#Diplomatic Meeting

[mearchy]

Like Mand’alor Din Djarin who is completely politically incompetent is very funny and good but what about Mand’alor Din Djarin who just comes out of nowhere and absolutely slaughters (metaphorical) these career politicians across the negotiating table bc he has 20 years of experience cutting contracts with the worst and most unbearable people in the galaxy. And he had to figure out ways to say I Am Not Fucking Doing That without ever technically breaking his code of honor by violating his contract or whatever. 

[sesamenom]

Gil-galad Variations, featuring all the gil galad theories i've encountered.

[Most recent version: LINK]

[copypastus]

@sjmvillainweek Day 5- The Villain Wins AU

Or what I wanted to happen during the 'revive Rhys at swordpoint' nonsense. Just winnow out. What are they gonna do?

[heliological]

I love how aai establishes that miles edgeworth is spending all his free time like, defeating internationally wanted criminal masterminds in a battle of wits. and then he goes to court and his opponent is phoenix wright who at any given time has a handful of evidence he picked up off the ground and a concussion. and phoenix wins

[ratsrequiem]

Okay what the hell sure. Old man yaoi

[veni-vici-vetinari]

Go Vimes and save your patrician from these “vey respectable” lords.

[explodingquails]

Cursed headcanon: the Kiramman family originates from the Navori province of Ionia.

Growing up, Caitlyn is slightly traumatized from constantly hearing Cassandra talk about this distant cousin she has overseas who is such a talented dancer and so independent and did you know she is already leading a revolution at the age of fourteen and oh by the way she is also gay and I am not comparing you two or anything but honestly Caitlyn darling you could try a little harder-

[scrunchie-87]

Ya’ll fw evil Hinata instigating toxic yuri?

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hello everyone and welcome to another wip wednesday ❤️ I was tagged by @thequeenofthewinter and I am tagging:

@bougainvillea-and-saltwater @dirty-bosmer @captain-of-silvenar @lucien-lachance @pocket-vvardvark @theoneandonlysemla

@firefly-factory @ladytanithia @sulphuricgrin @changelingsandothernonsense @umbracirrus @moriche

@hircines-hunter @scholarlyhermit

So I have been encouraged by some lovely friends (you know who you are ❤️) to explore a Modern AU Theomar as spies. Have no idea if this will end up on ao3 as life is in a strange place right now but I've been playing around with how to incorporate events of Skyrim into a modern context. But this snippet is mostly them flirting at the bar 😛 Under the cut because suggestive a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up whore ass behaviour

“Can I get a between the sheets, with Colovian brandy if you have it?” 

“I’m afraid we’ve only got Cyrodiliic brandy and Geef.” They have Geef but not Colovian? Puzzled as to how the brandy from Morrowind is more common here, she orders the closest of the two.

“I’ll take the Cyrodilic.” As her suspicions were correct, the bar is almost empty save for a figure on the other end, it takes no time for her drink to appear. “Thank you.” 

The citrus of the orange liquor is delicious and burn from the brandy is familiar, thoughts of having five or six more tempt her; nursing a hangover at work was not the worst. That too was familiar, once she had even given a briefing to the Director after an attempt to empty the city’s sujamma supply. Wretched headache but she was good at her job. If not for the fact there was a meeting scheduled for first thing in the morning tomorrow, a meeting to establish the collaboration with those Altmeri Dominion diplomats, Theodora would have thrown her uncharacteristic caution to the wind. But tomorrow required everyone to be at their most professional to be thrown into the den of vipers, as her colleague Dram put it. Dramatic as always. Yet, she harboured a few concerns of her own. An odd way to describe them as even she knew they were not here in the spirit of diplomacy, that was evident based on her prior interactions with the Thalmor in Cyrodiil. Sarce they were, but it was obvious they had a need to put their golden hands over everything. The war hadn’t stopped, it just became hidden. 

As she finishes the drink, the last of the liquid is not yet swallowed when another is brought to her. 

“From the elf over there.” Too focused on drinking and thoughts of work, the agent forgot such a basic skill in her line of work: observation. Bringing the figure from her periphery to the centre of her vision, her concerns about the Altmer she’ll meet tomorrow are exchanged with intrigue at the one looking at her. Looking at his strong jawline and thinking about how satisfying it would be to grip his black tie, it doesn’t matter that he has a buzzcut. Different in very many ways he was. Offering him a smile and downing the drink, she approaches the stool beside him, sitting as she starts the conversation. 

“What are you drinking?” It’s almost unfortunate how handsome he is, now close enough to see the details on his face. Only somewhat knowledgeable on guessing a mer’s age, she can tell his over one hundred but beyond that she’s uncertain. Not that it matters. The slight chuckle he does is attractive, as is his voice. 

“Supposedly a Fine Elven Wine.” Very fitting she thinks. “Yet it is neither fine nor a wine, certainly not Elven.” Taking the glass from his hands, swirling it for a moment before she sips. Gagging at the taste. The mer laughs harder now. 

“Gods, that is disgusting. Here, let me get you something better.” Once again flagging down the bartender, she orders him a Collequiva, a fancy imperial wine. Watching as he has a taste, it seems it is satisfactory. 

“Hmm, better than I expected. Thank you…” Ah names, might be good to do that now.

“Theodora” she says. 

“Ondolemar.” 

Introductions out of the way, names all that needed to be exchanged; personal details kept under wraps due both to the secrecy of her work and her desire for privacy. Any other information he would need could be figured out after. In the event she found herself in his lap she could let him know what treatment she expects; deciding to start leading them there, she asks him a question. 

“Do you often buy human women drinks from across the bar?” His people in particular frowned upon such relations, would be good to gauge where his thoughts on the matter lied. 

“Would you believe I do not?”

“I would actually.” Why did he then… 

“You look too exquisite to sit alone at the bar, I have a feeling that this was not part of your original evening plans.” A bit taken aback but such a compliment as she was used to very different words from men, but the rest of his response is curious. It was a leap in logic to assume that off of what she is wearing alone, but it was correct. How did he know that?

“And what would you know of my plans? Maybe I wanted to get dressed up just to sit at the Winking Skeevar?” He dryly chuckles, drinking more of her recommendation. 

“Well then. I would say there are better bars to do that at. This one leaves much to be desired.” 

“Then why are you here?” She says. 

“My residence is nearby, it is convenient.” A reasonable enough answer, she had done many things because it was convenient at the time, many men fell into this category. Not the best but around. Good enough for the job that was pleasing her. Perhaps her eyes should not have lingered on his forearms, the neatly rolled fabric that was tight around the middle of them. Not lingering now, they trail up and over his torso as she imagines ripping the white button up off, let the buttons scatter and litter the floor. 

Returning to his initial comment on her appearance, she questions the word he used. 

“So I look exquisite?” A straightforward start, she’s curious where he’ll go with it. 

“You do, that is a lovely dress.” A straightforward answer, safe. It’s too safe so she amps things up a bit with a little test to figure out what kind of guy he is. 

“Hmm, well I’ve been told before by men that it does not leave much to the imagination.” 

“Then they do not have a very good imagination, now do they?” Another sip, more than a sip, a full mouthful and then he continues. “A simple man imagines merely the body, they neglect to think all which you can do with it.” Her widened eyes have him mistaken that he overstepped in his words, something which could not be further from the truth as she is imagining all the things she’d like to do with him. “I may have already had too much to drink.” 

“Oh I wouldn’t say that, Ondolemar.” Her hand reaches for his tie, tracing her hands along the complex knot securing it and enjoying the fact that although he is smirking, how he tenses does not go unnoticed. “I like a man who is forward.” 

[lichqueenlibrarian]

MCCOY STOP LAUGHING YOUR CAPTAIN JUST GOT ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THREE WOMEN AND YOURE LAUGHING

[mushroomcrepe]

Some royalty dutp outfits

One graces her land with her mighty light ☀️

The other embrace her people with occult wisdom 🌌

[saturnniidae]

alteans are human looking but not Right. in an uncanny valley way and also weird land cuttlefish coded to me..

[jaedoesartsometimes]

I just think they should’ve given Data more kids to just hang out with for no reason.

[fischlcatgirl]

I do really love fics where it's clear that other than being skilled at combat and incredibly smart and obviously sosososo fucking good with money ningguang could also be like. Liyues next top model if she weren't the tianquan. Yelan wants her. Ganyu wants her. Keqing wants her. Yanfei wants her. All of her secretaries want her. Ningguang can't go two feet without finding a lesbian doing heart eyes. And she knows but she is also soso head over heels for known pirate king captain beidou of the crux who is admittedly very cool but also distinctly a criminal. Like women with these high-power government jobs are practically throwing themselves at her feet and she's like no. I do want the woman who killed the fucking sea monster. Only I can know how to file taxes. She has to have at least 1 million mora in government debt. And most importantly. I need someone who can save the pieces of my house that fell in the ocean.

[magicaldragons]

varadeva are totally the type to have an absolutely savage child

and when their child roasts somebody, they'd be like

deva especially would eat that up, he'd be losing his shit in the corner,

but varadha's the one who'd remember he's a Dad™ and be like "alright now, stop that"

[lichqueenlibrarian]

Omne really did traumatize the entire Enterprise crew.