#AND MOST OF ALL

[epicthemusicalstuff]

This is a certified Penelope loving blog. I love her. So much. If you don’t like her… good luck. Anyways, Penelope ❤️!

[psybuprofen]

ah shoot i just remembered my quiz

seeing as it's the year of our boy, and i need data, why don't you try this old chestnut

[kaechannn]

Beautiful sleep deprived hunchback man, oh I've waited for you. I can't wait to read fics, I can't wait to think about you all day long. Beautiful gorgeous man who leaves the parenting duties to nannies. Oh beautiful long haired silver man, i love your eyebags. I love your hair. I need to see you crumble before children being children ♡

[monaluxstesblog]

A couple of weeks ago goredev put out a call to ask fans what their favorite Gore line was and I have actually been mulling it over ever since and I had settled on an answer pretty much the day that he deactivated. With everything going on I thought I would go ahead and say it to the void. The truth is I can't remember specific quotes because I have a really bad memory, but I can remember a lot of moments.

Gore's thirst for older women always got a chuckle out of me. Honestly, big mood about Mirabel my guy.

Every time he checks on my PC he feels like a real person. The moment at High Hrothgar actually had me sit for a couple minutes IRL.

He also checks in on you after Vigilant as well and I remember feeling a real emotional catharsis that Vigilant's ending didn't really give me. Gore talking to me got me, the person, to process my thoughts about the mod and the experience.

Gorse.

I like that the Pate story beat was not nice and clean and neat. That it can be read a number of ways, and all of them are interesting.

I also laughed when he broke into the Embassy because he was worried. I honestly wasn't expecting it and since he was my tank, I was grateful to have him along.

His combat barks are all bangers and his reasoning for them reminds me of my tank antics at the DnD table.

As someone who uses unusual pronouns it is cool to have the option to be ungendered, even if my PC's do have a gender identification.

[greetings-inferiors]

Don’t worry, you’re safe here. What’s happening to your website is awful, and hey, maybe you’ll even learn to love this hellsite more (I recommend it)

Just remember one thing: reblog reblog reblog!!! You will be blocked if you don’t reblog or make some post, so make haste! Search a few things you like, reblog it, follow some people, then just sit and let tumblr take over! I’m sure most people won’t mind if you start talking across reblogs (use the tags to talk on the down low!), and maybe you can even become mutuals (best friends for life???)!!!

[theoutcastrogue]

MtG Art from Wilds of Eldraine

by Edgar Sánchez Hidalgo, Zara Alfonso, Nicholas Gregory, and Aldo Dominguez

[nuihopes]

That moment when you finish a piece of media and can finally look at fanart and fanfictions without being spoilered

[hawkeish]

“noceur - one who stays up late” for Rookanis from the writing prompt list 👀?

charlotte, you are my everything. thank you for sending me this - it’s driven me insane in a good way.

because it’s ended up being over 2500 words long, I’ve put it on ao3 for your viewing pleasure, but there’s a snippet below:

Were Ingellvar a mark, this would be an easy job. She’s hunched over something, paper and half-open books scattered on the ground around her like orbiting moons. A constellation of flickering wisps drifts in the air above. Some dart away and fizzle into nothing as he nudges the door open further, but Ingellvar doesn’t notice. Whatever she’s looking at, she’s transfixed. Oblivious. There’s the whisper of pages as she shuffles through whatever is on her lap; she pulls one of her plaits over her shoulder, twisting the loose end of a ribbon through her fingers as she reads. The movement distracts Lucanis, pulls his gaze away from what he suddenly realises he’s been staring at: the exposed, soft flesh that hides her jugular. He’s rarely touched anyone there without gloves on. Blood can stain, if a Crow isn’t careful.

He’s not wearing gloves now, but she’s not a mark. He does not have to find out how soft the hair is at the nape of her neck, or how warm her skin might feel beneath his fingers.

[kiwiplaetzchen]

"Oh no, Nosy, catch it!"

Elland and the heart and soul of the Slytherin Menagerie are somewhere in the attic at Will's Manor over the holidays, both visiting, when in his curiosity Elland opens up a big chest in the corner of the small cramped chamber.

A golden snitch bursts out and jets all over the place, knocking over anything light that's not tied down, passing through the stout old book shelves, ricocheting off the walls and sending the decades-old dust into motion. The snitch looks as disoriented as Elland and Nosy are startled, although for a different reason: this is not a Quidditch pitch and it has nowhere to go.

"Accio snitch! Accio!"

Elland scrambles, trying to get to it, but there's not enough space to maneuver and the poor lighting of the attic makes it hard for him to keep his eyes on the snitch.

"Blast, how does Will do it! Nosy, behind you!"

The Niffler was tightly clinging to Elland's leg, his little paws gripping as he schemed. He had intended to play a prank on the lad with the surprisingly talented belly-rubbing hands, but alas, that plan backfired, and now he found himself in a rather boring, dusty attic. No comparison at all to the rest of the place downstairs, which was full of shiny things and snacks!

With a dramatic sigh, Nosy slowly slipped down Elland's leg, his grip loosening until he lay flat on the dusty floor, utterly slain by boredom. The little menace was not impressed. His eyes darted around the cramped space, trying to locate the exit. He’d get his revenge on the pretty lad later, no doubt.

Just then, something snapped Nosy out of his misery. A loud pop echoed through the room as Elland foolishly opened an old chest. Before either of them could react, a golden snitch burst out, streaking through the air like a firecracker. The commotion startled both wizard and Niffler, sending dust and clutter flying everywhere.

"Accio snitch! Accio!" Elland shouted while the snitch zigzagged wildly around the room, but it darted through the cramped space far too quickly. His warning, however, came just a second too late.

The golden snitch slipped right between Nosy’s legs, catching him off guard and knocking him off balance. Nosy staggered backward, landing on his fluffy bottom with an indignant squeak. The little Niffler huffed through his nostrils, narrowing his eyes. A challenge? Nosy’s fur bristled with determination. How dare that shiny trinket play the Teal King like that!

With newfound purpose, Nosy sprang to his feet and launched himself after the flying golden ball. While the wizard waggled around his magic stick in desperation, Nosy paused for a second to give him a quick sideways glance that oozed pure judgement. Pathetic, the Niffler thought, shaking his head. If it had been Sebastian or the pretty Prefect, this would’ve been over in seconds.

Nosy focused his attention back on the snitch, still sending dust clouds everywhere. He leapt from bookshelves to old chests, knocking over random knick-knacks as the golden snitch whizzed about the attic. His little paws worked with lightning precision as he climbed and jumped, his eyes never leaving the prize. The golden ball was fast, but Nosy was determined.

Suddenly, the snitch stopped, hovering right in front of Elland's face. This was Nosy’s moment. With a graceful long jump that could only be described as epic, Nosy launched himself through the air, his tiny body gliding with the elegance of a champion. In his head, he could hear the cheers of an adoring crowd. Nosy! Nosy! Nosy!

But the snitch had other plans.

With one quick flick, it zipped away just as Nosy reached his target. Instead of the snitch, Nosy landed squarely on Elland's face with a soft thud. There was a brief moment of silence before Nosy chirped, clearly unfazed by his less-than-perfect landing. After all, the Teal King never loses - he just takes detours.

[goddessofwaifus]

Sorry I have been ded lately aside from reblogging shit lol

Been taking care of shit on my side, recently moved out and got away from a toxic household,but rest assured! I am thinking and working stuff in the background.

How would you guys feel about me possibly doing ZZZ fics in the future? 👉👈 It's had me in a chokehold lately tee hee ☺️

[chungleallthewaydown]

[peakyswritings]

This has been an… eventful day lmao. Need some time to recharge, then I’ll catch up with the things I need to catch up with🤍

[wren-again]

Me with every character I'm obsessed in Arcane:

Yeah, okay, it's a ✨gender thing✨

[lynzishell]

🥧Thanksgiving Tag: Which OC from another simblr are you inviting to dinner? Pass it on and spread the love!🥧

TYSM for the tag @havenroyals !! I love this one!

My original answer was going be @rebouks Oscar Finch. I mean, we both enjoy cooking, and tbh, his is the kind of energy I want to be around... especially on a day like today. Plus, I'd send all the leftovers home to his family (if there are any... cos, y'know, it's Oscar).

Buuuuut in light of recent events of the last hour, I've changed my answer. I'm showing up at the Finch house tonight and inviting myself to their dinner instead! 🧡

[surohsopsisofclouds]

Sometimes you just gotta sit with a fact about yourself.

In other news, I am once again Thinking about the "eternal hunger" part inherent in vampirism.