NIGHT WITH THIS HORNY STUFF WHEWWW

nikka making me have many thoughts about george and charles

i finished one piece live action

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

learned something about myself lately

i have lots of flaws but i do at least take a fair amount of comfort knowing that, if i were a customer NPC in a fast food/retail management game, i would be one of the chill early-level ones that can wait a super long time before they start getting impatient, and you breathe a sigh of a relief when you see them show up in a harder level

Okay so I need someone who's better at landscapes and art style replication than I am to hop on this idea. because this man and his alien planet biome and storyline were made for the scavengers reign art style fr