#(But the short gist of it was)

[jumpingwjoy]

celebrating ricky's bday...drew this after reading the short story in the artbook! i had always liked to hc her bday to be on june 27th because it's eou's release date in japan, and reading the story where the guild decides her birthday is when they all met, i thought it ended up being a good match ;w;🧡 (i also like to think lindis's bday is oct 1, as the NA release date akjsdf)

[theosphobia]

hc tht simmons was left handed and developed ambidexterity while he improved function w his cyborg parts but still favours his left.

n he'd frequently get grif's hair caught in the little bolts and sockets which ofc pissed him off

so whenever grif senses tht simmons is abt to try and run his hand thru his hair when they 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 he takes hold of his hand instead and laces their fingers

n its like symbolic or whatever bc cyborg hand and the grafted hand w simmons' skin

[the-whispers-of-death]

Soap being kinda bratty to bear!reader and bear!reader being stern and putting Soap in his place? 👀

You're stern, but you never raise your voice. While you're someone who lets some things slide, you're not going to let Soap walk all over you. There are rules and he knows it.

So whenever he misbehaves in a way that you can't let slide, you're quick to scold him and tell him why what he did wasn't necessarily okay. And if the scolding doesn't work... Well, you've experience in disciplining since you've had kids at one point. I'm sure you can figure something out.

[angheling]

Here’s a little doodle dump of Tonis I put together because I love him

[nohomie]

Hey what are the relationship/how the characters feel about each other in the hunt vs. hunted au ? I love your au by the way :)

I think I can answer this properly now.

Info below the cut

Basically the main characters are separated into two groups:

There's the Hunter's side: Howdy, Eddie, Barnaby, Home, and sliding my own oc, Dolly here.

They all have a more professional relationship with each other if not having met each other at all.

• Howdy and Dolly are close friends that gradually grew apart after they both started focusing on their professions more.

• Eddie is Howdy's assigned work partner for the week™.

• Dolly is Home's direct affiliate, acting as Home's direct assistant and spokes person when it comes to work stuff.

• Barnaby hasn't even talked to any of them yet except for Home and by extension Dolly.

And there's the Hunted: Frank, Julie, Sally, Poppy, and Wally

Their relationship is more of a found family situation.

• Poppy is like the mother figure to all of them.

• Wally is like the angsty kid that would keep himself locked in his room and sleep for years, occasionally going to Frank for mental and physical check ups.

• Frank acts like the tired private physician/older brother, he's closest to Julie because she pesters him often about his work.

• Sally is the second most energetic person in the group that would give unsolicited advice to people and set up plays to entertain everyone in their shared space, she's closest with Poppy, who she confides in with her own troubles and secrets.

• Julie is the last person to join their little group, hyper excited to just hang out with everyone. She just immediately tried to be everyone's best friend.

And then there's Y/N who initially has no connection to any of them. They're just a fella that got tangled in the middle of a crossfire

[byhees]

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boyfriend heeseung, touch . . . thought

high school boyfriend jungwon, jerseys . . . thought

boyfriend jungwon, sleeveless shirts . . . thought

boyfriend sunghoon, the little things he’d do . . . thought

boyfriend jake, petname “princess” . . . thought

streamer boyfriend jungwon, blushing . . . thought

boyfriend heeseung, petnames . . . thought

boyfriend jake, lipstick . . . thought

hyung line, languages . . . headcanon

ot7, noises . . . reaction

ot7, pranks . . . reaction

ot7, kisses . . . reaction

ot7, piercings . . . reaction

ot7, ending fairy . . . reaction

ot7, necklace . . . reaction

[puppyeared]

Been LOVING your lil magician folks recently please continue they're beautiful and very cute and cool and also very well-designed!! 🥺❤️

thank you for the kind words !!! im not much of a writer, but i do have some sort of story in mind for them.. theyre bitter rivals who end up as roommates bc of their scatterbrained elderly landlord lol

[hedawanheda]

secret recipe- prologue

Clarke has been given six months to find a serious and genuine relationship or else her father will hand over the company to Cage Wallace. Lexa just wants to cook.

or

Lexa is the Griffin’s personal chef.

Clarke Griffin is a leader. She’s a girl who knows what she wants and she doesn’t care how she gets it. When she talks, people listen. When she walks by, people stare. She exudes a confidence and energy that makes everyone who knows her respect her, while also fearing her a little. Her life is dedicated to her work, the Fortune 500 company her family had built from the ground up.

So when her father announces at his retirement party (that she flew all the way from California to attend and moved back home for this promotion) that his temporary successor would be Cage Wallace, she is understandably pissed.

“Don’t cause a scene,” her mother whispered harshly to her as she watched Cage walk up and shake her father’s hand. Clarke was in utter disbelief, waiting for her to wake up from her nightmare or for Ashton Kutcher to come out and say she was punk’d.

Cage caught her eye, sending her a gloating smile as he posed for the papers. Clarke felt the heat rise to her cheeks as her anger began to take over, clenching her glass so tightly that she was surprised it didn’t break. That should be her up there.

As the applause for Cage continued, Clarke downed the rest of her drink. Then the rest of her mom’s. Then she flagged down a waiter who was passing out shots to celebrate Cage’s promotion and Jake’s retirement.

And then she doesn’t remember the rest of her night.

She wakes up in her childhood bedroom which she miraculously got to somehow in her drunken state. The sun shines into her eyes way too early, rousing her from her deep slumber. Her rumbling stomach, pounding head, and dry mouth are too much to ignore, so she dragged herself out of her bed and trudged her way down to the kitchen in search of a greasy breakfast and some aspirin.

She opened the refrigerator and let the cold air hit her, taking a deep sigh and rubbing her forehead before searching for the orange juice. When she found it, she took a swig from the bottle, letting the citrusy flavor cost her parched tongue.

“Good morning, Miss Clarke,”

Clarke dropped the bottle of juice, startled by the other presence in the room. She was so hungover that she didn’t realize that she wasn’t alone.

“Holy shit- Lexa?!” she gaped. Clarke hadn’t seen Lexa since the girl went off to culinary school in Paris a decade ago.

“Welcome home,” Lexa smiled, ignoring the blonde’s disheveled appearance. Clarke was grateful for that, considering she was in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and an old oversized college sweatshirt. Her hair was piled into a messy bun, and she undoubtedly had bags under her eyes from her late night. “Can I get something started for you?” Lexa asked politely.

“Huh?” Clarke was so shocked from seeing her old friend that she didn’t take in her appearance. Lexa was wearing a white chef’s coat and black pants, her hair tied back in braids. She was standing behind the kitchen counter, hands folded behind her back with an array of skillets and knives laid out in front of her.

“For breakfast,” Lexa explained patiently. “What would you like?”

“What are you doing here?” Clarke asked, answering Lexa’s question with one of her own. “The last time I heard you were at some Michelin star restaurant in the French Riviera.”

Lexa pretended that she didn’t hear that. “There’s pancakes or waffles, I could also do crepes if you wanted those. Omelets, eggs Benedict, frittata-“

“Wait, hold on-“

“Oatmeal, French toast, bagels-“

“Can you just stop for a minute-“

“Your dad has me hide his sugary cereal from your mom, I can dig that out-“

“Lexa! Stop listing breakfast food!” Clarke said, exasperated. “What are you doing in my house?”

Lexa paused, looked down and avoiding Clarke’s eyes. “Isn’t it obvious? I work here,”

“But… why?” Clarke was genuinely confused. Why would someone give up a great and promising career to cook for her parents?

She didn’t get her answer, because her father entered the kitchen with a bright and cheery smile on his face. Clarke instantly scowled. She may not have remembered how most of her night had gone, but she remembered being burned by the person she called her father.

“Good morning, sweetie. Good morning, Lexa,” he said gleefully. He walked over and kissed the top of Clarke’s head, ignoring his daughter’s sour face. “Isn’t today a glorious day?”

“I see you’re enjoying your first day of retirement, sir,” Lexa grinned at him. “Shall I prepare your usual?”

“Please. But add extra bacon, I feel like celebrating,”

“Didn’t you and your bestie Cage do enough of that last night?” Clarke grumbled. Jake turned to her, smiling, and placed his hands on both sides of her face.

“Lighten up, sweetie. I’m sure once you have some food in you, you’ll be happier,”

“Food won’t make me happy,” Clarke said through squished cheeks. She removed her father’s hands from her face, angrily crossing her arms. Jake chuckled at his daughter’s death glare.

“You’ve haven’t had Lexa’s cooking in a long while. She’s like a food Midas, anything she makes turns to gold,”

“What happened to Alie?” Jake’s smile fell while Lexa looked down at her hands. “What?” Clarke asked again, looking between her father and Lexa. It was weird seeing Lexa at the house and not having her mom there, the chef the Griffins had since before Clarke was born.“What are you not telling me?”

“My mother passed away last year,” Lexa said quietly, not meeting Clarke’s eye. “Cancer,”

This morning has turned out to be quite the surprising event for the blonde.

“Excuse me?!” Clarke said angrily, turning to her father. “You didn’t think of mentioning this to me over the past year? That the woman I’ve known for as long as I’ve known you died?”

“In his defense, she wanted to keep her illness private,” Lexa explained calmly. When Clarke looked at her, her gaze softened. She wasn’t the one Clarke was rightfully angry towards. “The funeral was a small affair. Just family,”

Clarke frowned. Wasn’t she considered family? “That still doesn’t mean it was okay not to mention it to me,”

“You’re right,” Jake sighed, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry, that was wrong of me. Why don’t we sit down and have Lexa make us a nice breakfast. I’m sure there’s something on your mind,”

//

“Why did you pass over me for the promotion?” Clarke asked as Lexa slid plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast in front of her and Jake. “Why did you choose Cage of all people?”

“I know what you think of him, but he’s actually a brilliant man,” Jake started digging into his meal, talking with his mouth full. “Difficult, but brilliant,”

“But I don’t understand. You’ve been preparing me to take over for you since I started at the company. And I actually worked my way up from the bottom,”

“Cage is only a temporary solution,” Jake explained. “He will be interim CEO for the next six months before I decide if you’re fit enough to take over,”

“And what do you consider that to be?”

“How do I say this?” Jake rubbed his chin. “Clarke, you need a life,”

Clarke looked and felt offended. “What are you talking about? I have a life,”

“You’re a twenty eight year old workaholic who’s never had a serious partner before. Your mother and I are worried about you,”

“And where’s Mom now? Work.” Clarke snapped. “And the partner thing? A little misogynistic, don’t you think?”

Jake sighed. “Honey, don’t start. If I gave you the position right away, you would never find time to settle down,”

“So what are you saying? I can’t get the position I earned until I get hitched?”

“Not exactly,”

”Not exactly?”

“Well, not married per say, but a relationship, yes,”

Clarke stared at her father, eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re serious,”

“I am,” Jake nodded. “You need to get out there and actually live in the world, Clarke. There’s so much more to life than an office.”

“I do yoga,” Clarke pointed out. “Work’s not my entire life,”

“Honey, I don’t think you realize how sad that sounds,”

Clarke slumped down in her chair. “I could just hire someone, you know,”

“I know. But I’m using the honor code here. I just want you to be happy, to settle down,”

“I can be happy and not be in a relationship,”

“But you’re not,” Jake folded his hands on the table, pushing his empty plate away. “Just try. Put yourself out there. As long as I see you’re at least making an effort, the gig is yours.” This made Clarke sit up straighter in her chair.

“Really?” she asked. “So I have to just go on a few dates?”

“Emphasis on the effort, Clarke. And besides, six months is a long time, who knows? Maybe you’ll find your person,” Jake smiled warmly at his daughter, who rolled her eyes. “You’re a little too old for that now,”

“And I’m also a little too old for you to be telling me what to do,”

Jake sighed. “This isn’t a punishment. I really do want what’s best for you Clarke. Six months. That’s all I’m asking for,”

“Fine,” Clarke huffed, throwing down her fork on her partially eaten plate. She had lost her appetite, no matter how good it looked. “I’ll agree to this, no matter how dumb it is. It’s not like I’m actually going to fall in love just because you gave me a deadline.” Jake smiled, doing a little happy dance in his chair.

“I think this is going to be good for you, Clarke,” he said. Lexa came in and began clearing away the dishes as quietly as she could, trying to go unnoticed. Clarke watched her, not wanting to look at her father’s triumphant grin. She didn’t realize her eyes were trailing the girl until Lexa left and her father cleared his throat. When she turned back to him, his grin was faint, but there was a twinkle in his eye as he looked between Clarke and the doorway where his chef exited.

“Something amusing?” Clarke asked.

Jake chuckled. “No, nothing at all,”

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[1eaf-me-alone]

this is a short section of a potentially longer fic I’m making.

Tw: deacriptions of injury, scars and burns, reader is body dysmorphic.

Context: Chiori and reader’s relationship status is complicated, they’ve known each other for a while, reader has had a traumatic event and are about to open up about it.

Genre: hurt/ comfort

Word count: a little under 1k

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Slowly, you unwrapped the Keffiyeh from your face, the one you had donned for years, for it was the only way you found a little comfort in your figure. It unravelled almost immediately, falling onto the ground.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror of Chioriya Boutique, and could barely recognise the figure that was reflected. Your hair was singed off, leaving only the thin hairs on your scalp. Your whole skin was engrained with the permanent burns of that fire, your cheeks, lips and eyes were swollen, your arms were charted black, your legs were puffy, filled with swollen blisters, and some of the skin on your face had peeled, leaving layers of white and red on the skin.  The burns were fibrous in texture, with the areas being raised or indented. You physically had to strain yourself to not immediately gag. 

“Chiori, this is what I look like. I’m revolting. I should have told you about it months ago when we met. I’m sorry. I thought you were scared off by the way I looked, I didn’t know how you would react or if you would start treating me differently.”

You couldn't bring yourself to meet Chiori's gaze, so you stared at the floor, nervously twisting your robes in your hands, afraid of what her expression might reveal.

Chiori looked at you, at your body, your face, your hair. 

“Why do you think I would see you differently?” The tone of her voice was firm as if the mere question of her seeing you another way were ridiculous.

You glanced back up at her, not expecting that reply.

“People judge me based on how I look. People I used to be friends with left me. My parents no longer look me in the eye. My looks define me, and I can’t escape that. It’s why I chose to hide myself, because I thought you would be the same.”

A slow tear descended from your eye, it slid across your cheek, finally plummeting to the ground you swiftly wiped it away from your face, turning it away from Chiori as you felt another one falling down.

You caught another glimpse of yourself in the mirror and gagged. You hastily attempted to pick up the Keffiyah from the floor, trying to cover your face, to hide your vulnerability. It was wrong to show her. Archons, why did you show her?

You felt Chiori’s skin on your own, as she grabbed your wrist. Stopping you from attempting to put the Keffiyah on.

“What are you doing?” There was a slight intonation of rigidity expressed in her voice. Your heart stopped.

Chiori gently clutched your chin, lifting it towards her, so you were looking at her face.

“You’re beautiful to me.”

You snorted loudly, stepping back a little from the utter ridiculousness of her proclamation.

“Do you not see me?” You waved your hands towards your face and arms. Pointing at the burns and scars.

“I do. And I have said, you are beautiful. My opinion is subjective and you can’t change it.”

Chiori stepped closer towards you, her gaze set on your face. Your heat pulsed.

She delicately placed her hands on your face, tracing the raised scars on your cheek, while holding your hand tightly in hers. With closed eyes, she leaned in and kissed you, savouring the sensation of your eyelashes brushing against her skin and the tender touch of your lips meeting hers. They were velvety soft, almost ethereal against her own. She saw no imperfection in you, for you were perfect in her eyes.

She reached out and delicately traced the scars on your face and arms with her fingertips. Then, she moved in to place another gentle kiss on your cheek, Her warm breath grazed against your skin, creating a tingling sensation that spread across your cheeks, causing them to blush a deep, rosy red. She pulled herself closer in, as she whispered softly, “I’ll love you no matter what or how you look. Remember that.”

[girlfox]

ah the eternal battle of appreciating riot's world building & lore surrounding ahri, or yoinking her straight out and writing a general fantasy main verse for her . . .

[yourdeepestfathoms]

why wouldn’t you want to play the original 2005 English translation of Pathologic 1?

it’s got all the good shit, such as…

Devot+E36ress

this

Georgiy’s nephew, Maria

this atrocious spelling of naive, which is misspelled EVERY SINGLE TIME the word appears

Hump Man

this fucking guy

the way every single model is absolutely fried to the point where you can count every single pixel

and i didn’t get a picture of it, but the game’s weird obsession with using the word “penetrate”

[writethatdown]

forgive me this is just another one of those moments trying to find greater meaning out of trivial things but, but, but — i lost my retainer at a restaurant when i was visiting a friend and right when i realised my teeth are naked we rushed back at 11pm (no avail) and then again at 5am on the next day and they let us search the trash which was unpleasant and smelly and the food was rotting. we found some gloves and started taking the trash apart inch by inch and when we were 60% through, my friend gleed in so much happiness, took out my retainer, and shouted “god is great”. we were very grateful to the employees and just for everything in life. the sun was just coming out like some symbolism to our achievement.

we were walking and she said “we knew it was definitely in the trash, we would regret and lose our peace if we didn't atleast attempt to find it”.

i almost threw up standing too long to the trash can. and i am sure she felt the same, experiencing this not even for her own cause. and i know we would have searched through the waste twice before giving up and booking another appointment for a retainer.

i keep thinking to myself — what if all good things in life are like a retainer on a restaurant’s trash can? god it is going to suck to find it. but we know it's in there. we just need to be persistent enough.

[mechahero]

There's a whoooole bunch of undead guys in Motor City! And while I can't go over every single one of them, here's a small selection of zombies you'll see here! You don't have to use the nicknames for them though, we are all aware of how dumb they sound.

YOU try coming up with a way to tell different zombies apart without sounding like a complete dumbass though. >:/

ROMEROS- Your classic zombie. Slow, shambling and trouble in large crowds. These guys outnumber most of the zombie types here 2 to 1. Compared the zombies they're named after, they're far more smarter than them. While you won't catch them using a rock to bash open a window, you'll at the very least be able to hold normal conversations with them as they're well... normal people still more or less!

You could always ask one what brought them back and sometimes they'll tell that it was due to a satellite that came back from Venus. Don't take it to heart though, it's mostly a joke.

LANDERS- Said to be the victims of a disease (probably rabies or mad cow disease or something, we don't fricking know), these zombies are bit uh... complicated. These guys take the longest to get back on track and get them acting like the humans they used to be. It's no fault of their own obviously, but man is their particular strain of zombification a complete BITCH to work with. It makes them bitey, spew-y and all around JERKS the first few months of unlife.

They're alright once you get them back down to normal but you really gotta stick it out through those months to do it. And the kicker? They can only make more of themselves via biting. Or if they've got a cold and are inconsiderate enough to not cover their mouths when they sneeze. Not that you'll catch any of the ones here biting people though. That's rude and they're more likely to be chowing down on junk food than people. They looove stuff like Ding Dongs and stuff like that.

Not every Lander is the same though, since some of them seem to act completely differently to the regular Landers. One of them snuck up on me the other day, it wasn't fun.

TRAINRUNNERS- Okay, forget what I said about the Landers. THESE guys are complicated. Kind of, I mean. They're fast, super durable for the most part and their strain is also spread through bite and boy, does it spread FAST. It's probably for the best that there's so few of them living here. That's nothing against them, of course but uh... it's not fun to deal with?

And if takes a while to get a Lander back on track, then it takes even longer for a Trainrunner. Which is not as pleasant as you can imagine when they get out of control but hey, we push through. Some of them are kind of prickly people to deal with though. We're not sure if that's because of the way their strain affects their brains or if some of them are natural born jerks. But either way, if you see some literally rotten looking people with varicose like veins and wearing sunglasses (their eyes ARE kind of gross looking), then you're seeing a Trainrunner. Just be cool around them and you'll be okay.

I dunno who originally coined their nickname though. We don't even have trains here?

NEWDEADS- A sort of catchall term for zombies that don't fit in the standard definition of zombie but are similar enough to their regular counterparts to qualify as one. It's not too uncommon to see a Newdead with a pulse (That's me!) but as long as they have a couple of traits seen in either Romeros, Landers, or Trainrunners, they can count as a Newdead. The one difference between a Newdead and the other zombie types though is that Newdeads don't have to worry about losing control and going on a complete rampage just to eat some dang flesh. Newdeads are kind of like humans the most? But also kind of not? They're stuck in a weird in between of being both and neither.

Don't ask how a zombie can have a pulse though. Yeah, I know it doesn't make sense but we're all made and sometimes rot and decompose in different ways and you'll break your brain trying to understand it so don't fricking question it. We're all kind of dead and that's just it! :>

Anyways, that should be just about every type of zombie seen here mostly! Might have missed a few but I can always edit this thing. Or just make new pamphlets. Either one. Next one's going to be about vampires and let me tell you that one's gonna be wayyyy easier! Well bye! ^_^b <- (me giving you a thumbs up)

[jays-doodle-spool]

i never know what to say whenever someone who’s never pursued learning a language asks me “where are you in [language]”

how am i meant to express how far i am when they have no reference points but refuse to accept “im in year 2 of the language” as an answer. what answer do u want. i beg of u.

like, there’s general markers such as saying “i’m getting into more complex grammatical structures with compound sentences” but the person i’m speaking to has no idea what that means for progress

i then get asked if i would be able to “talk to them”

yes?? if they used words i know, which are simple, but still enough for a complete conversation, but not fluent

just ask me if I’m fluent yet if the deepest you’ve thought about language learning is “can speak to a native speaker or not”

idk what u want from me. i missed this lecture on small talk

[goldensunset]

i want to properly hit people with the keykid dalia lore but unfortunately i’m a perfectionist and i believe text should be accompanied with pictures in order to have a stronger impact which means i gotta draw which means it’ll never happen