#⟢ || threads / setting course.

[cometconnector]

do you guys like my new pfp

hii werewolf tommy kinard.. welcome to my brain..

[aerithisms]

i do sympathise a lot with the fact that it seems like the arcane writers were working under some pretty tough constraints. there's only so much budget, animation of this calibre is extremely labour/time/resource intensive, and allegedly netflix made some cuts. but i just don't agree with the things they decided to prioritise. even if they'd had more time, making the climax of the story about jayce and viktor and the arcane instead of vi and jinx and the zaun/piltover conflict, which was set up as the focus and heart of the show, was a voluntary choice they made. and it was a bad one.

[chiropteracupola]

Poverty, poverty knock / Keeping one eye on the clock / I know I can guttle, when I hear my shuttle / Go poverty, poverty knock...

...so I read @nothwell's novel 'mr warren's profession' at approximately light speed the other day and felt like drawing some of the cast.

[avedoodles]

i figured out how to connect my wacom to my new laptop :D

[ladyohdeath]

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her head tilts as she looks at the other, examining her. it's pure coincidence that she's here, unrelated to anything that wanda is currently doing, but she knows without a shadow of a doubt that this is the person who had trapped agatha, and who keeps her trapped to this day. moreso, she knows that this is the scarlet witch, but rio isn't afraid of her. she has a healthy respect instead.

"i thought you'd be taller," she teases, twirling her knife and stopping it with her teeth. the soul she'd been attending to had already passed on, and she had planned to leave now, but something had drawn her here. now she knows why. she pulls her knife out of her teeth and points it at wanda's head. "no crown?"

[renegadeofficial]

going to bed now but i am thoroughly enjoying myself playing elsinore this week. i beat the executive dysfunction demons to let myself try something New as my enrichment/winding down at the end of the day and man is it it funky. sometimes i see with my gamedev eyes how it could be a lil more polished but i am rlly invested in the plot and all its little threads

[midnightwind]

half asleep and considering writing the stereotypical Rook and Lucanis have to do a job at a ball, but with Rook actually poisoning half the people there in a dramatic flourish and cackling like a maniac in the rafters about it while Lucanis just kind of stares

[qulizalfos]

having a fantasy au moment it may or may not pass

[gcldfanged]

[Continued from HERE.]

@bonesofchaos:

he hums as he licks blood from knuckles, golden eyes flicking from carnage to meet those of man stood hovering at the edge of his brutality. listening but finding him pretentious, as most of those above him are. "no offence sir, but you're always gunna be lesser to someone. always gunna be a bigger fish'n you." a fact stated as such, no taunting or mockery, just plain old simple fact. "but i'll agree that money makes people stupid. makes 'em even dumber when they ain't got it and they need it." a gesture to the bodies moaning on the floor, an ill thought out attack against the enforcer to take back what he took from them previously.

"None taken. That IS true, otherwise I wouldn't be complaining all the damn time about having to clean up someone else's mess," he admits, looking down at the stranger's handiwork.

He'd heard odd things about Malachi, but seeing him in the flesh was quite different than what he had been expecting- Which, honestly, wasn't much. Clearly his cynicism had been an overstep. The presence of street level punks lining the pavement was enough to overwhelm by sheer number, yet the intended victim remained unscathed. And by the look of him, anyone who'd paint such an individual with a target had to be both blind and dumb.

"But nevermind what I actually meant," Jae continued, offering a black and gold cigarette to the enforcer. A minor peace offering for interrupting his fun.

"If you have the time, I'd like to make you an offer. We can discuss in more pleasant surroundings, of course- Treat you to some fine food and drink, offer some entertainment if that's more your style?"

[tskumoyuuma]

god damn was the ending of arcane good. I didnt blink for like the whole last episode

[worstsequence]

who else is here on this day thinking about eddie lovey dovey free with affection known dustin for not even a year uses his dying breath to tell him he loves him munson

[red-hemlock]

// [ hide ] sender leans in to receiver's body, hoping to hide against them in a moment of fear

Action Prompts for Leaning @mute-call

Green eyes pass a glance behind, taking-in the sight of the fearful form leant against her... He had good reason, denying the fact that things weren't a bit hairy at the moment would be nothing short of naïve. That gaze shifts ahead, a sight that causes her to bristle once more and fist an already too-tight grip around the blade-hilt in her palm. Hired hands, and a lot of them too, sent by their 'illustrious' target to no doubt excise the thorn trying to stab into his side; and rid the world of her employer as well. Kill the killer, and you've taken the-out the immediate issue; but eliminate the one holding the leash, and you've stayed the collaring of further attack dogs in the future.

Smart. But not if Bell's current mouthy 'mutt' had anything to say about it. River's free hand slips behind, a slow brush of skin-upon-skin, but a thought halts her touch at fingertips only. The minute she takes Steven's hand and turns, they'll be on them like sharks raring to savage a bloody carcass... Far too many to focus on killing, whilst keeping him safe.

"...Sorry, Boss. I'm afraid I'm going to be needing both hands to take-care of this." Raising to flatten against his chest, that hand now pushes him back. A movement seemingly born out of annoyance to their annoying pursuers, but in truth, it was a gentle nudge toward the door behind them. Half-hidden in the dark, and their only apparent way out.

"Go, and don't look back." River speaks the soft order with an edge of insistence, "Don't worry. I'll meet you back, same spot as always."

[canoncompliance]

@araneiid sent: [ rest ] sender lays their head on receiver's shoulder and falls asleep there - briar being tired from training or something and accidentally does so? or something like that skjfdgjk ��� from this meme.

Despite the impromptu jumpstart into field work, Briar hasn't disappointed since saving Earth-90723 from destruction. Her experience with V-forces had been palpable enough that Miguel chose to personally over-see her training after (something that Jess had teased him for, which of course he'd ignored to the best of his ability), and today they'd just finished another bout of conditioning.

It's noble, he thinks, that she wants to go out there and stop portals from collapsing. As he helps her out of the simulation chamber-- it had tested her movements and skills while applying artificial V-force, similar to how astronauts are supposed to train before going into space-- he can't help the slight curve of his lips at the sight of Briar's face once the mask comes off. She'd done well today, and he tells her as much in a simple but awkward "nice work".

The happiness on her face after, he decides, had been worth the embarrassment.

Miguel takes Briar to the cafeteria after, hoping to get food and water into her after she'd pushed her body to its limits. Together, they sit with their trays, but as he mixes the cheese into his chili, a weight lands on his shoulder.

And he freezes, spoon mid-stir and everything.

Turning his head has him seeing Briar's closed eyes and comfortable expression as she leans against him. His mouth opens-- surely he ought to tell her this isn't the time for it-- but as he thinks about everything she'd endured, he concludes that waking her up wouldn't be worth it.

So Miguel shifts his spoon to his other hand, mixing with it instead while the side Briar leans against is as still as possible. In the hustle and bustle of Society HQ's cafeteria, no-one pays them any mind, and for the minutes that she's asleep, Miguel has never felt more ordinary. He's hyperaware of her well-being, of course, and he eats his chili con carne much slower than he's used to, but it all feels normal in a bizarre, human way.

There are worse things to be than sitting in the middle of a cafeteria while someone uses you as a pillow. Smiling faintly, Miguel's head dips some as he finishes his food, because in the end it's nice to know someone trusts him this much to begin with. For that, he can wait for Briar to wake up from her nap, whenever that might be.

[wilder-fangirl]

story in the tags

the unbreakable connection between me and a song I heard in a fanvid over ten years ago

[reinabeestudio]

I think that despite having a selfless heart, Cee has also lots of Repressed Emotions inside her due to the events that led to her current situation (namely the bastard father of her twins. She has a lot of Feelings on the matter).

But being raised as a "proper lady" ('always appear quiet and content while looking effortlessly beatiful, be a caring wife and loving mother'), she just bottled everything negative up and instead focuses on her kids. Surely this is a healthy way of living and won't end up taking a toll on her health 👍

[insightfultrends]

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