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odusseus-xvi · 1 year
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I'm not the type to willingly look at critics of stuff I like. Mainly cause it makes me sad. But I've seen some recently about c3, and I have to admit there are some valid points... But a lot of them just makes me confused.
For exemple one that comes up a lot : There is too much/not enough stakes.
Both are utilized a lot. 10/20 episodes back people kept saying the campaign was boring and "there is no stakes, and no overall goals, and nothing to look towards" etc... Now I see a lot of "There is too much stakes, I don't understand what's happening, It's too stressful, Why is there stakes that early" etc...
WHAT DO YOU WANT ? Like seriously, I'm not even mad at those people just... confused. They also keep comparing those aspects to C2 for some reason (because c2 is absolutely perfect of course and was cr's peak and all that bullshit) Don't get me wrong, I loved both the previous campaigns, but like, they had stakes too. The Chroma attack, Vecna, Lorenzo kidnapping half the party and killing one member permanently very early in the campaign, The Angels of Iron trying to f* release Tharizdun or help spread it's chaos, Cognouza and I can probably keep going.
Then there is : "Bells Hells don't talk about there problems like M9 did, They are all so open to each other already I don't understand. They feel unorganic."
Ok. Let's look at something.
Goals of the M9 at the start of c2 :
All (exception of Fjord) : I'm fleeing from things and people, I need to survive and make money. I don't know who I can trust, but I probably will have more chances if I accept some help.
It make sense for them to be wary of each other, and to open up later. They don't have an urgency, a goal that makes them go forward, not yet.
Goals of BH at the start of c3 :
Orym (Dorian and Ferane follows) : Set on a quest to uncover what happened to his home and husband, searching for Oshad Breshio.
Imogen (Laudna follows) : Get to the starpoint conservatory to undestand her (and laudna's) powers.
Ashton : Clear their debts. Understand what happened this day.
FCG : Uncover what happened to their old party.
Chetney : Finding people to help him controls his powers.
They are all tangled up in misteries the want to untangle. They want to understand their lives, why they are here right now. They really quickly realise they were all traumatized in some way by things like that, AND that each of their misteries are probably more dangerous and out of their league that they anticipated ; They both realize they are gonna need help AND understands the others situation very early on. They have reasons to keep going and walking without thinking too much about what to do next. Well shit. When you think about it... It also makes sense.
Last point. This made me laugh more than the others. It was two comments under the same critic : It went a bit like this.
1st "I fully agree. I think they should talk more. They don't open up enough, and too much is happening."
2nd " I agree, They talk way too much, I want things to advance. Even back in c1 they had this problem. I skipped all the roleplay parts to get to the combat and big events." (like wtf bud)
Finally this is just to say I absolutely think that critics is necessary to a healthy fandom, and I don't mind that. Not only that but there is also something i can respect about them, even the dumb ones ; it seems more and more realise and admits, that this is fully subjective ; That they don't like all of it, but that they are also part of the problem themselves. I respect that, and I'm happy to see more and more realise it instead of outright saying it's just "bad and terrible, and not what it was".
Honeslty, personally, as long as the cast is having fun at the table, I am too.
(sorry if there are some mistakes in there I am both a fast typer and a non native english speaker)
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thewickedkat · 1 year
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heads up, Critters who follow me
for the next few weeks as new eps of TLoVM drop, the tags i'm gonna be using are:
tlovm
tlovm s2
tlovm spoilers
i will stop using the spoiler tag after all the eps have dropped, in case some want to binge the entire season in one go. after that, on your own head be it.
so grab your snacks and drinks, get comfy, and let's all enjoy the hell out of Season 2!!
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ecclectricity · 2 years
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    ;; HAPPY WARRIORS RELEASE DAY!!!! 
        Yes I called out of work for this, no I don’t want spoilers lol. We’re ( @endlesscacophony​ and I ) starting with Azure Gleam, and then moving to Golden Wildfire. I’ll make sure to post a tag ( ;; fe3hopespoilers ) if I do end up writing any metas, headcanons, or musings ( or just screeches lol ) about the game in the first month. After that, I will stop tagging spoilers!
        That being said, a polite request for my buddies here: I don’t mind your opinions of any character, route, etc. If I see overt hate toward any individual, ship, or route, I will instantly block. I am so not joking at this point. I don’t care if it’s a ship I like, dislike, am ambivalent toward, etc., but at this point I am so over the discourse and vitriol I have seen in some places that I am adopting a zero tolerance policy. ( I would also like to take a moment and express this is directed at no one in particular, nor have I seen it before on my dash, but I am taking necessary precautions for my own and my partner’s enjoyment of the game ). If you have something negative to say, please find someone to rant to in DMs. I will never yuck your yum, but I will not stand for anyone else doing it to anyone else, either.
        On this day, more than any, please be kind. Please tell people you love them. Please spread enthusiasm and light in this fandom above all else. Have a goddamn blast with this game, ridiculously ooc, insane, unwieldy, or even the opposite hopefully! It’s just a game, it’s just some pixels and pretty lights. Don’t stress.
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kazisonline · 4 months
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As an aromantic nonbinary person who enjoys sex very much, if you say that when I want a platonic relationship with sex and no romance that's alright, then when a man does that it's alright too. That's equality, that's feminism, and that's common fucking sense
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wasyago · 7 months
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the kind of chemistry these two have is very entertaining
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p4nishers · 7 months
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there's something i need to say and yall can boo me for it but deep in my heart i'll always know i'm correct: crowley already forgave aziraphale. like already would take him back at one flutter of his eyelashes. that's all.
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ratguy-nico · 5 months
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people I dont know how I did this. the gods guide my hand. Im so proud of the lineart, of course I have problems with some parts, like the background, and the center, and proportions, but it look so good despite this
(I'll probably still hate this tomorrow though T^T)
*In case you dont understand because the placement is awful the text says - YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM DYING ON ME - (I apologize to any english speaker or graphic designer for this abomanation)
this was inspire again from a publication of @br1ghtestlight (i feel like a creep for doing this again i'm so sorry, but they have such amazing ideas!) it was a post about Louise being terrified seeing movies like terabithia or my girl cause she imagine Rudy dying on her and that ignite this idea on my brain. I actually make it surprisingly fast for me. I wasn't even expecting on coloring no less everything else, but I just couldn't help it. I was totally invested in the vision.
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jicklet · 9 months
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That's all you're really left with… just messy, stupid memories that stick around, and… good or bad, you get to make more of them. Go be with your dad.
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bellshazes · 12 days
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honestly it's so stupid that of all the life series teamups ethubs got the title of divorce duo or what ever. when divorce duo is cleo and bdubs to me.
3L they are in love. this is just textual does anybody ever think about the anguish of bdubs trying to die for cleo and then not even registering when cleo dies before him because it's just so unthinkable and unexpected. cleo had a widower's pact going and cleo dies first and it's so. the crastle which he built to protect them outlives them both
that one bdubs stream where when someone asks what his favorite season was, he says 3L because of teaming with cleo
the first thing bdubs says to cleo in LL is "now it feels like home" & etho cracks a joke (prescient, in the wrong direction) about bdubs already teaming up with cleo and feeling betrayed. but he doesn't, he doesn't team with her, and this time when she outlives him she has a different kind of widower's alliance with etho instead.
promising to leave the monolith to his neighbor cleo in
double life, cleo literally says "i know we're divorced." and then he breaks her trust by lying to her when she NEVER EVER lied to him. and nothing is ever the same again. she really loved him once, but it's different in all the worlds after.
i dont trust my memory of the more recent seasons but even the family bit in limited life is like. okay they got to be ghost together she still picks on him, theyre still so comfortable with each other.
and then in secret life cleo's boyfriends comments about etho is just like well theyve been divorced long enough to be a kind of friends again and they're helping set him up.
they used to be kind of IN LOVE and now they just kind of love each other but it's still there. i am so so so so glad they teamed up that first season it changed everythign. to ME
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dootznbootz · 2 months
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Odypen definitely and equivalently adore each other BUT I weirdly can't see them as the type to actually say "I Love you".
They still definitely vocalize their love for each other but it's more so in "My Joy", and "Extraordinary Woman", "Strange Woman/Man", etc. And very cheesy lines (both say some cheesy shit in the Odyssey, and he definitely does in the Iliad as well. "Joy like a drowning sailor seeing land" bit???)
I could see "I adore you" but even then, that's probably during very specific moments but the actual "I love you"??? I just typed it just now for fic shit and... It weirdly just didn't feel right and I don't know why. 😅
Idk maybe it's kind of because I see them as over the top in ways, they love wordplay and riddles and I think they'd almost think "...That's not good enough >:( " about it??? I don't know???😂
#I wrote this last night. I'll do the asks I got later. don't worry! :D#I am the cheese god remember?😅#I think these two would try to “out-cheese” each other and whoever is left speechless first loses#“I would forget my own name before I would ever forget you” bullshit. CHEESY#And yes. “I sleep in our nest with you or outside on the dirt” stupidity >:D#I plan for Odysseus as a beggar to ask why she waits so long. As he's been gone a longer amount of time than the time they had together#(Simply asking as reassurance. He knows his answer. Calypso asked him. but what about Penelope?) but she gets mad at the#“Beggar” and pities him as he must be telling the truth about having a miserable life if he never got the chance to know such devotion#How what they have could never be sullied by#something as trivial as distance and years. How the years with him were the best in her life. Only made better by their son.#'My dear Joy made songs and poems about love a reality as that was simply the life we shared. Even separated our 'song' will always echo#no matter how long it's been. I'LL make sure it always does. And I know he's doing the same... That strange man used to say that#even if he died his corpse would drag itself back to us before he'd ever give up.'#...I'm not one for 'odyssey zombie au' but when I first heard it yeah. :'D Came up with this back then#“His eyes as hard as flint or horn-” Bullshit! The sad lil fuck is hiding sobs with coughs and telling her to keep away for fear of her#catching whatever “illness” he has. The nice thing about being disguised as old means sickly old man works.#...#I'm noticing that Odysseus has a lot of silly oneliners while I write Penelope with a shit ton of set up :'D#They are so silly and I love them so much#...I wrote a lot :'D#Mad rambles#shot by odysseus#my headcanons#odypen#yahoo!!!#sometimes I wonder if I should tag this with more things but I don't want to taint the regular tags with my bullshit :'D I KNOW I'm insane
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nickymoonwater · 21 days
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Forget-me-nots (Jegulus one-shot)
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Every Saturday since James read about Regulus' death in the daily prophet, he'd gone to the ocean.
Every Saturday since James read Regulus had been killed for trying to leave the death eaters, he'd brought a flowers. Forget-me-nots.
Every Saturday since James read that Regulus didn't even have a body to bury, he put the flowers in the water.
This Saturday was no different.
Once James was done with all his duties for the day he apparated to the shore he always went to. It had been a long day, the stars were already shining bright in the sky by the time he arrived. He walked over the sand, flowers in hand, and sat down by the water, the waves occasionally drifting over his feet. He looked at the water, saw the stars that reflected themselves in it, and looked up at the actual stars in the sky, letting out a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment.
He began talking, about his day, what he'd done, how he felt about it. Pretending as if Regulus was there to hear it. For a moment he let himself believe that was true. That Regulus wasn't dead. That they never broke up, because Regulus was never a death eater. That they were on the same side of this stupid war. That they still talked regularly, and that Regulus was sitting beside him, listening to him talk now. But when he opened his eyes again, Regulus wasn't there. Of course not. Regulus was dead. There wasn't even a body.
He sighed and and lifted his hand, gently letting the flowers down on the water. Watching as they float away, imagining that maybe, somehow, they'd find their way to Regulus anyway, before he stood up and apparated home again. Knowing that was unrealistic and childish. What he didn't know was that somewhere, under the water of a dark cave, lay Regulus body with blue petals in it's hair.
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neverevan · 2 days
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you all can hate me all you want but I'm so glad we didn't get canon buddie in s4 cuz there's no way the show would've gotten renewed for a seventh or eighth season...
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Theodorus: Sit down.
Mozart: Nobody tells me what to do!
MC: Please sit down.
Mozart: *immediately sits down*
#ikevamp#ikemen vampire#ikevamp theo#ikevamp mozart#ikevamp theodorus#ikevamp mc#ikevamp incorrect quotes#i love when theo and mozart are. THE cattiest bitches#ill be in my grave before i forget them roasting each other within an inch of their lives#literally the only thing that made it better was isaac going 'for the love of god shut it' out of nowhere#man the way i can imagine sebas in the background like keeping a tally of each banger line for each member of the mansion#you know like in the anastasia movie??? the statistics may surprise you#mozart isaac and theo are in the lead#I call them the Sweet and Salty crew and I think the name is self-explanatory#why ask for salt when you can just tap mozart on the shoulder--#the second gang is Comte Sebas and Napoleon and I call them Glamorous Petty and Better Than You#will throw down verbally at any point but are not usually the initiators#will say that Comte may seem like a surprising one but like. in my defense#a good 70% of his interactions with people is him just. lowkey roasting under the radar#just because I need a magnifying glass don't mean it don't happen--#the third group is Leo Dazai and Jeanne--tempted to call them Tall Dark and Spicy#and I feel like they don't have much of an impulse to choose violence so their insults are few and far in between#however. when they hit they hit HELLA and it's amazing#arthur i'm torn because like#he's usually the one shaking his ass to be roasted???? so im not really sure he'd have much of a tally (charles is basically the same)#faust is in Sweet and Salty and I will not be taking any constructive criticism. man is the definition of hot and cold and i love it for him#vlad and shakespeare i will say are in the Glamorous gang#don't bother asking me about vincent because I would never insult the mansion's angel that way. the number is microscopic#he has his own category because he only ever zings Theo or on the very rare occasion he gets pissed#i feel vincent's power level cannot be conveyed by the limits of the mere mortal mind...
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sysig · 8 months
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Hazing (Patreon)
#Doodles#SCII#The Captain#DAX#Who's hazing who? Yes :)#I'd like to say this is early on in their relationship but let's be honest they'd take the opportunity to rib each other at any point lol#Hehe I had fun with DAX's eye and tendril expressions in this one ♪#I mean I have a lot lately with the curls and swirls and thick lines and shapes and fully-up and angry hehehe ♪ It's all fun!#But these were especially fun hehe#Still yet inspired by WOY lol - believe me I was least of all expecting to be hit this hard but I'm not about to complain lol#I still can't get over the fact that DAX and Peepers are both Commanders who are in love with their superior and have beef with a Captain#Hilarious ♥ Love that for them ♪♫#But yes! Captain Tim was what inspired these! Lol ♪ The fact that Peepers is 3rd in command to a pet is very funny haha#And obviously it doesn't quite transfer over since the Captain is y'know - a human and DAX is ranked under ZEX specifically#I guess if you really wanted to get into it the Captain could be bragging about sleeping with ZEX but that seems even a little too mean#And also would he be so brazen about that to DAX - would he even know? I guess it Really depends on when this is lol#I do love DAX's subtle rudeness hehe ♪ He puts up with you Captain and that's about it#I had a lot of fun with his pained/freaked out expression as well haha#I also forget if I've talked about my headcanon about VUX strength? :0 I feel like I have but I have no idea where lol#I also don't remember where I got the inclination from but at some point my mind settled on the thought that VUX arms are weaker than human#At least pound-for-pound - but their strength comes from their specificity :D That their grip strength is much more evenly spread!#I mean humans have what our hands so fingers - and our arms - we can grab and hold but they can /coil/#So holding a human in an arm lock like that would be hard to break especially if he held onto the Captain's shoulder or lifted :3c#Why are you picking fights person-to-person Captain don't you have a ship and crew to pilot right about now lol#Goes and tattles to ZEX maybe hehe ♪ Fair's fair!
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feluka · 6 months
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the way a lot of the MEANINGFUL statements in support of palestine have come from people who have never touted themselves as activists and a lot of the silence/worse than silence have been from people who constantly sell an image of themselves of how humanitarian they are and how devoted to causes they are
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romance-rambles · 13 days
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THE QUEENLY TRADITION OF KILLING BEARS AND SAVING PRINCES
In the very same forest where his parents met, Ayn reminisces about them with you. The conversation gets derailed long before you decide to tease him about the Sword of Transcendence—only to get teased in turn.
— pairing: [godheim] ayn alwyn x little painter/you
— word count: 1.3k
— tags: established relationship, referenced pregnancy, takes place after an AU of courtyard reunion/crown's weight where they were together the entire time
— note: i've had this in mind since the scene where you kill a bear. it's the writer's fault for making parallels so easy to draw.
— return to lbc masterlist | series: none
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"THIS—" AYN SAYS AS THE sound of the careful footsteps and rustling grass draw closer to his location, underneath the very same tree that witnessed his parents' first meeting. "—is where my parents met. It took a while for me to find it, but I can finally show it to you."
In lieu of a greeting, his queen gazes upon him with a displeased expression. "I could've been an assassin."
Rather poetically, your long, messy hair has been tamed into a well-behaved plait. But you are not his mother, and he is not his father. There should be no tragedies in your future, and Lars will once more sit on the throne only if Ayn's own child refuses it.
"I knew it was you." He watches the ends of your red bow—the same shade as your dress—peak out shyly from behind your head. "Do you not trust my instincts?"
You don't respond. Instead, your gaze travels to the initials carved onto the tree trunk, where the E of his mother's maiden name has been overwritten by the A of his father's, and his own, surname. Crossing the remaining distance, you neatly sidestep his hand and places yours over the crude outline of the heart surrounding them.
"She saved him from an assassin," you murmur, voice distant and guilty.
At once, he knows where it is your thoughts have wandered to. Ayn shifts, reaching out his gloved hand to you—an offer, to do as you please, whether it's to pull yourself down, or pull him up, or to simply hold on.
"This is where Father meant to give her the Sword of Transcendence," he explains, once you take his hand and sit down. His voice has grown softer, and you take it as your cue to rest your head on his shoulder. "But he changed his mind after one of his knights stopped him and made a ceremony of it."
Even though you've heard this story before, you seem as enchanted by it as you did the last time—and all the times before that. You adjust your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and when he looks over at you, he sees nothing but pure affection in your gaze.
Birdsong accompanies his story, as does the gentle rustling of the leaves. Closing his eyes, he remembers the days where his parents would narrate it for him. As a child, before he began to properly notice Father's treatment of Mother, he found it to be nothing less than a perfect fairytale.
Now though, most of the magic has been scrubbed off, leaving behind only a bitter taste on his tongue he associates with the life Mother could've had without him and his father. Ayn only hopes his own child won't feel the same way about him.
"And that was when he asked her to be his bodyguard," he finishes, repeating exactly what his father would say at the end.
"We met in a ballroom," you lament, after your obligatory cooing. The longing in your usual comments that you don't is especially pronounced today. "No carving hearts into meaningful trees for us."
He smiles faintly, angling his head towards you. "The ballroom is much closer to the palace than this tree."
"It doesn't have to be a tree," you murmur. Before he can comfort you, though, you spring back to life, lifting your head off his shoulder with a faux thoughtful look on your face—and he pays the price for it, your shoulder bumping against his, with a fond sigh. "But, you know, I've saved your life before. I've even killed a bear before. Even if we don't have a tree or a flower field—"
Lips stained red, slanted into a mischievous smirk. A slight tilt of your head. Gloved fingers tucking the longer strands of your bangs back behind your ear. You lean in close, until all that's left in his vision from the scenery around them is the golden hue your hair takes under the gleaming sun.
"How come I don't have a fancy heirloom sword to pass down?" you ask, clearly anticipating your turn at teasing him.
"You're right," he acknowledges easily, a bit unwilling to play along. Ayn cups his chin in such a manner that it covers up the small smile playing on his lips, and commits himself to the act. "I should've prepared some sort of gift."
The smirk on your face drops as he taps the handle of the Sword of Transcendence. A panicked gaze lingers on him, on his hand, and it isn't long before your emotions manifest in a more...physical manner.
"Wait, no—" You straighten up, hurriedly putting some distance between them, and perhaps Ayn is a terrible person for it, but he can't help but silently guffaw. "That was a joke. That's your mother's sword! You can't—you can't give that to me."
When it becomes clear that your ramblings have no end, he reaches out and curls his fingers around your wrist. The act silences you immediately, even before his patented snarky comment. You wrap your own hand around his, and your fingers slot into place in the spaces left between.
"Why not? I thought you wanted a 'fancy heirloom sword'." he quotes.
Though you hardly look threatening with the rosy hue of your cheeks clashing against your scowl, he can admire your commitment to the role. "I'll take another one."
"I don't have another one," Ayn responds innocently, taking delight in the way your glare intensifies.
"Make another one then," you fire back immediately, crossing your arms. A pout forms on your lips, before your hand slips out and cradle your still flat belly. "Your father is such a bully. Don't let him fool you, okay?"
He bites back a smile and leans closer, closing the gap between you and him. "I should be saying that about you."
You seem to understand what he's after. With a snort, you make the first move, pressing your lips to his for a quick kiss. But despite that, when you pull back, you're still holding onto your grudge.
You even go so far as to throw his own words back at him.
At that moment, he has a sudden, vivid vision of his own child—your child, separated by gender only through the length of their ambiguously-colored hair and nothing else—stirring up trouble. Usually, in idle moments, when his thoughts wander to the future, Ayn sometimes frets about what they'll take from who. From whether red eyes and deep purple hair is a better combination than the opposite, to whether they'll favor a paintbrush or an instrument, and anything in between.
But their affinity for trouble-making is something he's never budged, and right now, Ayn is certain your features lend themselves best to trouble-making.
Narrowing his eyes fondly at his wife, he says, "We can let the little one decide then."
The expression on your face as you think over his offer would fool anyone into thinking you were deliberating over something serious. You purse your lips, taking the time to exaggerate your exasperation, and declare:
"That would take years. So, I'll let you off, just this once."
"Oh, how can I ever repay you?" His voice is dripping with amusement. Ayn has the smile to match, which only widens as he pretends to have found the answer. "I know—"
"Not a sword."
Ayn bursts into laughter—the kind that leaves him breathless, with an aching stomach and a curse that only prolongs his condition. Soon, you join in as well, and then both of them are stuck in a loop, able to afford only a slight lull of peace before something or the other sets them off.
"A kiss?" he wheezes, once his laughter begins to die down. For real, this time.
"That—"
You don't hesitate to take him up on his offer. But this one is not a merely peck. He has enough time to pull you into his arms and onto his lap. Enough time to think about what it is that you taste like. Fruit, mostly.
When you pull back, both hands still cupping his cheeks, your eyes are glimmering with delight.
"—I'd say, is acceptable."
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