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lily-drake · 2 years

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Only day of Jasonette July I’m doing

It was a clear night, well as clear as a night could be in Gotham. Only a few stars were able to peek out from the grime and gloom of the city, and what a shame that this night was being wasted. Marinette took another swig from her bottle of wine as she waited on the curb for her ride to show up. It had been a crappy past couple of days, and while she knew what she was doing, even in her intoxicated state, was stupid, she just could not bring herself to care. The roar of a motor and soon after the kill of the engine sounded to her left. She didn’t even glance at the person who had dismounted said bike as she already knew who it was.

“Pix, what the h*?! It’s like 4 O’clock in the morning!”

Marientte simply took another swing of the bottle disappointed when there was only a little bit left and now completely gone. She could feel Jason’s gaze boring into her and slowly she tilted her head to face him. She hadn’t noticed before how nicely the lights would reflect in his turquoise eyes. It reminded her of the stars in the sky, the ones that she was never allowed to see due to the city lights even while she was in Paris. Jason’s eyes were so different from his. Marinette attempted to take another swig from the bottle at the mere memory of the past few days' events but frowned when nothing came out. Jason let out a small sigh as he crouched down and carefully took the bottle out of her grip.

“What’s wrong Marinette?”

Jason asked, concern lacing his tone. He had seen her on bad days, but he had never seen her get this bad. Marinette shook her head, lowering it into her palms. Goodness she was a mess.

“Look, you woke me up before the sun came up, and this ride ain’t free. Your fair is why your currently intoxicated on the curb near East End of all places.”

Marinette shook her head again, trying to get the image out of her head. He had found her. She had tried so hard to get away from it all, it had been three years now since she left and there wasn’t a hint anyone had gotten a whiff of her. Now they know, he knows. He found her and everything she did and built up is OVER!

“Marinette you need to breathe! Come on Pix, I’ve got you. Shhhh, hey, it’ll be alright.”

Marientte could hear the steady Ba-dump ba-dump of a heart against her ear and began to subconsciously match her breathing to the sound as the feeling of a warm jacket around her shoulders began to pull her back to reality.

“Hey, it’s okay Pix. You’re doing so good. Just keep breathing, I’ve got you.”

Marinette let herself fully slump against the older man, soul deep exhaustion pulling heavily against her body. There was the sound of a bottle being kicked and Marinette quickly sat up, high alert. Only reason she didn’t hit Jason’s face being that he had an extremely fast reaction time. Marinette searched for dark green slitted eyes in all of the shadows that surrounded the two. He had already seen her, recognized her, he had left flowers on her-no, she wasn’t going to think about that now. She couldn’t, but what if he was watching her even now?! Jason looked around in the dark, his guard high, but there was nothing. When she looked up to check the roofs and saw nothing she looked back at the sky, the smog was covering the sky again, there was nothing to look at anymore.

“Hey, why don’t we take you home?”

Marinette flinched at that. She couldn’t go back to her apartment, he could be waiting for her. Memories of what had happened in Paris flashed through her eyes and she began to shake. Not again, not again, not again!

“It’s okay, we don’t have to. You can come stay at mine. There should still be some of your clothes there from your last visit, and I don’t mind lending you some if you need it.”

That sounded good. Jason had always protected her before. He had never done or forced her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. He was here after all. She was drunk off her a* and he hadn’t made a single move on her. He would have.

“I don’t want to go back.”

Was all she muttered as she burrowed further against Jason’s chest. Going back meant she would be–that something bad would happen.

“Alright, I’ll take you back to my apartment. Everything will be okay.”

And with that Jason carefully stood up letting Marinette wrap her legs around his waist as he walked the short distance back to his bike.

“Can you hold onto the handle bars?”

Marinette gave a small nod and let him help her onto the bike before he sat right behind her. Marinette gripped the handle bars, relishing in how safe she felt as Jason’s arms nearly encircled her as he too grabbed the handle bars. She leaned back against his chest slightly and stared at his face as they drove at high speeds through Gotham back to Jason’s personal apartment. As she gazed at him she watched at the city lights continuously reflected in his eyes creating new universes with every corner taken. She was so mesmerized by his star-like eyes she hadn’t even realized that they had come to a stop.

“You doin’ okay Pix? Your cheeks seem a little pinker than usual.”

Marinette shook her head slightly to rid her mind of all of her stupid thoughts, but it was a bad idea as it simply made her world more dizzy which made her blush even more out of embarrassment. She let Jason escort her up the flights of stairs and let herself finally relax once they entered the modest flat. She was safe for now, at least that’s what she wanted to believe. For now, she would relish this starry night and the gentleness Jason showed only her as he made sure that she was comfortable while she recovered from her …outing. Slowly she shut her eyes as the feeling of a warm blanket surrounded her and leaned into the gentle kiss placed upon her temple.

“I’ll wait till ready Mare. Just remember that I’ll always be there for you.”

Marinette smiled at the words and let herself fall into a gentle slumber where she dreamed of a turquoise galaxy with orbs of bright light surrounding it.

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spiralling-spires · 2 months

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Being jurgen leitner the day that gerry almost killed him was probably really surreal. Imagine you’re minding your business, collecting fucked up books, and out of nowhere this goth guy covered in eye tattoos shows up and beats you half to death, then stops, goes, “no you’re too pathetic to be jurgen leitner” and leaves without further elaboration. And you dont correct him, you like being alive after all, and after that you just… continue with your life. And then several years later you tell this to some random guy in the tunnels you’ve been hiding in, and he not only knows who the goth was, but seems somewhat fond of the goth. And then you get brutal pipe murdered by the random guy’s boss. Oops

#the magnus archives #tma #jurgen leitner #gerry keay #jon sims #elias bouchard #on an unrelated note #i think leitner was probably of the eye if he was of any of the fears #the eye is kind of the perfect symbiote #plus i feel like going ‘oh hey cursed books. im gonna find more!’ is so eye coded #not that im saying eye avatars have poor self preservation instincts or anything #(this is exactly what im saying)#the motto of the eye should be ‘i fucked around and found out’#not that ‘audio opperior vigilo’ stuff

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thebrainrotsreal · 2 months

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Thinking about de-aged Bruce via magical shenanigans being a bit of a menace. He will bite you if given the chance, and will draw blood. Slippery as an eel to catch. Don't even think you can corner him in his own home, he knows every single secret room and deep tunnel in the manor. Your eyes are scratch-able to him. Try telling he's the future and he's demanding you tell him who killed his parents. Can't tell him? Alright then, you're lying. He would've found out by now if this really the future.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne fanart #young bruce wayne #fanart #dc fanart #the brainrotsreal's art tag ✧˖°:*♡#procreate art #digital art #mf doesn't cut his bangs!!! (his father used to do that for him)#i like to think martha encouraged him to be doubtful and suspicious BUT always have evidence before he draws any conclusions #sneaking around galas and parroting back to his mom and she's like oh? how interesting and what does this imply bruce?#he's around 12-13 in this art :3 #bruce being de-aged in such a fascinating concept to me because they way bruce is mortal and untouchable at the same time #but young him is a different beast entirely and so painfully human because of it #he's just as feral as the robins except alfred is way more lenient just not as trained #but then it's like because he's not trained you don't WHAT he'll do he's got like 0 self preservation instincts and is a 100 or nothing

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missanthrory · 1 month

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You know, throwing this out there completely randomly, we really don't talk enough about Zhao from Avatar. Like his story is absolutely wild. Man was trained by Jeong Jeong, freaking found Wan Shi Tong's library, found out about the solar eclipse from the library, burned a section of the library down, escaped from that alive, captured the avatar, successfully breached the walls of the Northern Water Tribe which had never been done, and killed the freaking moon spirit. Like he is a bastard and regularly loses to teenagers, but you can't deny it's quite the resume.

#can see why he made admiral #ozai could never #very much not defending anything he's done #not my poor little meow meow #but you do have to acknowledge what kind of driven unhinged person could do even half of what he did #ATLA #weird tangent #was thing about the day of the black sun today #zhao #also quite frankly he's lucky to have lived as long as he did #assuming he's dead in fog #man had zero self preservation instincts when it came to powerful spirits

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galaxywarp · 3 months

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I hated being a teenager but also I loved being a teenager. Hey do you guys wanna meet at the park later and hit each other with sticks? My friend Ian once used axe body spray to light his hand on fire.

#I wonder what age the self preservation instinct starts kicking in and you maybe stop jumping off of buildings

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justafriendofxanders · 4 months

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i'll shut up about this episode eventually but this is one of my favorite underrated lines from the commentary. i rotate "he knows he's going to get shot down, too" in my head constantly.

#he KNOWS? what do you mean he KNOWS #you mean he fucking knows and does it anyways? because he's a fucking. he's a.#i can't do this anymore #god put romantics with no self-preservation instinct on this earth just to torment me #buffyposting #btvs #spike

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locked-tomb-shenanigans · 2 years

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Forever thinking about the fact that Kiriona had months and months to feel like absolute shit about the fact that Harrow rejected her sacrifice and when Harrow’s body is dying she is still immediately offering herself up again.

Paul must be standing in the background like “please not this shit again” like they’ve literally just been over this-

#Gideon self preservation instincts zero #she loves so much but always at expense of herself and if that’s not the most adhd thing she could be doing then idk what is #the locked tomb #tlt #Griddlehark #gideon nav #Kiriona Gaia #nona the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers #ntn #Paul tlt

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noddynods · 3 months

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So you know battery acid spaghetti ?

:)

#noddytalks #What even are self preservation instincts

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sysig · 2 months

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You’re gonna die if you keep that up (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #Helix #ZEX #Kayako #And Teisel's there technically #*Die again - he's sticking with his track record lol at least he's consistent #Ghost/Curse GF arc!! I enjoy seeing ZEX happy but I am Concerned for him lol #ZEX be attracted to something/one that won't brutally murder him challenge - difficulty impossible #His affection for the grotesque and monstrous - I mean while it's admirable he does regularly put himself in dangerous situations!#Runs solely on the Suspension Bridge Effect lol - attraction and fear so conflated in his mind <3 #I keep thinking of his human instincts as specifically Max's instincts since it's his body - Max's self-preservation and fear and hunger #Which ZEX dutifully ignores lol Max's body tells him to bolt and privately replies like ''Yes yes in a moment'' haha #His fascination wins out! To his own detriment haha #Although I say all that as though I don't relate in my own way - I have maybe just a few too many notes relating to ZEX lol #It's always been hard for me to get into horror in the way it's intended to spook and scare because I tend to get sad :')#So many monsters and ghosts and creatures are victims of circumstance! Like Kayako! As she is here she's not even malicious just dangerous #I've never seen the Grudge so it's only speculation but it seems very sad that she was tethered as a Curse rather than a malignant spirit #Like a battery moreso than an individual - what a terrible after-existence! It makes me sad to consider!#ZEX reaching out to her in his own way is very sweet <3 He's so biased towards his darlings hehe #In a way being human does suit him - we'll packbond with anything that Might have even the slightest inclination to not maim us lol #And the way he personifies her! (VUXonifies her?) Reading intention or emotion into her actions with no proof and no understanding!#The way he ''tries to read her face'' as if he hasn't been struggling with that this entire time - with other humans who can tell him so ♪#His pride is so delicious <3 He is so easily blinded to his own shortcomings in the face of pleasure and the potential for connection!#It's no wonder DAX worries about him so much hehe ♥#It also always makes me so happy to have something fit together so perfectly like those last two hehe <3 #That vine didn't exist when this happened! But there it is!! I love newer memes on older media hehehe ♪♫

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tildeathiwillwrite · 1 month

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The Dangers of Jumping

WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 8: Stranded / Team whump / "Is anyone there?!"

Whumpril Day 6 (Dizziness)

WoW Birthday Whump Prompts List

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The Legend of Orian Goldeneye Masterpost

part 2

TW: head injury, concussion, unconsciousness, falling, dizziness, vertigo, environmental whump, blood, bruises

Context: Post-canon one-shot where Jas and Killian explore the universe together. Unfortunately this Jump has already gone south. (have I mentioned that these two are very whumpable?)

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Jas’s head was pounding, like someone was taking a hammer and chisel to her inner skull. She groaned softly, eyes closed as she slowly put her hand up to the source of the pain. It came away warm and sticky. She froze, and her eyes flicked open. She lay on her back on a rough, cold, uneven surface, one of her legs pinned uncomfortably beneath her body. Far above, stars glittered in unfamiliar constellations, with dark clouds obscuring parts of the night sky.

Jas slowly sat up and straightened out, cautiously probing at the wound on the side of her head. It bled heavily, but it wasn’t too big or too deep. The motion made her head spin, and it took her a second to focus on the rest of her surroundings.

She was on a ledge of some kind, bare stone jutting out of a cliff face with scattered tufts of wildflowers. Less than a foot to her right was a sudden drop of at least thirty feet, maybe more. She gasped and scrambled back, the movement not helping with her headache or sense of vertigo. Her rushed action drew her attention to the object in her other hand: a necklace with a glassy green pendant, the chain tangled around her fingers.

This jump-started her panic. “Killian?!” she shouted, glancing around the ledge frantically, although she already knew he wasn’t there. Did he fall? Is he at the bottom of the cliff? Did he not come out of the portal?

Jas touched the side of her head again and winced. The blow to her head, whenever that happened, must’ve been worse than she’d thought. The portal. That was the last thing she remembered, forming a portal and stepping through, Killian at her side. And after… she didn’t know.

Was this how Killian felt all the time? Jas suddenly developed more sympathy for his problems as she pushed herself to her feet, relying heavily on the cliff wall. It sloped up more gently than the drop across from her. She could scale it if necessary. But first, she had to check over the side.

Jas was too dizzy to trust herself to stand so close to the edge, so she went onto her hands and knees and crawled until she could peer over the side without fear of falling. The drop had to be about a hundred feet, but it was hard to tell from this angle because a thick forest of pine trees carpeted the base of the cliff and blocked the view of the ground.

Far off in the distance was a faint orange glow, almost absorbed by the forest, one that wavered and flickered like a fire. A camp, maybe? Hopefully, it was civilization and not a forest fire. Jas continued scanning the forest, searching for any other signs of life. She might have to wait until sunrise, she couldn't see much of anything in the dark.

When she was going to give up and wait until morning, a small splash of color caught her eye. Was that Killian’s jacket?

She squinted. It certainly looked like it. The jacket was torn up, dangling from broken branches several layers deep in the closest pine tree. Killian must’ve fallen through the tree, the branches breaking his fall and tearing his jacket from him. His bag shouldn't be too far away.

Jas sighed sharply through her nose. I have to get down there, don't I?

She glanced around the ledge. Her headache was beginning to subside, the wound scabbing over and matting her hair into a red mess. Unfortunately, there wasn't any simple way down other than… jumping.

Jas sighed through her nose sharply before slipping Killian’s pendant over her head and rising to her feet. She backed up, cursing herself with each step she took. This is so stupid, you’re gonna kill yourself, or break something, or—

She sprinted and leaped off the ledge. Time seemed to slow as she sailed through the air.

Jas braced herself for the impact, but it still took her breath away when she crashed into the tree, its thin branches snapping under her weight. She flailed, trying to grab something, anything to slow her fall.

Her fingers wrapped around a thick branch, and she jerked to a stop, nearly dislocating her shoulder in the process. “Oww…” she mumbled. She would be finding bruises for the next week from this. “Okay, jacket.”

She’d aimed for the tree next to the one where Killian’s jacket had gotten caught, so it was only a matter of maneuvering and balancing precariously on branches before she snatched it from the tree’s grasp. Slinging it over her shoulder, Jas began to descend, taking care that she did not fall the rest of the way like Killian had.

Pine needles crunched underfoot as she dropped the remaining feet from the lowest branch. She paused, squinting. It was a lot darker down here than on the cliff face; the tall trees blocked out the light of the stars. So, despite having a rough idea of where to look, it still took almost two excruciating minutes before she found Killian.

He was crumpled at the base of the tree like a discarded toy, covered in dozens of cuts and bruises. He was unconscious, naturally, but his chest rose and fell slowly. Still alive, at least.

Jas nudged him with her foot. “Killian?”

He didn’t move.

She poked him again, harder. No response. “Damnit,” she muttered, “why do you have to be so delicate?”

Killian offered no answer, so Jas glanced around until her eyes fell on his bag lying a few feet away. “Well…” she said aloud as she picked it up and slung it over her head and shoulder, “I have no clue where we are, and there’re signs of life off that way—” she waved vaguely in the direction of the flickering glow— “and we’re pretty much stranded until your Pendant resets.”

Jas crouched beside him and, with much effort, lifted him over her head and across her shoulders. “And,” she grunted, straightening up, “there are probably things in this forest other than us.

“So if you think I’m leaving you behind,” she finished as she started walking, “you’d be dead wrong.”

Perhaps ‘dead’ was a poor choice of words. But it wasn’t like anyone but the trees could hear Jas anyway.

@fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds

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daily-hanamura · 8 months

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to pair with the ‘your house is there’ post, these panels from the mange imply (a teeny bit) that souji going to yosuke’s house might be a regular occurrence ♥

#submission #!!!! i can't believe i haven't seen this before #i love the way nanako casually goes okay! have fun! because you are right #souji dipping and going to yosuke's house is indeed an ordinary everyday occurence nbd #also can i just say. can i just. GUITAR LESSONS AS A GUISE FOR UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL TIME REAL???#we're all going over to study is exactly what i would tell a parent when i'm going to go on a date justsaying #ALSO THE WAY SOUJI'S NEED TO SEE YOSUKE TRIUMPHS ANY SELF PRESERVATION INSTINCT #HE JUST RUNS AWAY FROM DOJIMA IN THE MIDDLE OF AN INTERROGATION #mental calculus - dojima mad = critical BUT seeing yosuke = super critical most impt #thank you for showing this to me #also sorry about it being super late this is my FIFTH attempt at posting i've failed 4x now but i didn't have my laptop while i was overseas

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ladyinthebluebox · 11 days

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i can't begin to explain about how fucking stupid Mizora's attempt at seducing player comes as to me. she's supposed to be this sly fucking devil and she talks about giving you the exctasy of agony while Wyll and literally everyone else just stands. right fucking there. ffs how am i supposed to treat her seriously?

also. btw. i'm sure there are kill bill sirens ringing back in Karlach's tent as we're having this lovely conversation & as if she didn't have enough reasons to do that already my hot girlfriend is about to stick her axe so far up Mizora's arsehole that Zariel won't recognise who the fuck has just respawned at her court.

wait. what do you mean that's not what happens next?!

#listen. i just have many thoughts about this whole proposition.#and they all lead me to believe that Mizora is just dumb and has 0 self-preservation instincts.#“Zariel's asset” my ass #i.just can't.#Larian what the fuck was that supposed be?#blah blah text post #lady plays bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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trainingdummyrabbit · 1 month

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[facedown in a puddle covered in dirt and debris] I Have Got To Say Something Beautiful Adn True

#my need to yell loudly at the top of a tree vs The Burrowing Instinct(tm)#which one is which ? heh. well. ...............walks away #iwant.... to say brave things very badly but unfortunately u dont shake off years of anxiety + self preservation instinct that easy orz..#this is the Place for saying weird shit but also i :[ but. what if some1 sees........ (<- girlie thats the point)#piktalk

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sentientsky · 5 months

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pov: your baby brother is a Weird Little Guy™️

#YES I KNOW IM NOT USING POV CORRECTLY HUSH AKSJAKDJJE #i got his permission to post this with the caveat that I explain that it went a little differently #i just didn’t want to draw it cause perspective is not my strong suit (obviously)#anyway. i was rounding the corner calling out for him #couldn’t find him anywhere #and all of a sudden this idiot (affectionate) jumps out of a doorway brandishing like. 5 steak knives #so like any reasonable individual I shrieked and tried to bat him away. forgetting that he had knives. and they were facing upwards #anyway I almost slashed my hands with my own stupidity #and then afterwards this bisexual disaster turns to me and goes. ‘yeah I knew u we’re gonna try to attack me’#‘so I turned the knives down as soon as u came close. u have zero self-preservation instinct’#and yknow what. he’s right. unfortunately.#i Drew this rly quickly — sorry it kinda is all over the place lmao #not good omens #shitpost #my art

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a-lonely-dunedain · 11 months

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"Don't touch me!" From the angst/hurt/comfort prompts 👀

Hehehe I’m using Margim and Celeair for this bc I was actually planning to write this interaction in Bitter Ash and Stubborn Flowers SO! You get a sneak peek of the chapter after next! (I think? That’s probably where it’ll fit in)

also I edited the inflection on the initial prompt just bc I think it sounded more natural in the context that way

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“Don’t touch me.” Margim commands, grasping my hand tightly –though not enough to hurt– and pulling it away from the wound on her shoulder. Her voice was stern, and though it seemed devoid of fear or anger, I am still startled by it and do not know the words to respond.

“The last time you tried to do that you looked like you were about to drop dead afterwards,” she continues in a matter of fact tone, releasing my hand “do not waste your strength on a wound so small, save it for dire need.” she looks at me plainly, “I have survived worse with less care.”

I must reluctantly admit that she has a point. I had been trying to block out the memory of the grasping shadows I encountered the last time I tried to call upon the healing arts, but perhaps that was foolish of me. It is dangerous to open my mind here, in this land so dead and cruel, yet I still instinctively tried to do so. It feels just, so wrong, to see an injury and refuse it care– even if it is for my own safety. It feels selfish. Still, Margim told me to do so, and I cannot tend to it without her permission.

“Alright, I will not use any of my strength on it,” I concede “but you are still hurt. The wound may not be serious now, but it may become so if I simply ignore it. At least let me try to clean it, so that it will not become a dire need in the future.”

“...what future?” she mutters quietly, a question that did not seem directed at me, spoken as if she already knew the answer.

“The future outside of Mordor, in Ithilien and beyond.” I answer anyway.

Margim is quiet for a long moment, her expression unreadable. “Tell me, Celeair,” she eventually says, “was any of that real? What you told me about your homeland?”

“Of course it was. What reason did I have to lie to you?”

“None that I know of, but a madman needs no reason.”

“You think me mad?”

“A little bit.” She says flatly “I do not know what else to make of you.” I do not take offense at her words. I guess my descriptions of the outside world would sound a little mad to someone who has only known this blasted and evil land.

She pauses, a conflicted look on her face “…I hope you are not mad, though.” she quietly adds.

“Well, you have humored me this far, will you allow me to tend to that cut at least? So that you might survive long enough to see for yourself whether or not I am a madman.”

“I still think it unnecessary.” She sighs, almost sounding defeated “but… I will allow it. I have humored you this long, after all. What difference will another day make…”

“Maybe everything.” Or maybe nothing, but I will not speak of that possibility.

#I didn't go nearly as angsty as I could have with this lol #But! if it means that I could actually make a little bit of progress on BAaSF (gosh what an acronym)#I will consider it a victory #when I add this to the fic proper Margim's line will probably end up changed to just ''Don't.''#holds the same meaning but it sounds more natural coming from her. she is a lady of few words #anyway this COULD have been more angsty but I was interested in approaching 'don't touch me!' from a different angle #instead of 'don't touch me! (hurt/afraid/angry)' I went with 'don't touch me (for your own good/I'm not worth helping)'#bc yeah remember it's actually really bad for Celeair to try to use his loremaster healing skills here #it could seriously hurt him but he lacks a self-preservation instinct so Margim has to step in lol #ty friend!#lotro #lotro fic #lotro oc #Margim #Celeair #ask games

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lucielovekj · 3 months

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Entire sims 4 community: the game is irrevocably broken and saves are getting corrupted please don’t play your beloved legacy files right now!!!

Me:

#idk if y’all have seen what’s going on #but a jewellery making pack has broken the entire game lmao #but I’m not experiencing MOST of the bugs and also have no self preservation instincts #so I’m just. making backups and keeping at it. I don’t really care.#I DID play another save yesterday and it was weird seeing all the actual townies about #since they’re all LONG dead in my current save and most of them don’t have descendants anymore #and some of the kid townies were people who grew up and became spouses of my kids so it’s funny seeing them around too #anyway I became an alpha werewolf and ate a family’s entire house after they somehow starved to death at random while I visited #and then I ate their urns <3 #I now have another monster girl OC and she’s the vampires gf

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