#currentgoddess

I’ll post what I learned and saw over the past week. Any angry comments or arguments will be ignored, but of course if I say something that is factually incorrect or you have a FACT to add to it, I will acknowledge that. I’m also not going to get into discussions of opinions on all of this - I promised before I wouldn’t make anymore original posts about this, and honestly at this point I don’t really want to discuss any of it further. If you want to see the posts behind what I’m saying, look at twitter and reddit, I’m sorry but I don’t want to go back and dig it all up again, I really want to start moving on from this.

Under read more for people sick of hearing about it or who don’t want to hear about it. Warning for talk of sex with minors and mentions of rape.

20. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

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leave me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a kiss!

Sometimes, Marinette is grateful that she decided to permanently entrust the Snake Miraculous to Luka. In times like these, when he’s scaling her home and settling on the fire escape where she’s huddled up, it’s hard to imagine anyone else here with her. It’s hard to imagine anyone else checking in on her the way he does during the few weekly patrols that Viperion offered to take off Ladybug’s hands. He’s barely intrusive about it, and he certainly doesn’t come with all the fanfare of are you okay? And there’s always, always a glint in his eye that makes her wonder if he knows something he shouldn’t.

“You know,” she murmurs from her seat on the top step, looking Viperion up and down as he swings over the railing. “It kinda feels like having a personal knight in shining armor. Should I be flattered?”

“‘Shining’ isn’t the word I would use,” he quips back with a snort, dusting off his suit. “More like ‘scaly.’”

“Well, yeah.” She rests her chin in her hand, loosely beckoning him closer. “But that doesn’t roll off the tongue as nicely.”

“I respectfully decline to respond to that.” In spite of the way Viperion folds his arms and faintly rolls his eyes, he’s grinning up at her, taking just a few steps up. “Evening, Buttercup. Anything you need?”

The nickname makes her stomach jump pleasantly. He only ever calls her that when he’s in costume, which is probably a good cover-up, but there’s a certain smoothness to it—a certain smoothness to him, once he’s transformed—that always makes her just a little extra excited. “Not tonight,” she murmurs. “I’m just happy to see you.”

Viperion smiles. The knowing kind.

It makes Marinette shift uncomfortably, like she’s being seen through. “Well…” she admits, “it’s more like… I’ve just been wondering.”

“Wondering?”

“Why you come to see me so often.” She rubs the back of her neck. “I get the feeling you don’t go around doing this with every civilian you meet.”

“No,” he murmurs. “But I don’t go around feeling the way I do for you with every civilian I meet, either.”

Marinette can feel her cheeks burn. “Flatterer…”

“That would imply that I’m not being sincere.” Viperion moves toward her still, His fingers brush the strings of his lyre as he does, and she feels compelled to stand, to meet him at his height. Or, with these steps, perhaps a bit taller. He’s come this close to her before, on the nights that she’s particularly needed his company or reassurance, and she’s never wanted to turn him away for it. She certainly doesn’t want to now; it’s just that, if he takes one more step up, she’ll want to give into this building, overwhelming urge to kiss him as a send-off.

He takes the step; she’s still taller from where she stands, but his face is so close to hers she might just choke on the air between him. Is she leaning in? She can’t tell.

His voice falls to a hush; she swears he’s looking at her lips. “Do you believe me?”

Marinette nods, her nose brushing against his, and the air feels so heavy that her eyes flutter shut, just in time for his mouth to slant along hers. It’s quiet, and halfway romantic, and it makes the roots of her hair tingle as she holds his face and kisses him back. There’s a certain confidence that Viperion has—that lays dormant most of the time, and only comes alive on nights like these—and she can’t help taking advantage of it with him.

She’s still cradling his jaw when he pulls back, even though he moves away like he doesn’t want to. Even though she’s gripping the railing like she doesn’t want him to go just yet. He smiles, a pleased hum slipping out, and leaps to perch on the fire escape like he’s ready to fall. “If that’s how you plan on encouraging me,” he says, “then I can’t say I mind.”

HHHHHNG GOSH the nino’s missing brother angst gets me EVERY TIME

It made me laugh and i would like to reblog it but i dont want to disrespect your mental health related stuff.

Maybe try sketching small images or single, vague words. Dont try to specify how you feel, make the record a collage of parts of the feeling, and when you go back youll have more substance to work with

(Skaia) Happy 4/13 everyone!

I know I could drag this on for another MONTH at least, but let’s just blow it all out of the way with one big post for all the “relativity” asks since Nora got around to answering the above Ask and that covers all the rest, even the ones she hasn’t seen yet. So in order:

fates0end said to nora-reads-homestuck:

Well, yes, to /other people/ you’re going faster, but your own perception of it is lengthened; that’s why going faster than light would mean time travel.

sanctferum said to nora-reads-homestuck:

IIRC Hussie explained the “science” behind the three years somewhere. tl;dr he was aware that it didn’t make scientific sense, or only made scientific sense in reverse, or something like that, but fuck it, he went with 3 years anyways for narrative purposes? something like that

acamaeda said to nora-reads-homestuck:

The 3 nanoseconds/3 years thing might just be because Hussie is allowed to fuck with them in that one yard.

megazaprat said to nora-reads-homestuck:

I am going to blame the light speed weirdness as it existing in Hussie’s dimension, and Hussie not doing the mat properly

get-thee-to-a-shrubbery said to nora-reads-homestuck:

there’s a really good metareason for the time dilation being reversed, but one good reason is “thats just how things work in Hussiespace (where the kids are now)”

borktastic said to nora-reads-homestuck:

Hussie was asked about (and answered) the speed of light question in a tumblr ask, archived at mspaintadventureswiki*tumblr*com/post/63809439957/mad-answerins-archive. It’s pretty long, but I recommend you give it a read. (It was posted December 14 2011, which is past where you are in the comic right now.) (Skaia: Nora never saw this question because I’m lumping it with the rest and there’s too much for her to go through already (and the other link was edited for Nora’s viewing that she already saw), but the Heart Powers answer made me sad and laugh again.)

currentgoddess said to nora-reads-homestuck:

Remember that speed (and possibly by relation time) are relative. Its one of Einstein’s theorems or something. Source: recent portal episode of game theory

elmach said to nora-reads-homestuck:

The idea behind “being tiny makes you see the world slower” is that since they see distances larger (because they are smaller), they should see time as longer as well, to the same proportion (to keep their measurement of c to be the same as an unshrunken observer); a few other stories rely on this idea. However, for this to apply, the ship would be about the size of an atomic nucleus, so this is a moot point. (Skaia: Nora…never saw this Ask, which is amusing considering her answer below.)

(Skaia) Okay, I think that’s all of them!

(Past!Skaia to Nora) It’s clean. And finally a solid Word of God answer to all these time-dilation questions! (And a really good one at that.) Thanks for finding this!