I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT REN'S BIRTHDAY!!! I PROMISE!!!!! There's been a lot of rain recently n half of my house is flooded now lol

needed to share the photos i’ve been digging up, slay off the charts

The other researchers are also here! (magical edition!)

Sooo... Someone put that post into my dash and—

While I agree that nobody should be forced to write things they don't want, I disagree with the notion that NB/men that play this game should be "grateful for the MC being gender neutral". Like we're dogs and should be grateful by just being seen

GN/Men who play this game are as much the demographic as woman. Even If the game advertises itself as an "otome" (If OBM/NB really fits the label Is another whole discussion tbh), one of the biggest selling points Is that Obey Me MC Is non-gendered so everyone can play. Men/NB people are valid customers and are allowed to feel disapointed when the fandom excludes them

Like, If you don't like men/non-binary people having opinions in how the fandom treats them, just play one of the million otomes that have an exclusive female MC. Take your own advice.

Since I'm not sure if I'll ever get the chance to properly touch on this in a fic because it's more character analysis than something I can properly include in dialogue/exposition without it being very awkwardly out of place and telling not showing, I figured I'd just dump it here. It's something I think about a lot whenever I write for post-Seed Destiny Athrun in a fic, because in so many ways, this is actually something of a non-magical "Ideal (Fake) Reality" situation that Durandal very nearly succeeded in pulling off, but ultimately failed at because Durandal overplayed his hand and underestimated Athrun's loyalty to his friends Kira, who was pulling triple duty opposing Athrun because Kira himself didn't agree with what Athrun was doing, protecting Cagalli, and supporting Cagalli at a time when she was powerless.

It's a trope I very much love in magical/sci-fi settings because it says a lot about the character and the lengths they'll go to get what they want (the willingness and determination to take the longer, harder path to make the dream reality vs the instant gratification option even if it's fake), and also just gives me so much to work with when I write when it comes to character motivation/dialogue/actions.

I feel like a lot of this gets missed in all the memes that he's (somewhat deservedly) suddenly a part of after Seed Freedom, because while Seed Freedom Athrun is very self-assured and confident in his course of action, he definitely took a long hard road (with more downs than ups, in my opinion) between Seed and Seed Destiny to get there.

(Rest behind the cut because there's a reason Athrun Zala is my favorite Seed character, and not just because he's got a lovely voice - thank you Ishida-san for that - and is easy on the eyes.)

When Athrun re-enlists in ZAFT and "continues" his life again as himself, he's given a choice thanks to Durandal's string-pulling: Resume the life that was planned for him by his parents and PLANT (his "destined" life, if you will), or find his way back to the life that he's chosen for himself (with Cagalli and Orb).

If he chose his "old" life, he would've had it all - the glory of being a decorated war veteran, a post as a FAITH member (resuming the role he'd previously gotten thanks to his father), a "Lacus Clyne" for his fiance, and the honor of being the pilot of the Legend (while being something of a "legend" himself). Durandal saw to it Athrun would've seamlessly resumed that life to all external appearances, even if it would've been an absolute sham behind closed doors. Athrun might be a decorated war veteran, but that came with a lot of trauma and grief - trauma from having to fight and kill at such a young age, grief at being the one to survive when those he'd called friends die around him, plus all the unresolved emotional turmoil and grief of having never been able to properly resolve things with his father and his genocidal ideals (because Patrick Zala, too, was a man who never got over his grief at losing Lenore during the Bloody Valentine Incident, and only became the way he did because of that). He might've had a highly coveted position within FAITH, but that power would ultimately be in service to Durandal (a head of state Athrun alternates between wanting to agree with and being directly at odds against). Durandal needed more capable "Yes men" ace pilots like Shinn Asuka to spread and enforce his plans, not people capable of thinking for themselves like Athrun (at least, Athrun got there after Operation Angel Down). The "Lacus Clyne", is, of course, Meer under the best cosmetic surgery money could buy, but she is nothing like Lacus Athrun knows and cares for as a friend and whose cause he had once lent his power to (and would again at the end of the Second War).

And the Legend? It might fit Athrun in name only (in the sense that he's the "legendary pilot who helped end the first Earth-PLANT War) but the entire suit (even if it had an updated OS for the DRAGOON system) doesn't even play to Athrun's core strengths as a pilot. It's almost comedic how Durandal didn't even bother tailoring the Legend to Athrun - the Saviour is more Athrun's style both as a spiritual successor to the Aegis and weapons load out, yet it's coincidental that it would end up in Athrun's hands. There's no way Durandal could've known and planned for the Saviour to go to Athrun, but Durandal arguably had that time with the Legend. In the episode where both the Destiny and Legend are revealed, Durandal made a point of telling Shinn the Destiny was fine tuned to him, but neglects to tell Athrun much about the Legend beyond the DRAGOON system and the updated OS for it (the closest Athrun arguably ever came to a DRAGOON system was flying right past Kira and Rau's duel in front of Genesis at the end of Seed).

On the flip side of that, there's the life Athrun had chosen for himself after the first Earth-PLANT War. It's not an ideal life, not by any means - the fact he's essentially a powerless civilian with no means to reach for his ultimate goal chafes him to no end, especially when there's the ever-looming threat of Cagalli getting taken away from him due to circumstances neither of them want nor are able to deal with. Cagalli can't get out of the arranged marriage, Athrun as "Alex Dino" has no claim to power and as "Athrun Zala" would only invite larger scale international problems - even if Athrun himself has no political ties to PLANT, his family name says plenty. Athrun is patient, yes, but even his patience has a limit, and seemingly losing Cagalli to someone he doesn't respect and she doesn't love (in a reversal of Athrun's situation with Lacus and Kira) pushes him to action out of desperation. And while it puts him at odds with Kira and Cagalli (including lashing out at both of them when Cagalli finally breaks down and gives in and gets coerced into going through with the arranged marriage), it does also get him to realize that he's not the same person he was before the war - he's no longer capable of living that same life he had before, where he would fight where his country tells him because that's the fastest way to end the war. The easy (destined, if you will) option is no longer an acceptable choice for him, because it's not the one that ultimately leaves him fulfilled and truly happy with the one he loves in the end.

And it's this that ultimately brings him back to Cagalli and the (Infinite) Justice, metaphorically reclaiming his sense of justice (ha ha). He's always going to be looking for a cause to serve, and a just cause by his own terms, because he's dedicated far too much of his life serving in the military to just stop doing that and he's spent too much time around Lacus to just mindlessly follow whatever the higher ups say, anymore. So this leaves the only way forward: serve under a head of state whose ideals he can agree with, with the freedom of choice to act according to his own sense of justice, and to that end, there's only one choice for him - return to Orb and Cagalli.

I'm working on something that's not Sorry It's Locked right now (perhaps something that i was inspired to pick up again by seeing Sickmutes skully and the operator art hehehe) so have a snippet of it.

kinda nsfw? I guess what Alex says kinda insinuates the situation they're in (...and y'know, smut is just what I write for the most part, i consider myself a smut writer) putting it under a thingy anyway because i talk a bit more about the fic, and that is definitely a bit nsfw

Anyway, no idea what this fic's gonna be called, but it's so self indulgent and has weird ass kinks in it. like, normal weird like tentacle sex and gunplay and super rough fucking, and also just, ones that are probably a little too weird to be considered normal weird? like getting filled with pitch black, inhuman cum so much it leaks out of your eyes and comes up your throat💀 so... yeah. theres that i guess.

I'm gonna have so much fun with it.

God knows why I ever stopped writing it. got caught up in sorry its locked probably

King's Quest VI: Heir Today, Gone Tomorrow

I freaking love this game so gosh dang much

I need you to know I had a flower in my hair

me having a nice, deep conversation about our problems with them while knowing fully well they will never change their behaviour to help me and the situation will still be the same:

CHARACTER DYNAMICS ( 2 / ? )

[ in attdc ] : JEANNIE DESCHAMPS + JOSEPH LIEBGOTT

Jeannie looked up from where she was sat against the cold wall of the building, sweat dripping off her forehead, and found another set of eyes already looking towards her own. They were somewhat harsh, a deep, lush brown and they were followed by a broading smirk that glistened in fire light. She took her time in looking away and staring somewhat blankly forward, a mix of contemplation and contempt burrowing it’s way onto her features.

“ You lost?” she heard a voice question and looked up to find the man that had been watching her, now standing over here, hands shoved deep into his fatigue pockets and his face darkened by shadow.

“ Not….lost.” Jeannie said quietly, readjusting herself forward from his face, instead staring out towards the streets which were littered with wounded,” Just…” she couldn’t find the word,” thinking.”

“ Just thinking, huh?” the man said, hastily finding a way to sit himself down beside her - she wasn’t eager to look towards him and make smart talk,” I do a whole lotta that. I could help ya out.” Jeannie could only internally smile and keep herself at bay as she kept her attention forward still.

“ You don’t talk much, do ya?” he asked her and she slowly turned to look towards him and met his gaze again, a warming hint of a smile on her face. There was an instance where his face softened and she saw him for the boy he was. The shaggy strands of hair in his face, youthful expression written across his eyes, the way he sat like a schoolyard boy with his knees up and his slim wrists hanging over them, linked together.

“ Not unless I have reason to.” Jeannie said softly to him, looking between his eyes and the street,” I don’t have much reason to now, I suppose.” The man let a smirk crawl on his face as he nodded his head and looked her way again.

“ Well, at that, you got a name?” he asked her. Jeannie watched his eyes for a moment, before leaning herself fully back against the cold wall and sighing. Her hair seemed soaked with sweat, hanging just above her shoulders and she could feel the nighttime humidity suffocating her.

“ Jeannie.” she said with a nod. The man smirked.

“ Jeannie with the light brown hair?” he said with a smirk and Jeannie quirked a small smile up towards him and shook her head, turning away from him to look towards the street again.

“ Jeannie Deschamps.” she said quietly, tucking lose strands of sweaty hair behind her ears,” Why are you so urgent to know?” Jeannie looked towards him with expectant eyes and found him watching her with his own playful smile that twisted up on his face.

“ You’re sat all alone, in a town practically on fire, with an Airborne company……” he said and Jeannie felt her cheeks warm at his observation a bit as she flicked her eyes away from him and let a smile crawl onto her lips quickly.

“ Right then, what’s yours?” Distract.

“ Joseph Liebgott.” he said and Jeannie smiled softly at his name and nodded.

“ Nice to meet you, Joseph.”

“ Call me Joe, Joseph makes it sound like my mother is talking.” Jeannie smiled at Joe’s words and looked away from him; his gaze was intense she couldn’t deny. But she couldn't help it as she smiled at him, a grin with dimples and teeth all at once spreading across her face. He was smiling, too. Sometimes that's all it took. A smile.

ooc;; I already did a lot today mopping, sweeping and polishing the floors for the family coming by on saturday. I also got to watch Puss in Boots The Last Wish last night before Netflix gets rid of it and I LOVED it. I don't know why I took this long to watch it but I definitely see the hype for it now. I'm gonna attempt to do icons sometime in a bit and then try my hand at making concert bracelets--I'm gonna go to Melani.e Martine.z tour next wednesday and I'm so excited!!

never in my life did i think i need to makeout with a piece of software so badly but here we are i guess

ez: hey, kayn. al james or hev abi?

kayn: actually-

rhaast: ExB!!!

Jeremy Irons as TIBERIAS / RAYMOND III OF TRIPOLI in Kingdom of Heaven (2005)

No you guys don't fucking get it you don't understand. I love him I want him to kidnap me and hide me away forever I love him in a way that got me banned from the reaches of divinity I'd go to war for him kill for him die for him. He is literally the other half of my soul we complete one another I want him to maim me destroy me obliterate me from existence because if he doesn't I will do it myself by exploding from all this love and faggotry boiling up inside of me

youtube really going kissanime on me, huh