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[genderbinaryisforlosers]

Leon from greater boston c2

anxious ghost is anxious

send me a number and a character!

[akitania]

7 for any twilight mirage ship

wow sorry so once upon a time i told myself i would write this when i caught up, then it took 100 years to catch up and i didn’t even really write a ship, i wrote a moody signet character study in the guise of ep. 45 signet/ofc. no one should give me fic prompts!

I know your weakness.  It’s kisses.  You are doomed. (Don’t worry.  We’re all doomed eventually.)

There was down on her arms, a remarkably stark white not at all like the mottled feathers framing her face; Signet kept watching her forearms instead of her hands as she moved. It was possible, she considered, she had only chosen to cut vegetables to accompany her own voice, to use the sharp and steady thud as percussion. That was what people did, made their own accompaniment.

Laureate Mantle was the name the woman gave, and Signet wasn’t sure if it was the name she used every day, every work day, or just for this evening. For her part, she hadn’t given any name at all. That is, Laureate knew it, but it wouldn’t come up. She sang more than she spoke, anyway.

Dusk was falling outside, the true dusk that still seemed unfamiliar, and Signet was quietly grateful the windows were plain glass. It wouldn’t be the same without a city outside, or if Laureate’s apartment weren’t just an apartment, with grumbling appliances and sticky spots on the countertop. Her rooms on Thyrsus had been similar, once. She’d fucked a girl up against one of the tall windows there, once, because that transparency had been a digital rendering.

Laureate kept singing and kept chopping, the unfamiliar orange vegetable falling into finer and finer slices. She should have asked what it was called, if it was native only to Gift-3, but instead she darted out a hand to snatch one of the slivers and pop it into her mouth. Perhaps reflexes honed over centuries should be put to better use than avoiding a kitchen knife, but she was working for the moment to put centuries out of her mind.

“It’s no good until it’s boiled down,” Laureate said, smiling, which turned out to be true; Signet almost gagged trying to swallow away the bitterness. “Are you impatient?”

“Rarely.” As they say, time is long.

Laureate rested a hand on her throat, and Signet worried with a guilty start that she might be tiring her voice. “I don’t mind if you are,” she said, and her eyes actually sparkled, some implant that reminded Signet of old trends. 

She took that as a cue, since she was paying, after all, for a holistic experience, and leaned up and across the countertop to kiss her. Her left palm rested squarely in a patch where some juice, likely, had dried uncleaned, and her mouth was still sour. Someone looking in might see her, perhaps recognize the woman who’d shaken Advent’s hand – that was paranoia, but the system had seemed small, lately.

So she shrunk it still, exiling everything outside the humming kitchen to cup a sticky hand around another woman’s neck. Time would never be any shorter than it was.

[synthetic-ultramarine]

big lesbian congratulations!!

thank you!

[asexualchloe]

the bright sessions

Favorite Male Character: Caleb

Favorite Female Character: honestly? despite the url, it’s sam

Least Favorite Character: as i have said before and i will say again, damien can go jump in a lake. i can’t even spell his name right. tsk tsk tsk.

Favorite Ship: caleb and adam are super cute

Favorite Friendship: sam and chloe! i love their interactions. that being said? this show? killing it on the platonic relationships.

Favorite Quote: okay it’s weirdly hard to think of quotes. i’m gonna have to be the most cliche and go with “you keep me green” or “Oh yeah, Anxiety Girl, I’m very powerful.”

Worst Character Death (if any): the real character death is my emotions when listening to this show

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment: when chloe was confirmed asexual? i threw a pillow across the room. i? love? representation?

Saddest Moment: there are SO MANY i can’t quite decide? but the last episode with mark confronting damien made me really emotional

Favorite Location: this is odd in the podcasting medium to some extent. i quite liked the bench in the park outside dr. bright’s office. It’s one of the only places i actively picture in my mind when listening to the show and it’s cozy.

Send me more!

[dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition]

Playlist title: gay vibes

here's a chill one of gay (or Gay-Because-I-Said-So songs that make me cry bc that's the moodfast car - tracy chapmanstrawberry blond - mitskii wanna be your girlfriend - girl in redput your records on - corinne bailey raeamerican boyfriend - kevin abstractforrest gump - frank oceanafter hours - the velvet underground

[raisingthedeadagain]

Keldi

Hell Yes

[incorrectpodcastquotes]

sometimes you just.. fuck a demon. have a one-night stand w/ an age-old malevolent entity. maybe even sometimes that blossoms into more. life’s just like that, occasionally. like that’s just how it is

Noah 

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[greerbaiting]

Kate/Roger brotp:D

You hit on my fave brotp Spiral bless 

who steals french fries off the other’s plate

Kate: nah, I don’t want fries Kate, five minutes later: *has eaten most of the fries* 

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple

neither of them because Roger would deck Kate if she did that, do not touch him 

(what happens instead is Kate looking very offended and just going “I’m a lesbian.”) 

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail

Roger’s constantly having to bail Kate out 

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues

Roger’s grayromantic ass very rarely has dating issues, so he is stuck listening to Kate talk about cute girls for five. straight. hours. 

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes

K a t e 

(these two playing cards or chess? amazing) 

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk

Kate basically jumps up there 

who starts and who wins the pillow fights

Kate is brutal in pillow fights. Roger never stood a chance. RIP 

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush

I mean realistically? Kate. But I would also like you to imagine Roger telling Etta with a completely straight face that her pants would look better on Kate’s floor. 

send me a brotp