#[ feel free to continue if you'd like! ]

[refabled]

@caracarnn : ❝ stop! i surrender! i surrender! ❞

fable chuckled, the faux-menacing face she'd put on ( though, really, how terrifying could someone with such doe-like eyes really be? ) fading as she took in rand's apparent submission against her tickling attacks. they've been up for hours and hours, and at a certain point, delirium had started to set in –– hence the sparring turned tickle fight.

❝ okay... alright. good. ❞ she pretends to narrow her eyes, but there's far too much good humor still lingering there to be taken seriously. ❝ that will show you not to mess with me. I'll take it easy on you just this once and accept your noble surrender... ❞ fable grins then, realizing belatedly the position they've landed themselves in. she flushes and hurries to rise off of rand, stumbling back onto her knees and then up onto her feet. ❝ better luck next time? ❞

PLAYFUL AFFECTION : accepting.

[hawkc]

i don't want to hurt you.

EPIC: THE ITHACA SAGA // Accepting!

"What's got your knickers twisted, Anders?" Sure, Hawke knew that Anders was capable of violence and hurting others. He'd seen it, he'd even been part of it but it was usually aimed at the extremist Templars, the blood mages, demons or any creature that posed a threat to their lives. Anders had never threatened to hurt any of their friends or Hawke. Something had happened. "Is this about that mage girl? Ella, the one we saved from the Templars." Yes, that had been quite a day for their little group. Hawke had barely gotten Justice to stand down and not murder the girl and, quite frankly, he did not want a repeat of that. Anders could scarcely hold back the tide that was Justice, Hawke did not wish to discover if the Fade Spirit would listen to him.

"Alright, come on Anders, tell me what's wrong." Most of his friends were accustomed to telling him of their problems and, surprisingly, his advice seemed to help them. Hopefully, he could steer Anders to some revelation, new insight or outlook that would help. "Would you like something to drink or eat? I can ask Bodhan if you would like."

[ceruleanbender]

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” (Kya)

Ila sat on the island’s rock formation, staring out over what appeared to be an infinity of open water beneath the night sky. The almost-full moon shone down on the undulating waves that softly brushed against the rocks. It was a quiet night, and she enjoyed spending it alone. City folk didn’t appreciate the peace and quiet that the ocean had to offer tonight. No. The hustling and bustling was more to their liking. They were so out of touch—or perhaps she was... Aunt Kya, on the other hand, was different too; just like her and Gran Gran, she loved the wide expanse that connected each continent. No matter what, there was always a mystery lurking beneath the surface. It fascinated her more than the spirit world ever had. 

When she noticed her aunt approaching her, Ila hugged her knees and smiled at her. “Oh no! You found me,” she joked for a moment. In truth, during her time at Temple Island as a child, Ila found solace in the darkness that hid her tears from prying eyes. Nobody really came down here. “I find the ocean always mysterious,” she replied to her aunt. “If I could, I’d like to live down there,” she continued and laughed at the idea. It was quite silly. Still, she meant every word of it.

“Why don’t you join me and enjoy this moment together?”

@musedbyalli

[itgrowsunchecked]

❝ are you sure you’re alright? ❞ / from eileen

Henry blinked, his gaze shifted from the eerie corridor to Eileen's concerned face. He managed a faint nod, despite them both being stranded in what was considered unbelievable. ❝ Yeah, just... trying to make sense of all this, ❞ he admitted in spite of how uncertain his courage truly felt.

The walls' were littered with closed doors, unblinking eyes, pulsating noises and a preserving sensation of constantly being watched. He rubbed his temples, attempting to soothe the headache brought on by the ever-present buzzing sound slipping between the cracks on the walls. ❝ It's like being caught in a fever dream, ❞ he mused.

Eileen's presence provided a small comfort amidst the chaotic environment despite it all ❝ Why is this even happening to us? ❞ and no matter how selfish that might have sounded, Henry wished this could have happened to someone else.

❝ Sorry. . . I didn't ask, how are you feeling? ❞ A hand found its way to rest on her shoulder, it was gentle touch for most part, sincere and guided by genuine concern.

[swarmdiagnostics]

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here ! ”

@ulfhrafnx sent a settling dust prompt

    Abandoning one’s contract is no easy task. Abandoning a contract from the Murkoff Corporation is a fool’s errand. And yet, a fool she may be, Jennifer Roland tried. The loss of the towers in Havasupai were enough of a distraction, a chance for her to distance herself from the company who’d put her in danger for long enough. She could start over. Change her name and leave her career and her life behind. But her life had strings and tied to the end was her sister, the one person she gave enough of a shit about in this world. Leaving her was not something Jennifer could do so easily. 

    Lira, the woman she hired to keep her safe as she made the necessary arrangements to abandon Murkoff for good advised against visiting Gabby. Murkoff’s Mitigation team would know about her. They’d find her first. And, knowing this, Jennifer still did not listen. While an exceptionally rational woman, she lost much of her sense when it came to her sister. An Achilles’ heel. 

    She saw the black cars outside her sister’s apartment as she drove up. Jennifer knew those vehicles, had seen them parked in the company lot. Dread paled her and she considered driving off and not looking back, but she brought her car to a stop. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel. Jennifer reached for her door when Lira appeared at her window. The sudden shadow in her vision was enough to make her jump and she followed with a sharp curse past her teeth. Rolling the window down only welcomed a harsh response from Jennifer’s bodyguard. 

    “They’re going to hurt her,” Jennifer protested. “I’ve heard of what they do and I can’t do that to her.” 

[ladyhavilliard]

mo dao zu shi tarot

wheel of fortune: good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point

the tower | jiang cheng

death | wei wuxian

[marypsue]

Man, it's cool and all if you see a metaphor for marginalisation in the monstrous, and if you want the power fantasy of 'what if you could just eat anybody who threatened you/pissed you off'. Me too.

However, as soon as you start saying 'no, these monsters are a 1:1 on Specific Marginalised Group, and you have to treat them in the fiction like they are directly representative of real human members of the marginalised group', BUT you also, in the fiction, make them hurt/kill/eat humans? And then try to shame me, your audience, for noticing or engaging with the bit where they kill people, because you made them directly representative of a real-world marginalised group? You have lost me, and also, I think, the plot.

[theoneinmultiplefandoms]

introducing my Gravity Falls AU i've been working on since August of this year: "Codename: Caged Canary"! 🐤⚠️

(or at least, still working on - i've been busy everywhere else though GDJDB)

AU Synopsis:

"During one of the sea trips, Stanley Pines got a vision / message from The Axolotl about Bill - that he'll be stuck in Stan's Mindscape watching through Stan's eyes and ears for the time being (thankfully powerless) as part of his "Exposure Therapy". As a fair trade, They also decided to transfer Bill's powers onto him for extra protection - although Stan didn't get them until later, which was quite a surprise for everyone involved.

Does Stan know why he's being the test dummy for this whole Exposure Therapy™️ shtick? Does Bill know why The Axolotl suddenly decided to torture him more? Even so, does Ford know why would all of this happen to the three of them now?

The answer to all three: Nope. No direct answer can ever be given by the pink-frilled god, sadly... at least, not yet."

[okaioh]

thinking about death family coffee shop modern life au thing (it's totally not midnight right now and I'm writing this out because i can't sleep)

thinking about how people who come by would make fun of Phil and say how he's enforcing child labor on his kids from the way they seem to be running the shop rather than him himself but really - they didn't even ask Phil if they could help they just kinda started doing their own thing because..."why not?"

Chayanne started baking the best damn pastries anyone's ever tasted while Lullah found a passion in latte art along with playing music to entertain customers and they're having the time of their lives

(they would tease phil about not getting paid enough and he'd affectionately call them little shits and still refuse to pay them <3)

Phil is set at the register because even if they have their own step stool to reach over the counter - Phil is not allowing them to be taking people's money, they are staying back in the kitchen or at the front for entertainment - managers orders

Missa works alongside Phil at the register - he's the one who started teaching Lullah how to make latte art and so their job together is making people smile with cute cats drawn on their lattes or silly drawings on their coffee cups / napkins

(there's also the occasional moments where he lets Lullah draw out the next few orders while he gets to watch Phil work with a love struck expression on his face - and then promptly snap back to reality thanks to the coffee he just accidentally spilled all over his apron)

the place they work at is also conveniently underneath from where they live - they own an entire apartment building on top of the shop and somehow the government doesn't seem to care about that - Phil one day just kinda said "yeah, this whole things gonna be mine now" and no one really stopped him

(the other apartments are really just places for storage, some rooms are gardens and animal sanctuaries for Lullah while some are just filled to the brim with crates full of potatoes from Chayanne)

and they all just live happily together <3 no problems or issues at all <3 no white bear that tries haunting them or anything nope not here <3

[mcltiples]

𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 || accepting

@amischiefofmuses sent; "Those are bold words for someone in stabbing range." [Cable to Rick C-137 ] [x]

The threat left Rick unfazed. Carefully eyeing the guy, hands slipped into his lab coat comfortably. Nonchalant, but very much on guard. He's been around every dimension in his lifetime. It was an idiotic thing to get too confident around someone who could potentially kill him.

Even if that didn't stop him from relaying his unwanted opinions everywhere he went.

"Stab me all you want, but i-it doesn't make what I said any less true," Arms crossed over his chest now. "Wh-Whatever the fuck you're doing to that thing you're working on, you're doing it wrong a-and I guarantee it's going to blow up in your face,"

It's not as if he cared, really, but he found himself bored and in need of something to do. So bothering a guy who looked like he wanted to be alone seemed to fit into the type of thing that sounded interesting. At least, right now it did. It could all backfire, but he would take it over boredom.

"I-I could help you, but, I don't work for free."

[brutalmasks]

hello, everyone! i hope you all experience the very positive vibes that this picture exudes today and are also as happy as this little guy:

i just wanted to give y'all a little update while i'm at it as i finally have more time this weekend to spend on here and thus, i shall be answering some asks, including ones that are probably long overdue NGL (,,: ( and i am legitimately SO sorry about that. exam season has been keeping me BUSY busy but i only have two exams left, which is good ), and more recent ones! but yeah, i also wanted to highlight how thankful i am of y'all for sticking with me and this acc, as well as always showing me support for my content!! so thank you all so MUCH for being the best people around, in my humble opinion ❤️🫂 y'all are amazing and don't let anyone tell you otherwise,, i love you all dearly, and i shall be signing off by wishing everyone here to have the BEST day ever!

[hazbinbargainbin]

Between murder and scandals and everything else under the false suns, It's no wonder she's called an early wrap on things. It's a shame...he was starting to loosen up a little before /someone/ forgot to how to shut his mouth. Ah well. Can always try again next year.

For now, Satan's going to be staying in Gluttony for a bit. Help the B's out with whatever they need for the time being.

@qveenofgluttony

[hawkc]

’ the more people you ask, the worse the rumors become. ’

DRAGON AGE 2 SENTENCE MEME // Accepting

"Oh, don't I know it." Hawke had a lot of experience dealing with rumors and them spiralling out of control. It had started in Kirkwall following his defeat of the Arishok, he didn't know how it happened, but people swore he'd made the Arishok's skull a gravy boat. Humorous as that would be, it was very far from the truth. Sometime after the death of Meredith, the Qunari silently reclaimed the remains of the Arishok's dreadnought and agreed to 'never speak of this again'. He didn't know what'd happened to the body, nor did he care at that point.

"I don't know how you do it. Differentiate fact from rumor, I mean. Then again, that's why you're the Inquisition's spymaster. I'm just here to lend some help." And cause a bit of mayhem, but it seemed that Varric had that covered already, so he might just hang back and watch.

[asexxxualerotica]

Lewd Wishlist: Neopolitan 3B. Tryndamere gives the short stack a nice bouncy ride.

Ohhh, she was going to be sore tomorrow—they'd only just started, and already, Neo could feel the ache in her chest spreading to her legs as she bounced up and down his massive cock. Her body lurched, lewd mewling moans falling from her lips as she felt the huntsman professor's firm hands smack and slap at her fat ass, the clap of her cheeks ringing through the classroom. There was no way she could keep up with this—he was going to fuck her stupid, the way he was going at her with such ruthless intensity—

—and she fucking loved it~ her arms wrapping around his shoulders and pressing herself close as she silently begged for more.

[fbiartist]

“You called.”

Send "You called." for me to write a starter where my muse rushes to your muse in a desperate moment where they need them.

She hadn't heard from him in a while, and that wasn't the most unusual thing. He was a private man. He enjoyed his alone time. Sometimes he enjoyed that alone time with her. A quiet book between friends. But there was something off this time.

There were visions that flashed before her eyes, twisting in her mind. Roiling. They subsumed her mind as she added oranges to the boiling pot on her stove, the steam rising into her senses and her eyes rolling back. She was starting to understand how to do this of her own volition. The power was still a little beyond her, but the visions- they could be controlled. They could be tempered.

She still had a coat of his he let her borrow. (The memory of him offering and slipping it around her shoulders when she was cold still very prominent. Don't look too deeply into it.) She focused. It was hard to see into. He wasn't with his family. He was somewhere else.

It smelt like old books and mildew. Metal. Humid.

For a split second, she saw through his eyes and felt agony wretch through her bones. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she focused on him to look around. Dungeon. But wait, that's a signet. She forced his stare to focus. An old crest that started with an A. She let go and gasped, the pot on her stove nearly over boiling, the fire licking along the sides of it. Higher than the burner would normally let it. @deceptivemorals

Ziva turned it off and gathered up her gear, her expression carefully blank and firm as she tucked her gun into its holster on her thigh. A crossbow in her bag, but she had a suspicion that these weren't vampires. No, that rumbling in her mind pressed forward. A flash of teeth and fur, blackened eyes. Worse. But she also saw herself- fire twisting from her grip and wrapping around these people. Their screams yet to be had ringing in her mind. She could do it. She could take them.

She drove quickly and let her instincts guide her, like she was some magical form of GPS. Life was getting weirder by the second. It was a government building, a historic one. She flashed her ID and it wasn't difficult to get into. Those at the front desk were heavily staffed with security, but they bypassed her with ease. She wasn't the one they were watching out for. They were expecting his family. As they should, they were probably on their way.

Getting further in was a little more difficult, but she was sneaky and a pretty good liar when it called for it. There was a ringing in her mind, like he was calling for her, pulling her in a particular direction. It's what led her here. And she's pretty sure she was seen, so she had to go very quickly.

They kept him in a dungeon cell, powerful magic radiating from the metal door and the chains holding him akimbo. And he was awake. Like he hadn't been allowed to sleep. Anger flashed in her eyes for a moment, that sparking and fury starting to heat in her palms. Filling her veins, "Found you."

And with that, she grabbed hold of the bars and there was a resounding crash and bang with a near blinding light that erupted from her as she bars melted and crashed into the floor. The chains holding him up falling to the ground. She rushed forward to look him over, that anger intensifying at the sight of his wounds. His forearms, calves, his thighs- they were bleeding him out. They'd taken too much from him.

She pricked a finger and let her blood well up, brushing it over his lip. Remembering from all their talks, he didn't need as much as younger vampires. Hopefully this would do for now. "We need to get out of here before security shows up."

[cosmicallybound]

@blackhardtt   invoked the goddess,

"What if they kissed?" W/ roderickkkkk

     possessive,   all-consuming   flesh   crashed   'pon   petal-soft   lips   as   large   hands   encircled   supple   waist.   a   calloused   thumb   brushed   over   exposed   flesh,   caressing   silken   skin.   the   witch   sighed   into   the   kiss,   equally   as   eager   as   the   pirate.   slender   hands   grasped   broad   shoulders   as   she   clutched   him   impossibly   closer.   the   expanse   of   muscles   that   flexed   beneath   her   touch   sent   molten   desire   down   her   spine   as   a   hand   slid   further   down,   cupping   her   ass   before   suddenly   she   was   lifted.   shapely   legs   automatically   wrapped   around   large   waist   as   pure,   sinful   desire   thrummed   through   her.

     hyeon   pulled   away   from   the   kiss   with   a   sharp   inhale,   brilliant   amber   wide   as   she   stared   up   into   molten   gold.   something   particularly   feral   lurked   beneath   the   surface   as   her   back   met   the   cold   stone   of   the   alley   he'd   cornered   her   in.   pink   colored   porcelain   flesh   as   she   panted,   tongue   wetting   bruised   lips.   the   arrogant   twitch   to   his   lips   made   her   equally   frustratingly   aroused     &&       frustrated.   liquid   amber   gave   way   to   the   black   of   her   pupil,   desire   painted   across   her   ethereal   visage   even   as   she   scowled   up   at   him.

     he'd   met   her   bluff,   prowling   after   her   with   all   the   grace   of   a   panther   as   she   disappeared   into   the   crowd.   though   she   knew   the   streets     &&       alleyways   well,   the   man   was   not   to   be   deterred,   stalking   her   from   a   distance   until   he'd   found   an   opening.   hyeon   would   never   forget   the   thrum   of   her   heart   in   her   throat   as   she'd   realized   he'd   cornered   her.   the   purely   predatory   glint   within   his   gaze   as   he   slowly   approached,   content   in   the   knowledge   that   he'd   won.   yet,   all   the   same,   his   first   touch   had   been   gentle,   questioning   if   she   had   truly   wanted   it.   the   heated   gaze,   the   prideful   jut   of   her   chin   did   not   abate,   even   as   she   dipped   her   head   in   response.

     a   sharp,   warning   bite   to   tender   throat   forced   hyeon   back   to   the   present.   the   witch   blinked,   her   gaze   sharpening   for   a   moment   as   she   met   glimmering   gold.   lips   quirked   into   a   soft   smile   as   a   hand   slid   from   broad   shoulder   to   thick   hair,   tangling   within   the   dark   locks   as   manicured   nails   raked   along   his   scalp.

     ❝   nnn,   if   you   plan   on   staking   a   claim,   darling .   .   .   do   not   do   it   so   teasingly.   i   promise   that   i   can   take   whatever   you   have   to   offer.   ❞     the   witch's   eyes   danced   with   amusement   as   she   poked   &&   prodded,   unable   to   quell   her   desire   to   shatter   the   man's   inhibitions.     ❝   unless   you   are   incapable.   i   suppose   i   shan't   mourn   the   loss   of   crying   out   your   name   too   harshly.   ❞     though   she   teased,   hyeon's   legs   tightened   around   the   man's   waist,   unwilling   to   release   their   possessive   grip.

kissing, in my christian minecraft server ( yes ) || accepting