#so im leaving my answers out for now

[deathsweetblossoms]

The Archeron Sisters, the Artistic Expression of the Self, & the Mating Bond

Throughout ACOTAR, each Archeron sister has three important components coloring their respective stories: an artistic expression of the self, a healing journey aligned with that expression, and an entwining of that expression with their endgame romantic partner. For Feyre, that expression is painting, for Nesta it's music and dance, and for Elain, theoretically, it is baking and gardening.

On the other side, each sister also has a more warlike aspect of the Self, which is embraced throughout the series, and serves as a dichotomy to the "softer" natures of their personalities. For instance, Feyre is well known to be a huntress, and Nesta establishes herself as a Valkyrie/warrior. Elain's more "warlike" side is yet to be explored.

For the purposes of considering how Elain's story will progress, I will be focusing moreso on the artistic expression of the Self as it pertains to her sisters, and how it serves as a sacred tool to strengthen the connection between her sisters and their mates. (I mainly introduced the warlike self to bring up some questions about Elain at the end.) Disclaimer: I am not mentioning ANY ship in relation to Elain here. I just want to put the information out there and let people think on it.

Feyre: Artist/Huntress

Early on in ACOTAR, we learn two things about Feyre: she is a hunter (her "warlike self") and an artist. We learn painting is an important outlet for her which she uses to "brighten" the dark spaces of the Archeron's home. We see her journey with her art blossom, unravel, and come back even stronger. It's such an integral part of her character that Rhy's first introduction to her, after the initial series of random images, was of her hand painting:

"until one of the images was of a hand...This beautiful, human hand. Holding a brush. Painting -- flowers on a table."

Later, in ACOMAF, we know her struggles with PTSD kept her from being able to paint anything, gradually getting inspiration for paintings as the story progresses, until she is finally able to paint something again -- on Rhys.

"I had just painted something. On him. For him. I'd--painted again."

Rhys, despite not being an artist himself, mirrors this action by painting on Feyre before they make love after culminating their mating bond:

"he took that hand and traced a circle around my breast, then lower, until he painted a downward arrow beneath my belly button"

So, here we see Rhys, her mate, entwined with her artistic expression of the Self; painting. We can also see how her painting played a major role in her healing and rediscovering herself and self sovereignty.

Nesta: Dancer(Music-Lover)/Warrior

In ACOSF, we learn from Elain that Nesta is a prolific dancer with a seemingly spiritual connection to music:

"(Nesta) was trained in dance from a very young age. She loves it, and music...in the way that performers make an art of it."

"You haven't seen her on the dance floor. That's when Nesta truly lets the wolf roam free. When there's music."

We see glimpses of moments throughout ACOSF when Nesta seeks out music as a respite from her suffering:

"when he'd dragged (Nesta) out of a particular seedy tavern, (she revealed) she had been there for the music"

She even uses musicality to describe her love for Cassian:

“Nesta could have sworn the blade hanging from her belt hummed in answer. As if it liked the sound of his voice as much as she did”

“For it was music between their souls. Always had been. And his voice was her favorite melody.”

Later on, Cassian "(finds) a way for her to have music --always" by gifting her the Symphonia, revealing that he traveled to all of her favorite taverns to record her favorite songs and that he got the musicians in the Hewn City to perform their entire set just for her. Additionally, he learns how to dance for her so they can share a dance in Hewn City, thus entwining himself with both of Nesta's artistic expressions of the Self.

With both Feyre and Nesta, their two "expressions" are present right before an intense moment of connection with their mate. With Feyre and Rhys, they make love in paint after she had a burst of inspiration to paint the entire cabin. With Nesta and Cassian, she is gifted the Symphonia and then they make love after her successful dance-mission in Hewn City. Both females master that part of themselves in some way before the mate steps in to honor that part of their soul, mirroring it back to them in some way, before they deeply connect.

Elain: Baking & Gardening / ???

For Elain, I have a few questions to present for consideration:

We have already seen how baking and gardening has a healing effect on Elain - is this her own artistic expression of the Self? If the beautiful Bread and Roses theory stands, then I would say yes. (I would also say this helps strengthen the Bread & Roses theory, simply because the imagery has now presented itself as something important enough to be noticed by Bryce). I believe to confirm this, we either need her POV to explain her own connection to these things, or someone else's observance of how she makes baking and gardening an artform.

Who in the series is already "entwined" in Elain's love for baking and gardening? (I'm talking powerful imagery, I'm talking shared moments, etc etc.)

What is Elain's dark side? We know she has the moniker of Kingslayer, we know she has Seer abilities; are these aspects of her dark side or is it something else we haven't yet explored? Since each of her sisters has these dualities present, it would only make sense that she has a dualistic nature as well.

How will Elain's baking and gardening continue to contribute to her story, her self sovereignty?

How will it lead to the culmination of her union with her chosen romantic partner? (This is just fun to think about, tbh. How is this going to manifest narratively? Are they making love in a field of flowers? Is she going to be gifted flowers?? The possibilities are endless, and, quite frankly, cute as hell.)

Either way, if we follow the same format as her sisters, we can start to imagine different possibilities for the path that Elain's journey will take. Especially if we look at it through this lens. Personally, I'm really looking forward to seeing what Elain's "warlike" side is, or how that will even manifest itself in a way that is in character for her.

#acotar #elain archeron #the archeron sisters #pro elain archeron #bread and roses theory #i cannot answer any of these questions without showing my bias #so im leaving my answers out for now #but im ITCHING to answer this in relation to my preferred endgame lololol #maybe i'll just make a separate post for her answering my own questions #because ya'll know i've already thought this out LOL

[suntails]

200 years

#200 FUCKIGN YEARS OF EFFORT. 200 YEARS OF SEARCHING ENDLESSLY FOR A SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLE ANSWER #DISGRACED AND LOSING ALL OF WHAT LITTLE HE HAD TO TRY AND BRING THIS GUY TO LIFE. FOR HIS PARENTS HE LOVED. FOR THE KINGDOM #like oh my GOD happiest moment of his life indeed. he gave up a fifth of his lifespan for this and achieved the impossible. so fuckign prou #dragon malleus looks so scrungly he looks so silly goofy. i kiss his head. he breathes fire in my face #tumblr as a reminder that ur my fav platform u get this two hrs before twitter does. i kiss u so lovingly #NOW im all lore-d out. leaving for the airport in 45 minutes i still havent packed lmao #twst #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst spoilers #ch 7 spoilers #suntails

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Hello! I saw that you had a human design for the Tengu, and I wanted to ask: got any hcs for our bird demon as human? Or just hcs in general, wither will work

Hey! Bro- you won't believe it, but i literally was thinking about Humanized Tengu (for uh- reasons) when I opened tumblr just to see this ask, like deadass??? ad;kjdfdfsa Clearly it was a sign!

But I don't have that many hc about him tbh?? He was a very spontaneous creation for that day, so like here have just some basic info:

the original design i did for ninjavember is kind of how Tengu looked at the prime of his powers in human form, when it/he faced First Ninja.

He is very unnaturally tall, has bone white (practically ashen) skin, with the end of his limbs being dark grey (like literal ash/burned). His body is covered in blue markings like tattoos (very inspired by Law from One Piece haha) and his hair is a mix of feathers and fur-like hair (like birds). He is usually dressed in rich clothes, with his wings acting like sort of cape.

He likes to smoke the pipe ;) its less of actual smoking leaf and more 'energy and fire itself' type of smoking.

He is kind of an asshole, but he greatly (if reluctantly) respects First Ninja because he managed to defeat him and use his powers for his own means. He despises having his powers used by others, but he also kinda respects that it is for a noble cause.

When it comes to Ninjas who came after, he kind of feels like a dad who was forced to take care of kids he never wanted, and those kids literally suck life force out of him, lol.

And that's about all I got for now. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But thanks for the ask i loved a chance to doodle him ;)

#que? #rc9gn #rc9gn tengu #rc9gn first ninja #listen the analogy of First contracting Tengu into an unwilling 'marriage' for noble cause and basically dumping adopted kids on him later #makes me cackle like a deranged person you dont even know #fun info his hair makes him look like a rooster and it freaks Randy out very much ;) #i actually got an absolutely dumb funny idea about his more modern design but i started laughing so hard that now i cant conceptualize it #into words or arts so. uh i dunno maybe ill post about it later tbd #i literally answered this ask the same day i got it and then i struggled to draw like fr and got distracted and shiet #man im drowning in wips <;D i cri #also i refused to aknowledge that i like to make Ninja deal with a certain type of people ok leave me and my fav tropes alone

[milkweedman]

Hi, you said in your bio that you're chronically ill. I was wondering if you had any tips for knitting with chronic pain (assuming that's your flavour of chronic illness)? Or do you know anyone who could give me advice?knitting/sewing is my sanity-saver.

I use compression gloves, only knit with specific weights of yarn (the ones that are the least painful for me), and try to take frequent breaks, which for me looks like switching hobbies every 30 minutes or so (knitting to spinning to knitting, etc). I also do my best to be very gentle on my joints when i can, altho i honestly rarely have the choice at work.

Personally i have joint problems and migraines, so thats what im correcting for/trying not to make worse. Helpful advice probably varies depending on what youre trying to correct for. Really my only general advice is "when it starts to hurt, try to stop" and "if possible, save the painfully difficult stuff for when youre doing well, and make the easier stuff your usual work"

If anyone who sees this has got other tips please feel free to comment them

#i havent knit socks in a while and i realized my last wrist and thumb issue flare up was the last time i did socks #and also right now when im doing socks again #which is making me think maybe my wrists are better than i thought generally speaking but knitting just destroys them #socks specifically i tend to zone out with and ignore pain signals #idk what to do with that info tho. i guess knit fewer socks :( #anyway there may be some things like that which you can save for when youre feeling comparatively well #but chronic pain isnt actually my issue and i can and will work thru pain to the continual degradation of my joints #so rly the joints getting worse is what my problem is #so i dont know how much if any of this is helpful to you #sorry im replying right before i need to leave for work and thru a migraine so. might try and think of something more helpful and update #my answer #chronic illness

[todayisafridaynight]

any hopes for kiwami 3? like things u wanna see added or changed stuff like that

if they dont keep kiryu's goofy walk stance and the hoof-like walk sounds i dont wanna play it

#snap chats #no one understands how much i love that from y3 and y4 its genuinely one of my favorite things about the game #oh but i guess i have to give an actual answer now. HMPH. #id scream if they revived kanda calling mine limp wristed. homophobia in 4k #OK BUT TO BE SERIOUS uhhhh i dont know. im a real simple guy i think #my only like. If This Isnt There Im Leaving deal is mine's palette and im so serious #rgg's scaring me with all the black-hair/purple-suit mine stuff as of late and i cant stress how hard ill vomit if thats in the final #HYPOTHETICAL final anyways. yk3 isnt coming out for. IDK A WHILE #i wanna say i hope they highlight daigo and mine's relationship more but i dont know how theyd do that #i really like how mine's handled in y3 as is so i dont think i want scenes injected like what they did with yk1 and nishiki #someone said a Mine Saga after the game and... hm ... sounds too unrealistic for me to hope for it #like im REALLY trying to think how they could possibly reference the rggo stories in y3 since those are EXCELLENT but #i think . MAYBE. you could reference the story where richardson calls mine as he's driving to the hospital #the only thing you'd have to exclude though is mine stopping by the bar- like JUST keep the phone conversation maybe #cause in that scene that subordinate does question mine if he can really kill daigo and i think thatd be neat. in my opinion. #yeah i dont know. in regards to rggo its hard to think of what i want without intervening things i already like about y3 #its a real head scratcher ... #a really good epilogue addition would be adapting that RGGO bit where daigo ruminates on mine. that's a fair ending for him i think #it also fulfills the need to see how daigo saw mine even if its just a little #and to non-rggo readers it could start to answer 'how does daigo feel about everything that happened' #im still so curious as to if daigo was briefed on EVERYTHING that happened but .... anyways.... #sorry all my hopes for y3 are just mine/minedai centric fLVKELKA BUT LIKE. i really am content with everything else with y3 surprisingly #idk. i want kiryu fucking up that curry in high definition tho. thats important to me #THEY HAVE TO KEEP THE QTES DURING THE RICHARDSON FIGHT ILL BE PISSED #i need the fight to be AS CAMPY and unnecessary as it was in the og. INCLUDING richardson's voice acting i need it wack as hell #is it weird i actually appreciate the Diet Building Loredumping being like. in replayable-cutscene form #i thought id prefer just One Long cutscene but im glad theres the option to skip those segments #BUT being able to get a refresher in case you missed something somehow #im running out of tags jesus christ i shouldve put this in the main text but vjALjlagj those are all my thoughts for now bYE

[canarydarity]

Hard to tell how indicative the bones on the floor are of anything about the catacombs themselves being how, every few minutes, Pix kills another skeleton adding to the collection. He swipes his sword through the one before him, and it collapses so readily into a pile of bone—like it was made to, like it was just waiting on his sword—that he has to wonder, not for the first time, what was holding it together to begin with. The bones rattle and clatter against those already littered around, and Pix sighs at the further disturbance to the scene as it was when he had entered; accounting for the damage likely done by mobs was going to make this hell to study. 

He grabs another torch and sets it inside one of the empty sconces that still adorn the walls, readjusts his grip on his sword—he can hear more lingering around the next corner; the low hiss that means a spider is near, the groan or two of a zombie. 

Pix picks up a chunk of cobble from the ground and tosses it down the hall, waits. Sure enough, out scuttles a spider. He disposes of it quickly enough, but it seems he’ll have to venture down the dark hall to goad the zombies. He glances at the clock he placed in his hotbar before embarking on this mission (it’s hard to tell how much time passes underground—something he learned quickly in his line of work). There’s still a good amount of daylight left, and he wants the catacombs cleared; he has other projects he has to move on to, things he needs to finish; he’ll just get through a few more halls—it won’t be an issue, surely. 

But the new corner he rounds remains dark even as he places a torch behind him to mark the way back. The groans can still be heard, but a zombie is yet to lumber his way, and so he has to wonder what's beyond his admittedly limited sight. Pix shuffles another foot or so forward, a torch in his non-dominant hand now as well, hoping for light, for vision. The research part of him—the logical academic—knows that it shouldn't still be this dark with the torches placed behind him nor the one in his hand, and that part is so much louder and more important than the one that knows this means something is wrong, the part that says turn around. 

The torch is lit, he can feel the heat of the flame as he observes it flicker in and out but cast no shadow on the wall behind—a wall Pix can’t even see but knows is there all the same. The circle of light provided extends no further than an inch or two out from the flame itself—comparable more to that of a birthday candle than a lit hand torch. If he hadn’t been staring directly at it, he would’ve assumed the fire snuffed out. 

He feels his eye twitch and his brows furrow. Academia liked concrete answers, things that could be explained and reasoned away—unequivocal proof. But Pix had always had a soft spot for the inexplicable, the ineffable. It was nice when he studied something and found an answer, it was riveting when he didn’t. How much more exciting to study it again and again, a riddle that begged not to be solved. (How much sweeter the prize if he were the one to figure it out in the end). 

His interest was piqued. He could feel it, the way his attention focused and his surroundings blurred and left him; his body on standby, his sword hand lowered almost subconsciously.  

In other words, it was entirely his own fault when the zombie grabbed him. Panic is never a good thing to welcome into a fight, but it likes to show up uninvited anyway. Pix's entire career revolves around studying human behavior, about how human nature cannot be fought against though it oft leads us to our own downfall and ruin. He finds it uncanny when he's reminded that this is a phenomenon from which he is not exempt. 

In haste, he elbows the zombie behind him and turns, back now to the darkness—the one not even his torch could dent. It’s an ugly bugger, eyes soft and misshapen from decay and skin so leathery it’s as if it's been treated and is ready for use as a saddle or armor. Logic replaced by horror, before he can run it through it advances, arms out, and Pix drops his sword to reach back, holding it at arm's length itself; their arms interlocked, pose not unlike meeting an old friend again for the first time in a while. His hands grip the woven fabric of what's left of its shirt, too old and worn to be from any time close to recent, and, despite the very real danger, his mind takes the time to process the period-accurate fabric, the hand-stitched design. He blanches again as he looks into its horrible milky eyes—this zombie was from the capital. 

Not sentient enough to know why it’s not actually getting any closer to Pixlriffs, the zombie makes a noise that sounds frighteningly human in its frustration and steps forward, and in his distraction, Pix lets it. The push seems to make his brain function yet again, and he shoves the zombie backward a good few paces away, but the momentum sends him stepping back himself, and his foot finds not purchase but, instead, the disturbing lack of solid ground, and with nothing left to do, he falls. 

He hits the ground with a thump and a crack and a lot of other sounds he would rather not describe as he feels they were likely very undignified. Winded but, it appears, still in one piece, he grabs another torch and strikes it against the wall, holding it up above him when it lights and shines this time as torches normally do. He buries the part of himself that is disappointed at this—the part that wants to panic and complain finally louder, now, than the part that says hmm. 

He didn’t fall too far, it seems. Now that the torch is lit he can see the gap he’d fallen through, just under a dozen feet or so above where he lays. It's obvious even looking from below how the stone floor had crumbled away, taking maybe one or two hits too many over time from overcrowded mobs or shifts in terrain or pressure aboveground. He tilts his head back but sees only another dead end behind him, and ahead looks like a further, deeper hall of the tomb he hadn’t uncovered yet, though the path is obstructed by debris from above; a net of spiderweb blankets the pile of stone and dirt, but no spider seems to be left guarding the web. 

His friend above seems to have lost interest now that he’s fallen out of sight, and its moans and groans get further away by the second. 

No immediate threat, Pix lets his head fall back onto the ground and takes a breath. He knew the crypt would be full of mobs, he knew it’d be hard, but still…

No, it’s worth it. It will be worth it. He has a job to do.

At least he isn’t defenseless—it’s more than he can say for the dungeons. Not a weapon to his name, fists wrapped in tape so red you’d never believe it’d been white to begin with; knuckles so raw and scraped and beaten by the time he’d made it out that they’d scarred that way—permanent marks of the fighter he was, of the fighter he’d proved to be. 

There was a fear there, too, at that very real and physical understanding of permanence. His studies proved expert in providing examples of what was permanent and what wasn’t, and where people weren’t, things were. He’d spent enough time studying what could be learned about a person by the things they left behind to begin to wonder if anyone at all would’ve remembered him if he’d died in those dungeons—not a singular weapon or item for him to leave behind and tell his story.

Pix stops wallowing. He sits up and reaches over his shoulder for his pick; he isn’t shocked to find that the shaft had snapped in two from the fall, it having been strapped to his back. He sighs, tossing it aside as useless. He’ll make another. 

He takes the time to remind himself again that he knew it was going to be difficult, and that difficulty was no reason to not continue. But it didn’t just feel difficult it felt…inhibiting. Dissuading, deterring, impeding. It felt deliberate. It felt like, stay out; like, we don’t want you here; like, leave us to our rest. 

(it wasn’t, it was something far more sinister. An idea he’d never thought to consider; like a torch was giving off too-little light in the hallway of a dark, long-forgotten crypt, he couldn’t see any farther than what was right in front of his own face. How cliche it’d be, in the end, when it came to pass—the academic too invested in their own research, too dismissive of the present danger posed until it consumed them. He’d have a moment to laugh about it later, when the dread had settled in and all options—or lack thereof—exhausted. While on the topic of permanence…

It was not go away that the tomb was saying, not a driving force out that was being enacted upon the archeologist, but a more frightening call of stay. A threatening but desperate find…become…join…

No, if it were trying to keep him out, why would it keep pushing him deeper? Add this to the list of things he’d realize too late.)

He stands and dusts himself off. The wall is thick and overgrown with glow lichen, and he grabs the nearest vines and tugs one, twice, three times before deciding it won't give and hoisting up. It takes a few minutes and a fair amount of huffing and puffing to get himself to the top and over the edge but he does it, collapsing on higher ground once again and taking a minute to slow his pulse. When he left the dungeons, he dove back into the studies he’d been missing and decided he’d had enough fighting to last a lifetime—this was not without consequence, he’s not nearly as in shape as he used to be. 

His sword is still on the ground where he’d dropped it, so he reequips and readies himself to push his way back out; he’d have to make time to come back and clear the rest another day. He would be back, and he hoped he would be welcomed. 

“I don’t mean to disturb you,” he says into the quiet blackness of the catacombs. He doesn't dare speak above a whisper, for there were still mobs around and his voice carried enough as it was, bouncing along the empty stone and quiet graves. “I'd like to tell your story.” 

There's nothing to hear but for the scuttling of various creatures far off in the dark, the shrill whistle of stray wind through small openings and holes. He raises his voice only slightly, a bit bolder. “Don’t you want me to do that? Will—would you allow me to do that?” 

Silence, and then—the rattle and clatter of a skeleton. It sounds like only one; he lit everything up pretty well on his way in, getting out should be easier. Striking another torch against the wall, Pix prepares to go. For a second, the light is brighter than it should be, its circle of light illuminating the hall completely, the hole he’d fallen into, the distance to the other side. He leans back to avoid the heat of the flame, and he sees it. 

The other side of the cave-in leads not to another tunnel but to an alcove, and empty it is not. His torch, though many feet away, sheds light on the scene; the heavily wax-encrusted stone above a pile of used candles and burnt wicks, the coin and other offerings of gold overflowing from bowls and chalices and any other orifice they could be piled upon, and her. 

He recognizes her immediately. The tapestry covers the majority of the wall, and though it's faded for certain, the lack of direct sunlight has done wonders at preserving what it could. The colors are familiar to his research, the subtle and light greens under warm oranges and yellows. He’s too far, he cannot see any detail; the background, what she's holding, her face—but he knows her. She’s their patron. 

The skeleton wanders closer, its bones clicking and clacking down the hall. Pix swallows. 

“I’ll return for you, I will.” It’s a promise. She’s holding a secret, he knows she is—he’s going to figure out what. Pix turns just in time to face the skeleton as it rounds the corner, and soon its bones join those on the floor, new and old alike. 

His words still echo off the caverns and crevices of the catacombs after he's left and gone, and though not possible to have been heard by human ears, the crypt whispers back good. 

~-~-~-~

Far below even the hole the archeologist had fallen in, leagues underneath the surface of the earth, buried perhaps the furthest underground of anything left behind from the ancient capital—so deeply you’d have to wonder if maybe it was done on purpose—the crown sits in a chest, waiting patiently to be discovered. It’s not a matter of if, but a nice decisive and quiet when. Eventually, the echo of the archeologists' words falls upon it where it sits, and slowly it begins to emit a soft glow. It says stay, it says find, it says become, it says join.

It says soon.

#me when i dont write anything for almost an entire month and then inexplicably come back with 2000 words of pixlriffs fanficiton #all of which is completely self-indulgent #if you couldn't tell by tags on my recent reblogs and by this hey im doing so bad about pix being fucking dead and all #the blind academic...to be so invested in your work that it consumes you... #to disregard danger for the sake of being so close to what you believe is an answer #he studied the past so hard that he became it #hahahaha. #good thing he enjoys his work #because now he can never leave. #okay sorry not to write a 2000 word fic and then also write like another 300 in the tags #but also its mY POST!! GET OFF MY LAWN!! IM ALLOWED TO DO THAT! WAH IM SAD! #last thing but i have so much more to say about pixs background being his weaponless playthrough of mc dungeons. so. #someone talk to me about this /please #i lied. new last thing. now that this is out of my head :) hey :) all my fic planning is done im gonna start writing sentinel species #worm writes #empires smp #empires smp fic #empires smp fanfic #pixlriffs #pixlriffs fic #empires season 2 #esmp season 2

[lavenoon]

Blorbo thoughts(tm) but this time I’m directing them at you! For all the blorbos!!

I imagine that Eclipses favourite kind of kisses from Agent Neon are hand kisses (several for each hand)

What are Sun & Moon’s fav kinda kisses to receive from Robin? What makes these boys just swoon and melt into a puddle of animatronic? :3

Of course several for each hand! Just one each on only four hands, what kind of research would that be? No no no, to come to any significantly powerful results, of course you gotta pepper the boy in kisses! <3

Sun really likes getting kisses on his mouth - he may not have lips to reciprocate with, but he'll nuzzle back some! He loves how impossible it is to misinterpret those, and as we all know, he loves flaunting all the good he has - Robin definitely is a part of that! Also just a teensy tiny giddy about how small they are, when they pull him down or ask him to lean down, depending on their mood, and how much that proves that they want this, too. But, in quieter moments, without any audience, Robin will sometimes raise their hands while their fingers are just laced together, and then kiss the back of his hand, and it melts him into a puddle every time. He was so scared that they'd be terrified of what those hands can do - the obvious show of affection in all its tender glory just gets to him <3

Moon doesn't really have a preference for the where, but he's a fiend for sleepy kisses. Whether about to fall asleep or just waking up, he loves being close enough for kisses any time Robin sleeps around him (given their nocturnal schedule, it's actually rare for him to see them sleep!). And a tired little bird who can't even try to reach for anything specific, but is so determined to show affection that they just kiss whatever is available to them? Arm, (clothed, sorry) chassis, in some cases even just an awkward chin kiss - he loves it, he eats it up, and he might just pull them closer for more cuddles and kisses as they start giggling at how predictable he is. He doesn't mind predictable - being soft and domestic together took them long enough, some embarrassment won't stop him now <3

#answer let luce #zelda7999 #accidentally undercover #this took a bit because I got distracted doing my nails <3 #guess who's got AU blorbo themed nails now. right. this sucker #also. fun fact. #so the boys nuzzle more than they actually kiss back #which is good for them because Robin doesn't catch on really #until way later when they're like. 'wait. so when you just bury ur face in my hair n nuzzle -' #'yeah that's about the closest we get to a kiss. do you want us to stop?' #'... no. but I'm having a fluster crisis about many other moments in retrospect.' #'good <3' #y'all remember in the AU AU AU drabble Acts of Service Sun nuzzles close for a moment before leaving to grab his shirt for Y/N? #yeah. yeah it was there all along #also. me and my gd research bias coming out. yes im normal and love the idea of flirting by framing it as an experiment

[raspberrysmoon]

hey i just wanted to say im so sorry about the thing you posted, grief is. it hurts so bad and im rlly sorry youre going through it

if you ever need to talk we're here and love you /p

ilysm zazz 😭😭😭 youre genuinely. youre incredible. thank you for the hugs <3 /p

#alice answers asks !! #will probably just keep posting abt it every so often #i plan on writing something heavy to get my feels out #something will definitely be posted on june 1st. right before a happy pride post for shits and giggles #'im so sad right now my best friend is leaving' 'by the way i LOVE gay people' #i think that will be funny

[bunnihearted]

🌌🗯️

#ughhhh i had a very very unpleasant nightmare and now i just feel awful :< #it was like all dreams super weird and made no sense. like i was in this GIANT obnormous building and was in the elevator #and suddenly i was in a large room where u like went to be accpted to get a job there??? #someone told me to change my outfit so this room could get accepted bc it was too revealing #then a man - the big shot - came in and the leader of the room introduced us one by lne #but when it came to me he asked the two of us to introduce ourselves #but when it got to me he said 'now it's eden's turn' & i was like haha im eden but u already know that ;3 #he just forcefully moved the convo along and asked me (and no one else) 3 questions #the last one was like 'if u werent here (at work) where would u be?' i hesitated for a moment and he said that if i hesitate too long #it doesnt look good. 'i'll give u one last chance. if u werent at work you would still be here in this place. with your family. #'we will be your family now. that's your answer. do you want to be part of this family?' #it all had an eerie tone to it but i just said 'yes i do. i really want to be part of the family' #and whoosh i was accepted and 'hired' to the very mysterious omnious building (the building was like miles long and big. like an entire city #anyway... this was just odd but then the thing that fucked me up for today #i dreamt of my two old 'friends' first there were just many moments where we talked and did things etc #but then came a part where // tw for SA // i was raped and then.... #they both chose to leave me and abandon me after #like they in the middle of the night made sure to bring me home. they werent completely heartless haha.... #and i in the nightmare felt safe. like i thought i could count on them #then the next day they were gone and they had also unfollowed and blocked me on all the apps #hmmm... yeah so both of those two things were just so horrible to dream about #and now i just feel like.. yeah. checks out. that's very similar to reality skskks :')) #i feel so lonely and like.. unworthy of care or love or support. ugh not a nice dream to start the day

[heyitslapis]

I don't have time for people who don't have time for me

I don't have time for people who don't have time for me

I don't have time for people who don't have time for me

#yes yes i know adult life leaves little room for spending time with people who you care about & even if we have time we're burnt out #but my whole adult life has been white-knuckled clinging to relationships or people that barely if ever send that energy back #as soon as theyre onto the next person that will entertain them. as soon as theyve found something to fill the time that i usually take up #as soon as theyve gotten all they wanted from me emotionally. as soon as its inconvient to see me. almost as soon as theyre bored #then suddenly its me waiting for a text. waiting for a day to hang out. hearing over and over again that yet another thing is more importan #than me. and i get it. life happens. schools important. work is important. rest is important. but at the point im at in my life #im looking for people who actually make an effort not just give months and months of excuses as to why they suddenly cant hang out #im a pushover. im easy-going. im a very understanding person. i get it bc theres also very few days per week that im free to socialize #but i cant keep letting myself act subservient to everyone else in my life. i always put my friends & potential friends so high on pedestal #i treat them & their time as precious. now i refuse to let someone do anything but the same for me. my time/energy/love is just as precious #i dont deserve only a text when you need something from me or just to act as a treat to tide me over until the next transgression #and i certainly am NOT going to be the person that you can stand-up and then expect to still answer your text. not anymore. #in prioritizing my mental health lately ive realized that this pattern HAS TO STOP. i cant allow myself to continue the same harmful cycles #i deserve better. i need better. i WANT BETTER #emma vents #vent tag #healing tag

[mistyycowoa]

How do you actually prove pi is infinite? What if it's just a reeeeaaally incomprehensibly long decimal????

#math #im so confused #i need answers #head empty #i was literally spacing out during breakfast and now this wont leave my head #help

[amatres]

I know you have to choose the option but the farewell conversation that sticks most in my head in the Gallows is with Carver where Hawke can say something along the lines of 'This is how we're supposed to be, side by side' and he tells them they know it can't be like that forever.

Like, my Hawke at least spent so much of her life building her identity in service of her family. Hawke most resembles their father no matter what, and the family is shaped around them narratively (if you're a mage or not deciding which sibling you lose first and how that class effects how those siblings feel about themselves and their place in the family) and they shape themselves around their family in turn, exist for them, takes up the role of leader after Malcolm has passed. The answers of where Hawke considers home when they're asked never felt right, because they lived on the run for so many of their formative years, the true answer feels like to me to be their home is their family, the place never mattered beyond being allowed to rest and not look over their shoulder every day.

What happens to that identity when everyone you built it around is gone? Where would they consider home when it's all said and done? The Amell estate was something they got for their mother, one of the answers they can give to Varric in Act 2 on what they plan to do now is watch over their mother, Carver tells Hawke to look after her when the expedition separates them. Then their mother is gone too.

There's no final statement for this since it's just me rambling, but it's hm, sad to think about. Who is Hawke if they aren't living for the sake of another, when all those they lived for are gone and they never felt at home anywhere but in the people they surrounded themselves with?

#ama mumbles #dragon age #dragon age 2 #hawke #allyn hawke (oc) #im not writing meta this is just me rambling thoughts specifically born from trying to figure out allyns uhh problems lol #by act 3 the answers is probably their companions but eventually everyone leaves their side besides their possible li #so what do they consider home who are they when they are truly alone #my hawke is a mage which also shapes this perspective i dont know how it affects nonmage hawke #anyway carver was right and valid to want to find an identity separate from the family #bc like look how his sibling destroys themself trying to shape themselves around it #as for my own hawke id say she felt most content in lothering she briefly was feeling the same in kirkwall in act 2 but when leandra dies #part of her dies with her i suppose. shes the champion of kirkwall and its a death sentence bc shes a mage so she decides #to try and help at least make the world a bit more comfortable for any mage that comes after her #allyn and anders in act 3 shaking hands over being suicidal and throwing themselves into at least making it mean something #by helping ppl like them maybe having a better life #on that point the chantry explosion didnt feel like a axe to allyn it felt like a release. finally the hold of this place has lifted #if that makes sense lol. kirkwall was only for her mother now that shes gone allyn was waiting for an end to her stay there and it came #back to being on the run. something that felt more natural to her. maybe one day she will have a small farm again #or maybe she will live in a city with a garden if the people she surrounded herself wanted to live there #just somewhere that the noose of her family's ghosts were no longer strangling her

[starlightomatic]

my job is clearly not hiring me on to stay for the fall but also no one will actually tell me that so im just supposed to take the hint that im fired/laid off and it’s really fucking weird

#i live on site so i need to pack up and move out next week yet no one has the decency to like… actually tell me #i know this place is chaotic but this is next level #btw yes I’ve reached out to multiple people including the person who should be my supervisor now #got a non-answer from one and a read receipt from the other #also emailed the head of the dept who would be my boss if no one else currently is #and ofc he didn’t respond but then he never does #i guess i’ll just walk into his office monday and be like hi my friend and i want to know whether we are employed here #alternatively i could just arrive monday w my laptop and start working and wait till someone tells me to leave #and then bill them for however many hours i work before that point #im really tempted to do this

[fox-guardian]

whata up with the time travel fic?

that's a very good question! *walks off stage*

#fg's answers #asks #listen. listen. things have happened in the nebulous outline i have in my brain void for this fic #in short it needs to be rewritten. not that much was written. idk maybe ill leave it #but ultimately. Ultimately. i am not primarily a writer. idk if y'all noticed. #i dont wanna put out a few chapters and then leave people hanging when i have a long fic planned #however. i also dont write very often. perhaps you see my dilemma #if i ever post the fic. YAY! but also if i don't. apologies for having hyped it up so much alsjaksjsk #also if this comes off as annoyed or smth thats my bad. im not upset im just Very Sleepy and am about to go to sleep lol so i might be Off #might change my blog header about it idk what id make it tho #edit: realizing this person may not actually know What The Fic Is. hm. #in that case: BASICALLY i had a fic idea back in 2020 made a couple comics about it said id write it #and then Never Finished It. or posted any chapters anywhere. #its at like 30k words now and it's barely started. idk if thats good or not. #anyway thats proof of how sleeby i am gn

[princeanxious]

oh no. you have given me FNAF brainrot. what have you DONE

why would you show me solar lunacy. now I'm emotionally invested in a robot

how dare u >:0

Welcome to the party! theres snacks and blankets in that corner and pillows to scream your simping into in the other corner, and I'm gonna be busy doodling the tall robot gremlin boys for the next while I seems.

...there are worse fates, I assure you. xD

#look ive held out this long on sanders sides without an update okay. im tired. im following the seretonin. #ive been patient but at the cost of a years worth of ruminating boredom #im not leaving sanders sides but this is my main blog techjically so whatever i reblog goes here #hope yall dont mind the shift💜 #luka answers #but nofr ive read solar lunacy at least twice now and im WEAK

[zannolin]

Mia Winters 🤝 Ashley Graham

Being too amazing for people to comprehend.

:)

maybe some people...but the real ones get it.

genuinely it's so wild to me as someone who got into resident evil without ever really being exposed to the fandom beforehand and watched playthroughs/learned stuff while very isolated from it and am Just Now getting into the fandom and fan-content to see how like. widely hated they are? because, what, they don't like ashley's game mechanic and a bunch of people can't seem to comprehend the way the ethan is molded and mia knew reveal is supposed to totally recontextualize what we see of her behavior in village? um....okay lol.

and here is where i started typing out an entire rant about why it makes zero sense to me that people hate on mia so much despite the fact that she is pointedly not written as the villain of the games and ethan clearly loves her a lot and she clearly loves him a lot, but then backspaced it all because actually if i go down that road i will never stop. one day i'll do an art stream again where i just sit and rant for 2 hours about it. just know: i think about this so much and it makes absolutely Zero sense to me why people hate mia when she's such an easy to understand and CLEARLY sympathetically written character. RRRRR.

and then ppl who hate ashley bc she's "whiny" and "helpless" ok well what would YOU be doing if you had been kidnapped, infected with a parasite in an incredibly violating way, were essentially a ticking time bomb, and had no training in weapons or defense to deal with this shit MUCH LESS while in a totally different country. um. i think you would be begging for help too. and half the battle is just her game mechanic it's not like it's her fault jfc.

#answered asks #precambrian-sea-pancake #ONCE AGAIN i say hm isnt it funny how people seem to love ada but hate mia when they share MANY similar characteristics #(questionable backgrounds of working for mercenary groups; have hurt people; betrayed the trust of those close to them; committed #(lite) atrocities etc etc) #and yet mia is the one who has shown consistent regret for her actions and worked to change and she isnt perfect FUCKING DUHHHH no one is. #esp no one in resident evil YOU KNOW IM RIGHT ABOUT THIS! #but adas just fine going on exactly the way she is but mia has shown remorse and worked to change and leave that life behind #so really who is a 'better' character here #<- trick question i love them both ada is fun being morally bankrupt and mia is fun being a character who grows #you thought i was pitting women against each other didnt you! you thought i would make two bad bitches fight! #okay sorry i got away from myseslf here ive been watching too many snap cube streams #my point being. mia and ashley are literally fine. i cant speak to ashleys character writing esp with the remake not out yet #but mia despite the disaster that was villages writing at times. is a GREAT and SYMPATHETIC character who is clearly not the villain #u guys just hate women idk #sorry tumblr user precambrian-sea-pancake i have just gone on such a tangent which is just directed at the empty pews of a church #i will get off my soapbox now