#ARC. TBT.

[nancyrelocated]

DAWN READIES TO SPLIT ACROSS THE SKY, a mouth opening to yawn. they've been working a little too long, though Nancy swears every few hours she can go a bit longer before resting. lord knows the cramping in her fingers refuses to dissipate, a dull throbbing that keeps itself around as a reminder that she, too, is HUMAN. absently, she rotates her wrist as a stretch, then playfully knocks her shoulder into her partner's. ❝ when we get back to the office ( ... ) i can work on calling some folks ? i know a woman who's got her hand in too many honeypots -- shes bound to have heard of Cressida's company.  ❞ BAD BUSINESS AND TOO MANY BODIES UNDERGROUND, OR SO EVERYONE SAYS. ❝ you wanna take another go at her safe ? i'm happy to trade - off with you whenever... ( a pretty beat, a small glance. ) you're also welcome to spend the night, or what's left of it.  ❞

NIGHTTIME LIFTS LIKE A VEIL. slow and steady, the lilts of house sparrows, lazy and sweet, break the early - morning silence. he [ @atleur ] looks at her, the woman can feel it: his gaze is as warm as ever, and he knocks his shoulders with hers once more. ❝ you are a gem upon mars, Miss Drew ( ... ) and twice as beautiful. ❞

the detective feels herself almost tense at the knees, a brushfoot butterfly trapped in her ribcage. she catches her lip in her teeth and half of a smile blossoms almost too easily. You're a sweetie, you know. says she, allowing her eyes to roll playfully. ❝ i want to get as much done as possible before retiring until later. y'know how i am ... this gem upon mars feels like we're on the brink of a breakthrough.  ❞

[oddly-casual]

Trolls band together spoilers

I like this thing Viva has going on with her cape being her safety blanket. Especially since it’s literally a patch of fake grass which could also be used to camouflage herself.

Like we’re introduced to her with it on, but only when she finds Poppy and gets excited does she take it off, like rips it off.

And it stays off for the whole song. It’s only later when Poppy starts asking Viva about their separation does Viva visibly get uncomfortable and puts the cape back on as she leaves.

That cape stays on even when Poppy and them all leave. The last time we see it on is when Viva appears with Bridget to help in the fight. She admits she’s freaking out but she takes her cape off anyway and it never comes back.

It gets flung in the water, sis had no intention of getting it back. But I think that’s really cool because this was Viva putting herself on the line, taking a leap of faith for people she loves even when she’s lived in fear for so long.

[indigobloom531]

Velvet's Villain Arc

(I am obsessed with the way they animated Velvet's face here, it's actually a problem)

I dunno about the rest of you, but one of the best things about Velvet being the villain in Trolls Band Together is that there's no rhyme or reason why she's doing what she's doing. Velvet captured Floyd and tortured him for fame for zero reason other than her own selfishness.

In the scene where Velvet wear the shoulder pads for the first time, the filmmakers try to fool us into thinking that Velvet does these things because her and Veneer were poor when they were younger and just wanted more in life. But after that, as you all probably know, Veneer explains that they weren't poor at all, and actually lived in a good home in the suburbs with parents who had well-paying jobs, yet Velvet still continues to torture Floyd.

Nowadays every villain (especially kids' movie villains) have to have some sort of tragic backstory to explain why the villain is evil. But for Velvet there's nothing. She's just being evil for being evil, and on top of that she manipulates her twin brother into doing it with her while taking advantage of his love for her. For these reasons, this makes Velvet one of the best villains in history.

[murdermade]

@fleshcarverfugitive from here

Deep down, Orin knows that this woman is not the source of her pain but it is hard to think straight in the middle of a mental breakdown. Her entire world is coming crashing down and if Amalica had keept her mouth shut, none of this would be happening.

Her own dagger is gripped in her hand, raised as if she's going to thrust the thing through her but something gives her pause, the way she cries out that she is trying to help her distracts her enough that the Changling isn't stabbing her yet.

"Help me?! You destroyed me! Everything I have done....you're telling me it has all been for nothing?!"

[crownshattered]

|| ….i made banging Grelle and Ciel playlists and now I already want to add them….

[tangledfate]

Plotted starter for @helluvah0tel & @infernalight

“No.”

Millie stood frowning at the both of them, arms crossed over her chest as she stared down the COLOSSALLY bad idea her husband had presented to her. Letting Chazwick Thurman spend the night–just one night–something about his father being after him? She’d stopped listening.

Elbow finding her hip bone, sharp eyes flicked from Moxxie to Chaz and back again. They couldn’t be serious.

“I said, no.” She reiterated to the silence spanning between them.

[starchanged]

What if... *Turns Penny into glitch trainer*

[winterreigned]

a lot of Sansa haters like to say lady dying foreshadows her death/demise but it’s actually just the death of Sansa’s innocence. she grows to no longer aspire to be that proper lady, just to survive. it may even foreshadow that she will no longer be a lady, but a bastard (in the vale/books) and eventually a queen. seems Sansa may lose that lady title…

[fanforged]

beneath a sheen of black and crimson, qian's gaze simmers. she doesn't know how long she'd gone without her gear, but its weight draws a single bead of sweat down the nape of her neck. now, a willowy, prison - starved shadow of herself, she feels as green as she'd once been when first donning the armor. but, still, it makes her feel strong. it makes her feel connected to avatar kyoshi and the warriors and her village and the person she used to be.

she wonders, as she looks zuko in the eyes, why she feels so alone.

" i'd heard the fire lord's son was arrogant — that he was banished for disrespecting authority. but i suppose it only makes sense for that to extend towards those he wields authority against. " she sneers, a splitting image of kyoshi herself. " you destroyed my life. "

@banishmark asked : ' you seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before? '

[divinechain]

"Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you."

for duty is love. // ೃ⁀➷ fanmail.

they exist between silent but knowing glances, lingering touches, and unsent text messages. the lines between duty and love ever blurring the more time the two spent together. sleepovers that become too frequent. a hand tightly latched onto another too many times. a kiss that never should've happened. a rose brush is growing in minako's throat - scratching at her insides while she deliberately ignores usagi, its rose petals filling her lungs and slowly suffocating her. during training, she finally takes her simmering frustration at herself out on the wrong person: the leader drills into ami far too hard for her lackluster attacks during a practice spare with rei. the other teen nearly looks on the verge of tears once she's done before usagi and makoto supportively rush to her side, a displeased scowl washing over their faces in the process.

minako can practically hear the ' what's your freaking problem? ' that's about to be thrown her way from makoto until rei speaks up to quell the incoming fight before it can even start. ' we need to talk. ' is all that's said before she pointedly looks between minako and the exit of the idol's private gym. with a huff unbecoming of her role, minako picks up her gym bag and storms out - although not before pettily slamming the door behind her as faint arguing could be heard behind her. she instantly regrets yelling at ami by the time she gets to the elevator, already whipping out her phone to text her assistant about sending a bouquet to her home tomorrow afternoon as an apology. she also blocks out a few days next week to take makoto and ami out individually, pushing recording sessions and photoshoots back to prioritize her friends.

the soldier sighs once she steps outside and is exposed to the chilly, evening air. ugh, stupid minako... she kicks at the air in frustration, annoyed at herself for both forgetting her dumb jacket and also losing her cool due to her own scattered emotions. she was supposed to be the leader. she was the one who was supposed to keep it together in front of everyone! minako can't help but dramatically sulk as she flops down on the sidewalk to wait for her incoming lecture 'talk' from rei.

it isn't long before her second-in-command comes out...but instead of being faced with anger like how minako was expecting, there's a soft look of understanding on her face as rei studies her over.

' you probably wouldn't think so but i get it. ' rei speaks quietly, the way her dark, raven hair blows in the wind somehow making her look even more ethereal than ever before. ' after we all...remembered, ' her brows knit together at the word and the pair both hold in a quiet, sharp breath together; their memories bonded them together but not all of it was pleasant to relive. ' things were awkward between mamoru-senpai and i. but...we talked. he listened to me and i listened to him. then we both talked to usagi. '

' ....and? ' minako voice is quiet, petals in her chest threatening to burst from her mouth and cause her to choke on the spot.

' and now...we're in a better place. ' rei said simply before she looks down at her with a shy, sympathetic smile. minako chooses not to comment on the faint blush that's blossoming across her cheeks. ' i think...you should talk to usagi as who you are now and not as venus. b-but you do what you want of course. ' rei finishes with a flick of her hair before she crosses her arms.

ah, there it is. minako thinks while she desperately tries to hold in an obnoxiously loud snort. classic tsundere rei. her friend is already moving back to the entrance to minako's condo before she has a chance to respond to her advice, ' remember to apologize to ami for tonight. makoto too. '

' yea, yea, i know. ' minako confirms with a guilty wave of her hand. ' already on it. and rei? ' her second looks back, listening attentively, ' tell everyone to just get ready to spend the night, it's getting late anyway. '

' alright. you coming up soon? '

' soon. and thanks rei. ' rei's response is a haughty huff that makes her lovingly roll her eyes before the front door shuts and minako's alone again, staring up at the moon wistfully like she was lovesick. she leans her face into her arms and sits there alone for who knows how long before the sound of the front door opening gets her attention. she doesn't bother to look up - at least not until she feels a jacket being draped tenderly over her shoulders and when she does, moonlit perfection greets her.

' here, it's hot chocolate! ' usagi is beaming down at her like nothing is wrong, picking up and opening a thermos by her feet that's nearly overflowing with marshmallows and what looked like graham cracker crumbs sprinkled across the top. it looked incredibly unhealthy...and absolutely delicious. minako instantly wanted ten. ' makoto made it but i helped! ' usagi explains as she proudly watches minako take a sip of her cavity-inducing concoction. minako pauses as she lets the taste of sugar linger in her mouth, a milk moustache on her lips before she squints at the drink dramatically before giving her 'review': a rapid, theatric nod in approval that has both girls hollering with laughter.

usagi happily sits down next to her after the laughter dies down, hesitating slightly before she scoots so close to minako that their knees touch. ' we were worried. a little mad too...but mostly worried. ' usagi states carefully as she takes the thermos out of minako's hands and steals a sip of her own.

' i know. i just... ' minako replies, popping a marshmallow from the thermos in her mouth while she tries to best explain her feelings. she closes her eyes when she thinks about that night: the two of them alone, nervous with excited, heavy breathing and intertwined hands before their lips are touching...and then a memory of a princess stabbing herself through the gut cuts through the moment and instantly kills it. ' i thought about the past and i got scared again. '

minako's blue eyes are hard as she opens them again and stares forward out into the distance, refusing to give into the urge to cry. slowly does she feels the touch of her princess taking one of her calloused hands into her own as a tear begins to fall down her cheek. ' i don't want to be scared anymore though. ' she whisperers quietly as the two lean into each other, her tears being wiped away by the very person she was supposed to comfort during times like this instead.

' when you're scared, tell us - tell me. ' usagi whispers back as if she could read her thoughts, gently caressing minako's thick hair as the young leader cries on her shoulder, ' i want you to rely on me too because...now i’ve got something i want to protect. it’s you. '

minako's breath hitches at that, instantly watered by her words as the pair clutch onto to each other tightly in the night. she can feel the weeds in her throat slowly wither away and while she's not completely alright, she thinks she'll get better.

[murdermade]

@myrkulsapxstle from here

She hadn't meant to. Not really. The party would never let her hear the end of it if she slaughtered someone in cold blood but the body before her, he'd set her off in one single action.

"He touched me." Is all she says, bringing her knife up to lick the wretched blood from the dagger. Touched her could mean anywhere, really. A friendly pat on the shoulder, a bump to get past her, or groping her. There is no telling with Orin given how slaughter-happy she is.

'Did you expect me to take it lying down? Tsk, tsk. You know better than that, General. So what if it's one measly little fleshbag? I doubt such a pathetic creature will be missed." Even if he would be, she doesn't really care.

Being a companion and not being murder happy has proven more difficult than any of them had originally thought, it seems.

[10shadowd]

merry 2024 here’s a shitty vessel megs doodle

[galleylads]

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[dreadgrace-a]

‘you court death with far too much persistence.’ | @starlyht

Lark simply laughs, Sol'rys' displeasure dripping from her like the beast's death-spray. His caution had gotten both what they wanted. Life and death. Death and life. Her bloodlust is sated for now. Father in her is satisfied.

She grins at the drow. Is the blood in her teeth the minotaur's? Hers? Or something far more unfathomable to the likes of them? ‘We all court death. You, I, Wish, Shadowheart, even Gale. It is our nature; why should I deny that?’

[wrathbit]

Consider: spider-man being created for the sole purpose of taking and causing pain in the name of protection for a higher cause, while Peter Parker’s deepest and most hidden desire is just to be loved.

Peter Parker being so desperate for “family” but the pool of those who love him just keeps shrinking. Spider-Man thinking he’s strong enough to maybe make a family out of other Spiders, in a way Peter isn’t allowed to have, and still having that desire used against him.

He is consumed by the assumption that he isn’t allowed to love and be loved the way others are because the universe will always keep slinging arrows to lodge in his back, and his only purpose is to keep taking it.

[mrsforger]

twiyor is so in love huh (re: that last chap)