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shrikeseams · 1 year

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When you skim through the B&L silm chapter to check something and--

[Huan] brought [Luthien] to Celegorm, and Lúthien, learning that he was a prince of the Noldor and a foe of Morgoth, was glad; and she declared herself, casting aside her cloak. So great was her sudden beauty revealed beneath the sun that Celegorm became enamoured of her; but he spoke her fair, and promised that she would find help in her need, if she returned with him now to Nargothrond. By no sign did he reveal that he knew already of Beren and the quest, of which she told, nor that it was a matter which touched him near.

...Luthien really did not give two fucks about politics, huh? Anything anyone ever said about the Noldor in her presence just went in one ear and out the other. Like, she apparently couldn’t link the name of one of the major Noldor princes, who ruled some of the territory RIGHT NEXT DOOR to Doriath, to either his faction or the fact that HE IS A KINSLAYER. She doesn’t care about Iathrim-Noldor political tensions because she never notices that said tensions exist.

...You know what, maybe I WILL accept interpretations where Dior didn’t anticipate the second kinslaying, but ONLY because he inherited his mother’s political acumen.

#tolkien #This post is... only partially a joke #Like. I GET that politics outside the girdle had no practical impact on Luthien #But also.#She's had SO MUCH TIME to just casually pick things up #she SHARES COUSINS with celegorm #Yeah the names are confusing but SHE IS A PRINCESS and at that point she'd had #Like. FIVE HUNDRED YEARS to at least vaguely link names to political association!#Someone must have written a version of this where she's confused celegorm with one of his cousins or siblings right?#there's a fun drabble series:#Luthien very obviously confusing celegorm with each of his cousins and siblings in turn #while celegorm has to fight the impulse to correct her for the sake of The Scheme #San shoots the breeze

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locusfandomtime · 4 months

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okay so with all the hermitcraft muppet stuff… i’m thinking… hermitcraft The Muppets (2011) au… it works beautifully hear me out…

y/n is an autistic person who is OBSESSED with hermitcraft. however by this point, hermitcraft has been disbanded for years. they visit the season 9 world - now under the ownership of some corporation - and accidentally overhear evil xisuma’s plans to purchase the original hermitcraft worlds and destroy them, and the hermits would be unable to stop him, unless they buy the world first for an even higher amount of money than ex is offering. y/n refuses to let this happen and tracks down xisuma, explaining the situation. xisuma doesn’t want to have all the things he worked on with his friends destroyed, so decides, in order to raise the money needed to stop ex, all the hermits must reunite and hold a twitch subathon.

starting with joe hills, y/n and xisuma track down the hermits and ask them to join, via montage. they’ve all moved on and have new jobs. hypno is doing some modded stuff, tango is an overworked game dev, doc is a tomato farmer, gem is a serial killer, mumbo is biking around europe, grian is procrastinating, cleo is a fashion director, zedaph is a gameshow host, etc etc. they all agree to help, with varying degrees of hesitance or eagerness

finally, they track down etho. he is now working for a big name company designing redstone machines full time. despite their best efforts, etho refuses to help, satisfied with his current job and lacking any motivation for hermitcraft projects. everyone is discouraged with etho not joining the project, especially bdubs. however gem calls etho washed up and then etho suddenly decides to join them to prove his worthiness

they have a day to try and build as many minigames and cool builds as possible. several “celebrity guests” show up for the event, including scott and martyn, and wilbur soot, because he’s enamoured with grian. the stream starts, and they try to do competitions and play games, however, the helsmits are there and are trying to sabotage the event. y/n has been questioning this entire time what type of player they are - redstoner, builder, etc - failing to succeed in any of those categories, however, after a heartful talk with joe hills, accepts that there are talents not recognised by the minecraft community at large but are still admirable, and they do a dramatic poetry reading together.

in the end, evil xisuma, refusing to accept defeat, cuts out the power to stop the stream 23 hours and 59 minutes in - a minute short of the time goal. the hermits are at first devastated but then remember that as with any stream like this, they already reached the monetary goal 5 minutes in. in fact, they reached double the goal the moment grian talked, and five times the goal the second etho was in frame. zedaph puts on his wormman costume and talks to ex, who reveals he has only been so focused on destroying hermitcraft because it made him sad to see the hermits celebrated but his favourite hermit of all - wormman - ignored. wormman explains that its okay, because of his nature of being a superhero, he needs to stay out of the limelight to best protect his identity, but he appreciates ex’s dedication to him. the other helsmits run away, plotting their revenge. a new season of hermitcraft is announced, and y/n is unanimously voted to be part of it. gem kills someone. scar proposes to grian. the crowd goes wild. everyone claps. the shot zooms out, revealing the entire thing to have been playing on a computer monitor. cut to zloyxp, pixlriffs, and lyarrah sitting in front of it, furiously taking notes for the first recap in many years

#i have rewatched that movie. so many times.#the y/n autistic main character thing isn’t a joke btw thats like hliterally the plot of the movie. and fucking sheldon bazinga plays him #y/n isn’t necessarily even the reader. skizz could be y/n with a few edits and more connection to impulse tbh #i did edit things around to make it more logically consistent in this au but basically everything written here legit happens in the movie #long post #locus fandom time #hermitcraft #joe hills #i think he is pretty relevant here. given this entire thing is inspired by him #hermitblr #the muppets

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sammy-writes-sometimes · 4 months

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“So, this is it.” Impulse says lightly, leaning against a wall. There a few shulkers scattered around, filled with a mix of personal belongings and items leftover from building.

“This is it.” Bdubs adds as he looks through one of the shulkers, gently placing his art supplies inside.

The dryad sighs, shutting the last of the boxes before standing up.

“Well, this isn’t it.” The demon motions between himself and Bdubs.

“My love, you make it sound like we’re breaking up.” Bdubs points out.

Impulse chuckles, scratching at his scalp.

The dryad, his husband, easily strides up to him before placing their hand on his chin. It’s a small motion that he can’t keep himself from purring at as Bdubs starts to lightly scratch.

“I hope you don’t get rid of this.”

“Eehhh… bad texture…” Impulse says cautiously. “I might, just not this long.”

Bdubs almost pouts, but still he smiles. “Fine.”

There’s a small, swift kiss to his lips before Bdubs steps away.

“You gonna help me or what, stupid?”

“Wow, way to talk to your husband.”

“We’re not newly weds anymore, Impulse.” Bdubs laughs.

And yeah, they weren’t. It’d been a year and a half since Double Life and a year since Impulse re-proposed to Bdubs after deciding he truly did want to spend the rest of his life with the dryad.

As if Bdubs could read his mind, like they were still tied by a soulbond, he moves to play with the pocket watch Impulse had made for him.

“Hey, Bdubs?”

“Yeah?”

“A lot– a lot has happened this season… but I’m glad it led me to you.”

His husband stands there, almost dumbfounded as he stares at Impulse. But so easily, he breaks into a wide smile. “Oh you–...” He laughs awkwardly, almost backed into a corner. “Impulse?”

“Yeah?”

“I– I say– gods, this is hard.” He rubs his arm. “I– I love you so much. I love you more than the earth and sun and the moon.”

“I love you…” Bdubs’ smile turns small, soft and gentle. “And I’m– I’m more than happy that we’re together– that we’re still together.”

Impulse holds his hand, squeezing lightly as he kisses Bdubs’ cheek.

“We’re staying together, no matter what.”

“You better promise not to kill me again.”

“I, uh… I can’t do that.”

Bdubs glares before shoving him away. “Okay, alright, I see how it is.”

He can’t stop himself from giggling, and he can’t help but notice the smile that Bdubs tries to hide.

“I love you Bdubs… promise…”

Bdubs is silent for a moment, playing with the pocket watch – their wedding ring – before turning to Impulse. “I love you too.”

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Our ko-fi

#dec 20 2023 #written: dec 20 2023 #hc9 #impulse #bdubs #hermitshipping #impdubs #(we had to fucking speedrun this fic for today like 20 mins before our usual posting time just hnnnnng)#(like sheduling this 5 mins before we usualy post kinda speedrun)

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mxmarsbars · 25 days

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for the people of tumblr that want some clock duo to maybe read ^_^

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asurrogateblog · 2 months

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Listen:

Roger Waters had come unstuck in time.

#….I made something 🫣#god. its been forever since ive written a fic #thank you roger for recommending kurt vonnegut #slaughterhouse five was so good and I couldn’t help myself #this could've been a more cleanly edited longform piece but it had to be short or my impulse to actually post it would pass

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winxwiki · 5 months

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I utterly loathe these vocal winx "fans" who have nothing but contempt and disdain for the series, only nostalgia and what they made up in their head over the years. No respect whatsoever for the original writers, artists and designers, complete ignorance on the original italian version, doing nothing but complaining online about how much Winx sucks but they could totally fix it guys! How bad the character writing is because "Bloom is soooo annoying", no real criticism and media literacy. Surely this english parody is superior to the original.

And then you cry and complain on why hasn't Iginio catered to adult fans till now. Geez, maybe don't scream online how Winx is shit and your fix it parody fic is totally better. I dunno. Good thing Iginio changed his mind thanks to italian fans at conventions being passionate! And they do listen to real criticism, like regretting Season 8's artstyle or fucking up the story continuity for the sake of broadcasters' approval.

Not people making bad faith complaints and unfunny parodies that misunderstand the very core of the series.

I'm not saying the kids multimedia project made to sell everything with a Winx license is exempt from flaws or something but these people do nothing but complain and disrespect what they claim to love instead of just moving on, understanding that Winx isn't for them (anymore) or actually engage in good faith by watching the original, as so many complaints are the fault of a badly translated english dub or made up dialogue... because this isn't even about later seasons but fucking S1-3, the very classic Winx.

People like you aren't fucking welcome here. I will throw rocks to your window

#long post #text #youtube recommended me this short that was like “abridged bloom is better than canon <3”#and it was the unfunniest shit ever #FUCK OFF #sure she's badly written later on s4 onwards. classic bloom? she's great #she's compassionate she's traumatized she's impulsive she's caring #she's a dork she's fun she's pretty #dragonball abridged has ruined a generation of people. fuck you all #and your petty painfully unfunny parodies not made out of love for the original

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lesbianlotties · 3 months

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i know i posted a new fic like 3 days ago but you know what i'm literally too impatient to keep holding this one back so...

#time to impulsively post fic again!!#also guess what? this one will tie yj and st as fandoms i've written the most fics for!#and will tie LL and nat in number of fics that include them #exciting stuff!

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homophyte · 6 months

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dorites blog needs some kind of ‘this bitch is insane’ warning on it . fascinating to know what their deal is and then see people who don’t blunder right into the trap of interacting w them in good faith as if they’re not going to take that as an open invitation to be the worlds biggest shithead, forever

#myposts #if you see a post written by disgustedorite and have the impulse to respond to it in any way…dont #and if you do and you start getting asks…don’t say i didn’t warn you

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mukamibabe · 1 year

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What do u think karlheinz 3 wives or just cordelia would react to karl falling inlove with a guy?

Srry fot another request, im just rlly down bad for him

uhhh . ok. am i officially back? not uhh,, not really but all i know is: i can answer this one. whether i answer more, i have no idea- my amount of free time has run thin but i do know that i could do this pretty quickly. therefore! here you go!

no warnings other than.. the diamoms are.. the diamoms. they're not angels,, and uh cordelia is especially awful. that being said, tread carefully? i still never know how to warn about any works regarding this series bc.. it’s dark?? lol dl is it’s own warning.

cordelia is in complete denial. i mean, she can hardly believe karl loves anyone but her, and i highly doubt she took the news lightly. i also imagine her having a slight suspicion, because lets just say karl isn't exactly shy when it comes to spending time with his newfound love. sure, it might not be like.. extreme pda, but .. cordelia knows. she claims she does, at least. she thinks she knows this man to his very core, as he knows her. also, there's just.. something about the look in karl's eyes that makes her feel a sort of betrayal.

she keeps this info to herself for a while, but if anyone were to look closely, it won't be hard to realize that cordelia's being especially clingy as of late. it already hurts her pride enough, knowing that karlheinz has two other wives. but, for her beloved karl to be interested in a guy?? it's not something she could have even imagined, and it irks her more than anything. especially if karl's interested in a very .. 'plain' looking person. which is kind of hard anyways because cordelia has ridiculously high standards. will that stop her from trying to seduce them, though? definitely not.

cordelia will .. 99% at least attempt to sway the heart of both karlheinz (as per usual) and karl's love interest. and, if the seduction thing doesn't work on him? she'll make sure everyone in this messy situation is miserable. if she can't be happy with karl, no one else can be.

beatrix is shocked, but you will hear and see none of it. stone faced as always, no matter how she finds out of the news, she won't respond in anyways. deep down, i genuinely think she would be unbothered. in fact, she almost admires both karlheinz and his lover- it's a bold move. especially when there's so much... baggage involved. and by that, i mean : cordelia, christa + karl's millions of kids.

she's not supportive, nor is she against it. beatrix has always been one to stick to herself, and i highly doubt her and karl's new love interest will interact often, or at all, period, but truthfully, she wishes his new lover luck. she won't get in their way, but she knows there are others who will.

also i still.. i still feel that energy from her. who's to say she doesn't have a secret lady lover??? hm??

christa's heartbroken, but she would be no matter who karlheinz got with. she's .. going through a lot. like, a ton. it was hard for her to accept the fact that he had previous wives, but, with karl’s reassurance that she’s his true love, everything is okay. christa trusts karlheinz, at least, on some days, so .. there’s no way he could love anyone but her. i imagine christa being the last to find out, for some reason. i mean, i guess it makes sense because she’s kind of isolated and like.. locked away most of the time but.. idk. there’s also a part of her that literally will not process it. ..it makes her mental state in an entirely worse state than it was already, for multiple reasons. first, karl lied to her. did he? she is the one he loves the most, so why..?? ?why is she hearing all this stuff about him having a new lover?? with a guy, at that, too.. she’s in denial for the longest time but it’s also because she genuinely doesn’t believe it. hell, she doesn’t even know if she’s just hearing lies or not- even if she saw physical proof, i feel like she’d think she was hallucinating or something.

once she’s past all of that, she shuts herself off. she’s completely heartbroken. empty. there was a part of her deep down that felt like karl never truly loved her, but at least she knew she was the favorite wife - again, as per karl’s reassurance.

honestly, if she were in a better mental state, i can see her genuinely worried for this guy. she loves karl, or at least harbors some sort of true feeling towards him, and her pity for his new lover isn’t out of hatred, it’s an actual concern. as much as she loves her husband, christa is very well aware that he’s never up to any good, and there is a part of her, deep down, that would feel bad for his new partner.

#queued post #this is awkward ok . i know. i disappeared. again.#and: again. it's hard for me to .. keep everyone updated socially. i know;; im sorry #this . i guess was written purely on a whim?#idk. i just felt like it wasn't going to be too challenging and i could whip it up really fast lol #idk ok i wrote this impulsively ig #umm in the meantime: im not too into dl . does that surprise you? bc it shouldn #-'t my interests are always changing. give me a month and i'll find another interest too lmao #right now i guess it's obey me?? but i just found this dating sim game??? idk what it is exactly but it's called blooming panic #if you know about it.. HJhjdfhs is my response. im;; ;im love toaster;;; ; 😳 DJFKSJHHDSF #karlheinz sakamaki #karlheinz #cordelia sakamaki #christa sakamaki #beatrix sakamaki #god writing this.. and having the self control to not mention my oc?? how epic of me #i can't help it jdkhgf i hear diamoms and i send my girl out like a hound DKJSFKDH #skjdfjksdfh im sorry im done #idk when i'll be back but as always i appreciate your guys's patience. idk why *talking* has to be my biggest challenge but .. the world kne #w i'd be too powerful JFDHFJSDH im jk #Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #male!reader

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plutobutartsy · 8 months

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Briar's perfectionism is eating him alive :3

tags: @sharksung @teaseat @swanconcerto

this is a lot longer than i thought it would be bc how is this almost 1.3k words hello?????

anyway! content warning for self deprecating thoughts and something that's kind of panic attack adjacent? yeah!

The world was ending. Briar had gotten a B- on his vampiric history quiz and the world was ending.

His day had started off well despite his sore throat and the heaviness in his limbs.

He had taken a shower, gotten dressed, fixed his hair and applied a glamour to hide his fangs and pointy ears from humans, and the heavy bags under his eyes from everybody else. As always, he had skipped breakfast in favour of taking the longer, more scenic route to school. He had gotten there with enough time to double check the answers on his homework and to review the notes for his english class.

The knowledge that he had gotten a head start on his student council work the day before had left Briar feeling giddy; it meant he could leave school early for once and catch Evelyn working her half-shift at the café. He could barely keep the smile off his face, his mind flooded by thoughts of her talking in circles about the new show she's been watching mixed with her loud, unashamed laughter.

Would she finally let him taste some of the lemon cake she's been working on for weeks? Or would she furrow her brows again and tell him that the recipe wasn't "quite ready yet"? Maybe he could convince her to let him have some anyway with the promise of giving her constructive criticism? He had to suppress the urge to giggle at the thought.

That all seemed so far away now. Right now, all Briar could focus on was the big red B- taunting him from the top right corner of his paper. He tried to will his hands to stop shaking but his teacher's quiet "Great work, as always!" was still echoing in his head.

She had said it because she meant it, he knew that, so why did it still feel like a lie? Why did his mind warp her genuine smile into one of pity and thinly veiled disappointment? He took a steadying breath and stuffed the offending paper into his notebook, careful to cover the red letter with his hand as he did so.

By the time the bell rang, he had managed to school his panicked expression into a neutral one, yet the tips of his ears were still tinted red in shame. The pit that had been forming in his stomach for the past ten minutes felt big enough to swallow him whole any second now. He kind of wished it did.

Clumsily, he made his way to the restroom, almost stumbling over his feet multiple times in the process. He just barely managed to double check that the door of his stall was locked before his legs gave out from underneath him.

For a moment he just stared off into space, his gaze unfocused and blurry, as his mind raced. Distantly, he registered the sound of running water, a tap turning on and off, steps becoming quieter and quieter before a door slammed. But it all sounded fuzzy, like his ears were stuffed with cotton. As he turned his eyes to the floor, he noticed his hands were still shaking. He clenched his fists and tried to calm his breathing but the more he focused on it, the more it slipped from his control.

Despite his better judgement, Briar took the quiz out of his bag and looked at it again. Of course, it remained the same as before. A bold B- in the top right corner, check marks besides nearly all of his answers, safe for three of them, and a small "not quite!" scribbled next to his answer to the last question. He sucked in a sharp breath, the two innocent words forcing themselves down his throat before settleing heavily in his gut.

It was fine. This was no big deal. A B- is by no means a bad grade and the quiz counted for so little that it would barely make a dent in his gpa. Not to mention he had been exhausted on the day of the quiz, more so than usual, the stress of organizing the school festival finally wearing on him. And he had gotten only three questions wrong. Three out of fourteen.

It wasn't even that his answers were entirely wrong, he had just forgotten to elaborate on some of the important points. Everyone had their off days, just because Briar had them less often than the average person didn't mean he was above them. This was completely fine and normal and natural and Briar would not cry over something so stupid.

His eyes began to water and his breathing picked up even more as his mind involuntarily drifted to Wren and her perfect grades, with her perfect attendance and her perfect everything. Fuck. He could feel his shame and self-loathing mix with his jealousy for her. Just the thought of her left something bitter in his mouth. Wren would never cry over a B-. Not that she'd ever received one, his sister always excelled at everything. Even the hardest of tasks seemed effortless and easy when done by her. Sometimes he could hardly stand being in the same room as her for longer than five minutes, her light almost blinding him and serving as a reminder he would always stand in her shadow.

And yet, he wished desperately for her to be here with him in this very moment.

She would know exactly what to say to calm him down. To stop him from feeling so worthless and stupid. She'd take him into her arms and stroke his hair, swaying the two of them slowly back and forth. She was always warm despite her vampire biology, even that was flawless about her.

He could call her right now, Wren would pick up. She always did, at least when it was Briar calling. She wouldn't make fun of him or be annoyed. She'd listen patiently and tell him to not be so hard on himself, but she'd phrase it in a way that didn't make her sound like a jackass. A way that would make Briar feel like that was actually possible. Wren was perfect in every way imaginable so of course she was also the perfect sister. Briar almost resented her for it. Sometimes he wished she was awful to him so he could feel less guilty about his envy of her.

Briar's thumb hovered over her contact name. He didn't remember getting his phone out. He wanted to call her so bad. Wanted to hear her soothe him the same way she used to when he was eight and used to flinch at every crackle of thunder.

Before he could press the call button though, his embarrassment flared up again. The thought of having to explain why he was calling her in tears while she's in a lecture left his mouth dry and his stomach in knots. Still shaking, Briar put his phone away. He dug his nails into his thighs and forced five deep breaths. He gave himself a few more minutes to calm down fully, his gaze fixated on the chipped green paint of the stall door.

Then, abruptly, he jumped to his feet and opened the door. He splashed cold water on his face before reapplying the glamour that previously hid his dark circles, but this time he made sure to expand it to hide the tear tracks on his cheeks.

With one last look into the mirror he straightend his spine and relaxed his shoulders, then he was strutting out of the washroom and into the busy halls, trying to forget the quiz paper that seemed to burn its way through his bag and into his hip with every step.

#this is like the first time i've ever written something for my own enjoyment #the tenses were beating my ass while i was writing this ngl #and i now understand di's impulse to bully her blobos 👍#stella's super cool ocs #okay posting now before i chicken out

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jamietwat · 8 months

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Might fuck around and post another chapter less than 24 hours after the last one

#I mean I COULD hold onto it for a day or two and make updates more evenly spaced instead of posting 2 in under 24 hours #But also I COULD have poor impulse control and edit and post it as soon as it’s finished and that’s far more fun #7/11 scenes are already written at this point #And we’re at over 3600 words #There’s a chance another scene might get added but still we’re over halfway done #BLT #Bizarre Love Triangle #Mine

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palaceoftears · 1 year

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Mahidevran Sultan + Belief in fortune and destiny

What is this you call the Sultanate? Wealth and property, land and territory? To have power over the destinies of others? Was it worth it, Süleyman?

for my dear bday girl @mc-critical <3

#hope you like it darling!#there's really a lot to unpack here #and i know fortune and destiny is not exactly the same but mahi has a clear belief in fortune since the start #and in symbols of good fortune till the end [musti's amulet and how she sees the dead bird]#yet she questions the existence of a written destiny quite a lot of times #tho ofc her final stance in destiny shows her development to criticize suleyman's decisions on everyone's lives and deaths #but still i find it curious that she's always had reflections over this concept #especially s1 and s2's impulsive decisions are marked by this 'i have to fight what it seems to be my destiny' idea #and it's way too interesting!#as well as good fortune objects tend to have that same purpose. to protect from bad destiny #the only scene that does represent something different here is baby selim's tho-#i took it from your post reflecting over acceptance. which is really cool #and seeing how she believed in this type of stuff it just comes as an honest gift tbh #magnificent century #muhtesem yuzyil #mahidevran sultan #nur fettahoğlu #perioddramaedit #period drama #ottoman empire #filter credits: queenfilters on instagram #also overlays by cassietextures and thespacehelp #graphics #my edits

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sapphireluminescence · 1 year

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Amatonormative Invective

I'm so tired of love.

Please don't say that there are other kinds of love. I know, okay? I've written an ode to a best friend and an elegy to an interest and called it love both times—I know. But the rest of the world doesn't seem to. Any kind of "love" I might deign to describe will be assumed romantic, and my own arcing terms will be turned against me to hold romance aloft as the all-encompassing, end-all-be-all singular thing to die for. And so, I am tired of love. Spare me the lecture.

But at the same time, this ire is not against the idea of intimacy; I have no quarrel with connection. Romance is not inherent to either, and though it still feels like a betrayal of the sentiment, I do not want to brave the world on my own.

I want to know the quiet of companionship. Not silence—not the frigid abyss of an empty house, where every sound is startling in its foreignness, nor the tightrope tension of tripping over porcelain, reading someone else's anger into the brittle air—just, quiet. Mornings in a light-flooded bedroom, waking up slow and watching someone else blink themselves out of sleep. Inane musings over separate tasks, paper-airplane banter tossed and caught from room to room with ease. Afternoons sprawled on the living room floor, watching sunlight slant through the windows to illuminate their face, eyes molten in the glow. A study of peace, curled up in office chairs listening to rustling pages and the breath of another. Lofty midnight ramblings, hands a flurry of motion and still failing to keep pace with a brain sparking ahead, but content in the knowledge of a mind to match.

I want the warmth of someone else's presence. A partner, I guess, in the purest sense of the word. "A person who shares or is associated with another in some action or endeavor," if the action is living and the endeavor is the building of a future. The promise of an ally. Steady at one shoulder, solid back-to-back. The assurance of a crewmate through storm and smooth sailing alike, over the ceaseless seas of this life.

But the world has agreed that these things are reserved, that they are romantic at their core.

I don't—have never—seen why.

They require trust, and understanding, and dedication, and a thousand other things, but none of them are love.

And I know it's a teenage cliche, to fear a future spent unlovable, but this is not quite that, twists around it and never quite aligns. I would have been happy piecing together an existence with friends, laughter rising through the rafters of a shared house and life, would have found joy, and warmth, and peace. I could have found myself a family—fuck what the world thinks love should be—and settled comfortably into my own skin.

Could have.

Could have, and cannot.

There is no future I can see where my friends stay, where they don't fly from my side like swallows in winter wind. Each disperses after the other, seeking warmer shores, absorbed into insular units of nuclear family to leave me, drifting unmoored and compassless, searching the skies for a sign of their soaring. The thought of a life without them makes me ache to the bone, an endless march of cold mornings in an echoing house. Their absence turns the future bleak and desolate, frost creeping over my brightest dreams.

How could they stay? You've seen what the world says:

My mother tells me to be careful about whom I marry. My father tells me to start a family early. I have expressed nothing but disinterest in either, but the advice persists, because surely it will be relevant one day, because I am young and minds change, because of course I will get married in the end.

I tell someone in a moment of confiding that I don't want kids, not really, would be satisfied with a cat or dog and a space of my own. They say, "Yeah, that's what I thought when I was like, eight."

The sentiment is passed over school tables and internet cables, words not meant to be sharp, but regardless, they find a mark.

"Reasons to stay alive," and a future marriage is at the top, followed directly by starting a family.

"Don't worry," someone consoles. "It's alright to take things slow, you'll find someone!"

"Friends don't cancel other plans" for each other the way lovers do, the song insists.

"True love," someone proclaims, like romance is the only kind that counts.

"I don't want to die alone" equates to needing to get married.

"Friendship doesn't count, doesn't last, isn't enough."

After all, your spouse is supposed to be

"The most important person,"

"Your other half,"

"Soulmate,"

"The one."

Under this barrage, who is meant to resist? Who would think to stray from the concrete course laid before them? When it's held up as the pinnacle and standard, the ultimate goal, who would dare to question?

To leave the expected trajectory—never as simple as stepping sideways, all bitter fury and disillusionment. Half the songs I once loved are tainted now, innuendo and implication mocking from the shadows. It tears cruel thorns through the fabric of this world, seeps through the cracks, into tropes and stories and conversations, desecrating spaces I once called holy.

For those who do not stray, these are words and nothing more, harmless briar in places they need not tread. They have been spared this casual clawing at my heart, and though I cannot begrudge the ones I care for their immunity, I seethe with a soundless envy.

Two roads diverge in a yellow wood—one a barely-there footpath through the trees, unnoticeable from the main route unless you're looking for a way out, mist-shrouded and dense with bramble, the other, a well-trodden trail through open fields that stretch, uninterrupted to where the waving grass meets the horizon. This one leads where I cannot follow, so I have taken the one less traveled by.

I trust that it will get easier. The slope will even out and the path will open up, mist and bristling vines alike will recede. I know this. But for now, this is an aimless trek through unforgiving and unmapped wilds, and the journey before me has never looked so long or so lonely.

#writing #poetry #amatonormativity #carnival of aros #aro #wrote this last year when i was having a crisis about what the future would look like #wrote it over a few months and by the time i was done i'd made peace with some stuff #and so i thought i didn't want to post it until i'd written the sequel to it (which Will exist)#but i'm feeling impulsive tonight and procrastinating finals #soooo #aro poetry #fuck amatonormativity

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prince-liest · 9 months

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/looks at my rapid fire recent AO3 posting history, precedes by months and months of extremely intermittent and spread out posting since last december

say how seldom u are able to find time off during medical school without saying how seldom u are able to find time off during medical school

#personal #in the past two weeks I've posted 15k worth of fic and I have another 13k or so waiting to be edited that was also written in that time #like the moment I got some time off my brain just went TIME TO HEMORRHAGE WORDS NOW THAT WE HAVE ENERGY #anyway I'm starting a rotation again tomorrow so I think my oh I could write that!! impulses will have to be curbed again #but at least I have two complete things that I can post soon #fengqing and a xiyao fic extra #and after the new year things will be a lot more chill for at least a few months #(then residency and DEATH lmao)

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vasito-de-leche · 2 months

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I really really love your idea about the self aware AU of this fandom. I been waiting for someone to make an a self aware AU in reverse 1999 and I'm glad you did!

Im sucker for self aware Aus, I hope there's more of this AU, especially other characters could interact with the player instead of vertin. :D

OH! GLAD YOU LIKE IT!

It was just an idea I had marinating in my brain for awhile, so I don't have any big plans for the AU other than a few stay ideas that still need some work to fully connect with the word vomit I posted lolol - so it's just there for everyone to play with!

I always love discussing stuff or hearing ppl's takes, suggestions, additions, theories and so on <3

#not a prompt #there was that one impulsive thought to write the whole game but through the lenses of this self aware au #and then the other impulse to write pavia and FMN being desperately obsessed with the player #i mightve written this already in the og post? memory's fuzzy #BUT YEAH FEEL FREE TO DISCUSS AND GO WILD #ITS JUST SOME AU. PLAY WITH IT! MAKE UP YOUR OWN! TAG ME IN IT PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD #I LOVE SELF AWARENESS

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eternal-reverie · 2 months

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It’s happening I have oc brainrot!!!!

#ahahahh ahem I finally am insane™️#i haven’t written so many notes about my original stories worldbuilding and character notes in along time for multiple days in a row #for like 2 weeks now #click clack #sorry I’m just having a moment that I feel like my ideas are progressing forward #and I possibly show something for all the effort I’ve been putting towards it #and the creativity is bleeding into other wips!!!#what prompted me to write this post was my thinking about my ocs spending habits and gauging how impulsive they would be based on how they #we’re raised and taught how to handle money. like I was watching a video that touched on embezzlement #I’m getting inspired by everything lmao

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