#*slides this over*

[pixelrots]

[forfamily]

...That was most certainly not a treasure chest.

Of course, when Bianca had funded the small expedition, she hadn't had high expectations in the first place but this was... well, she wasn't exactly expecting this either. The box was rectangular in shape, reinforced, and rather fancy looking with a heavy-duty lock. It was also covered in barnacles; it had clearly been on the seafloor for a while, at least a hundred years, as the trio of men excitedly exclaimed.

The Neapolitan neighborhood of Posillipo is an alluring mix of faded grandeur and sophisticated coastal living. Posillipo is wrapped around a hilly peninsula in south Naples, Italy, and had fairy-tale scenery formed of sheer cliffs, tiny islands, coves, and beaches, with views out to Capri island. It was here that Bianca Zeppeli's home stood, an early, half-finished 15th-century beachside palazzo on rocks that jut into the sea and with views of Mount Vesuvius. The huge property had direct access, through ancient caves, to the sea, a seawater pool, and a private dock so that it can be reached by boat from the port of Naples without crossing the city; it was here the small crew's boat sat after they unloaded their haul.

The dungeons were located in these caves, and a section of it was turned partly into a research and restoration area. It was here that the casket now sat. And it was a coffin, that much was obvious. How the hell did a coffin survive at the bottom of the Mediterranean for a hundred years? There was also something about it... something wicked and foreboding and she stood back as the men worked at removing the barnacles that needed to be removed in order to open it.

It was so strange... as they worked and talked among themselves and got closer to opening it, the sense of dread kept rising. The modern rooms down in the caves were temperature-controlled, and yet goosebumps rose on her skin, the fine hairs at the nape of her neck rising. There was something in that coffin... someone... that had to remain there. That needed to stay asleep.

"Wait a moment," the voice of one of the men broke through her thoughts and drew her attention, "there's something written here... D-I-O... Dio. Is it a name?" Dio.

Dio Brando.

Bianca swayed, one hand gripping the edge of a table to steady herself, and the other lifting to her suddenly pounding head. As far back as she could remember, she'd had dreams. Of another time, another place. A man with golden hair and eyes like flames.

"--Cease your nonsense at once, dear girl. all of you is mine to possess — including your closely guarded secrets. did you really forget so easily?"

Her head shot up, her heart roaring in her ears. "...What did you say?"

One of the men, the one speaking to her, gave her an odd look. "I asked if you were okay, Baroness Zeppeli. You are quite pale. Shall we call someone for you?"

Bianca waved off his concern. "...I'm fine. I skipped lunch is all and the sun is setting. Perhaps we should wait--" "Ha!" One of the other men exclaimed, having retrieved a blowtorch to work open the lock.

The next few moments happened so quickly, when asked later, Bianca couldn't really explain what had actually gone down. One moment the three men were working to lift the heavy lid and the next, one of them was flying past her like a ragdoll to slam into the wall, his neck twisted at an odd angle, face contorted into a petrified expression of horror. It was as though she were moving in slow motion as she turned to look back at the casket, the sudden ceasing of the screams of the two other men making the silence extra loud and she didn't recognize her own voice.

".........Dio.........?"

[spybiote]

𝘾𝙇𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝘼𝙎 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔; 𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙇 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

99 𝙇𝙐𝙁𝙏𝘽𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙎 - 𝙉𝙀𝙉𝘼

𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙐𝙉 - 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙎

𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙈𝙄𝘾 -𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙀

𝙎𝙃𝙐𝙈 - 𝙂𝙊_𝘼

𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙀 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝘿𝘼𝙔 - 𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙈 - 𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙉𝙄𝙆𝙆𝙊

𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 ...

[notsolonedesert]

*taps the mic* Greatsword Lore *leaves*

Based on something Jorge dropped in a stream once

[rawstrap]

I've seen people say terf rhetoric is any hatred of men and I've seen people say terf rhetoric is anything transphobic said by anyone. the refusal to actually engage with the reality that terfism is primarily focused on oppressing trans women is in itself a form of transmisogyny. yes they hate all trans people, but it is quite easy to see who they primarily target with their words, actions and policies, you just don't want to care about trans women. claiming someone is a man hater doesn't mean you get to call them a terf or a radfem, thats an obvious, willfull dilution and denial of what terfs are.

[s-lycopersicum]

"メイドさんの全円スカートは健康に良い" by ミケヤナギ (@mikemomonga)

[scattered-winter]

finally made rwby meme slides. after like a literal fucking decade

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[redstringredeye]

I swear this is what it felt like listening to TMAGP 19

[sexiestwerewolf]

this actually makes me so happy because we very rarely see purely platonic m/f friendships especially with this belief in society that ALL opposite gender friends have to have a crush on eachother

[abyssal-ilk]

one of the most annoying things about being both a sera and vivienne enjoyer isn't even the fandom. it's the game itself that is like. primed to try and make you dislike both of them. or at the very least it operates under the assumption that you already don't like them.

the player is rarely allowed to give sera actually positive and understanding responses but is given every opportunity to kick her out of the inquisiton (she is the only companion this is a constant option for) and to insult her/her beliefs. so many of the player dialogue choices have the inquisitor calling sera unreasonable or nonsensical but so few letting you fully agree with her in a way that doesn't sound condescending in some way. this even extends to some of the companions and how they interact with her.

and then for vivienne, she is constantly referred to as being untrustworthy, manipulative, and "only in it for her own goals" when. surprise. everyone here is here for their own goals. solas and blackwall actively lie to and manipulate the player while iron bull has the potential to turn on them completely and cassandra repeatedly presses the inquisitor into being a religious icon to fit her own beliefs, even when they protest. not even mentioning the "but what's her real agenda 🤔" line in her character trailer, the snow white reference in her personal quest, and how her epilogue slides have this Edge to them that no one else seems to get.

idk!! just wow. wish the game liked them more.

[forfamily]

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

The lower levels of the palazzo, the network of carved pathways lit with soft light, the furnished caverns, and saltwater pools, had become Dio's domain ever since he had surfaced from the sea, a slumbering God returned to the waking world. He was laid out on his bed, arms folded behind his head, and as he spoke, she paused; she was as naked as he was... or perhaps not quite as she still wore a pair of thigh-high stockings and heels.

The mark of her lipstick- burgandy, thank you -dotted his perfect body, from his defined collarbone and chest, down his carved abs, to one of his hips, where she had stopped. She nipped his fair skin before sitting back on her knees. A lock of long raven dark hair brushed over his perfectly hard cock.

"I could always stop touching you, my love," her look was a coy one as her hands found her own heavy breasts, rolling rosy nipples between her fingers, "and touch myself."

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[sanjiafterhours]

crying session at my house tonight pull up at 8

[nonas-third-tantrum]

modern au where nona makes a powerpoint hoping to convince camilla to let her get a dog