#FINALLY REPLYING TO THIS

[hidewebs]

@homelander-rp-blog ... continued.

She does not move, just as he's asked, but she continues to stare down at him. The size difference should be enough to intimidate him, and it seems to be working. She considers paralyzing him, just in case he decides he would like to fight, but for now, stays far back as not to make him act stupid.

"Make a deal?" The words make her laugh a little, a sound that is some weird mix between human and not. Every single eye is focused on him, and she finally decides to move a bit, but only so she can look directly down at him. If he wants to move, it will be his own mistake.

"I understand if the villagers are scared, but I need to eat. They are usually the ones that come here, trying to hunt me down. Are you saying I should stop defending myself? Hm?" And she leans, more and more, until the human half of her is hovering over him. She can smell him, a mix of him and the scents of the liquids down here. "What are you offering me?"

[cozylittleartblog]

"content creator" is a corporate word.

we are artists.

[claudeleine]

thanks cliff!!

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[rika-mortis]

Made a silly alternate version for the previous comic

[favoure]

"do the opposite of what people tell you to do"

[stealingyourbones]

Not even really a crossover but it could be

Danny gets outed/reveals/something and everybody knows he's Phantom. There are science organizations that are absolutely *frothing* at the mouth to hire him.

He gets hired to modify and then deploy hurricane and tornado reading equipment because he's able to fly into the center unharmed. There is much less margin or error because he's always able to get the equipment deployed if the weather is still happening.

Maybe it's a side job while he's in school for his BA or something

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[chloesimaginationthings]

I love how Michael is just trauma dumping on Vanessa 😭😭😭

They trauma dump on each other, so it balances out 💜

[snakes-in-mirrors]

Dinner time! 🔪

Lucian is actually knows how to cook. He was poor most of his life so he mostly cooked simple dishes (or very specific ones). In recent years, he could afford to completely relax and hardly cook at all, so now any complex recipe leads to disaster (and drama).

[dekariosclan]

Imagine Gale as a talented and impressive young man, able to compose the Weave at will, skilled in a way that few can match, and favored by the Goddess of Magic herself. Imagine that because of these accomplishments, he’s caught the eye of a few up-and-coming magic adepts, and he falls in love with one of them—his first real love. Gale isn’t one to toss the ‘L’ word around lightly, so when he tells them he loves them, he means it; he gives himself over to them completely.

And in return, they love him for his potential. For his status. For the magic he can command. They love the wizard they see on the surface, but not the man underneath. They are attracted to his power, but not to him.

So of course the relationship fails, after the thrill of his magic wears off. But because Gale is a resilient young man and he’s caught the eye of so many, he soon falls in love with another.

And then it happens again. And again.

And each time Gale’s heart is ravaged, his ambition to become a better wizard grows, because he’s being shown time and time again that his magic ability is all that matters.

So much so that, by the time Mystra decides to elevate him from Favored to Chosen to Lover, he welcomes her with eager, desperate arms. Because if all his worth is in his magic, and that’s all he has to offer, and that’s all anyone wants from him, who better to love him than the Goddess of Magic herself?

Except…there’s a nagging voice in the back of his head that whispers she doesn’t really love him. There’s anxiety in his heart as time passes, and he reaches both the limit of what his talents can do and what Mystra will allow him to do. And most troubling of all: a growing panic that, just like his other lovers, she will soon grow tired of him and discard him if he can’t improve his magic any further.

He tries pouting, and pleading, and begging her to let him take more power, to let him be more for her, but she refuses. Smiles patronizingly. Tells him to be patient. But Gale can’t be patient when his power is tied so closely to his self-worth; he can’t be patient when doing so in the past has only ever lead to heartache.

So he does what he believes will be a Grand Romantic Gesture, one that will finally put him on equal footing with the woman he loves. Instead, it turns out to be a folly that dooms him and destroys his talents. And just as he’d always feared, Mystra tosses him aside the moment his magical gifts are gone—because what’s left of him holds no value for her.

————

Imagine Gale in his tower, alone, afraid, the ever-hungry orb in his chest, with only his tressym there to help him. No other friends to speak of. His colleagues forced to keep away for their own safety. His magical talents utterly stripped down, so that even when he does try and distract himself with illusions, he’s bitterly reminded of what he used to be capable of. Waking every morning wondering if it will be his last, ending every day full of loneliness and disappointment.

…and then he meets Tav.

At the lowest point in his life, at his most vulnerable, when he knows he’s going to be considered a burden, he meets this stranger and their group. So he does what he can to be useful—assigning himself to be camp cook, offering up his (now meager) magic skills, turning the charm up to 11—as he desperately hopes this will somehow work out. He’s pleasantly surprised when, after providing only minor details of his condition, Tav agrees to help him. He’s even more surprised when they actually follow through.

Imagine how Gale feels as Tav treats him kindly. As he grows to trust Tav, and then grows to like them. Imagine his surprise as he opens up and shows them more and more of himself, and they don’t turn him away.

But then his condition worsens. And he has to reveal everything: the foolish mistakes he’s made, and how dangerous he is as a result. He clings to Tav’s hand as he shows them his folly. He’s at their mercy now, and he knows this might be the last time he’ll ever feel the touch of another being, if they decide—and Gods, why wouldn’t they decide?—to cast him out.

…but they don’t. They don’t. Instead, they tell him to stay.

Imagine the relief Gale feels. The gratitude. And perhaps…just a hint of something more. Something that he dare not name, but that flares to life every time he thinks of how warm their hand was in his. Something that feels dangerously close to jealousy, when he’s had too much to drink and sees Tav smiling at another…

But he knows these are all foolish thoughts, because he has nothing to offer Tav. They are wonderful just as they are, but he…he is an empty shell of a man, a discarded husk of a wizard, and while they might tolerate him, he could never believe they might actually want him.

And besides, he still thinks of Mystra. He still longs for Mystra. She who cast him out, but to whom he still feels tethered. Sometimes he needs to cocoon himself in the weave, just to try and calm his fears and bring some joy back to his life, because magic is his life. And sometimes he just needs to see her face, even though that hurts as much as it heals.

One night he’s lost in thought, having conjured Mysta’s image after settling down at camp. Thinking that even if she hadn’t ‘loved’ him—certainly not in the way he’d loved her—she’d given him enough otherwise, hadn’t she? She’d amused him and been amused by him, they’d shared countless pleasures, why hadn’t he been satisfied with that?

Gale is so lost in thought he doesn’t realize Tav has come up behind him. Until they ask a question, startling him out of his trance. He’s a bit shaken, so he tries to turn the conversation from Mystra to the weave itself. And then a wonderful idea occurs to him, something that he’d been toying with already: what if they were to conjure the weave together?

He can show Tav how important magic is to him, let them experience what he does, perhaps even impress them a bit. But most importantly, share a moment with them. As friends would do…

He’s elated when Tav agrees. He leads them through the steps effortlessly, and they’re a surprisingly good student, following his instructions correctly (if a bit clumsily). He’s as excited as they are—perhaps even more so!—when they succeed in channeling the weave.

It’s such a pleasant, familiar feeling for him, like coming home to his tower in Waterdeep. Even as the weave connects him with Tav and makes them one, he’s easily able to hide his innermost thoughts, because he’s done it so many times before.

…but he’s forgotten that Tav has not.

————

Imagine Gale knowing every romantic partner he ever had only wanted him because of how he could raise their status, or how he could amuse them, or how he could command magic for them. And, each time, he was happy to oblige them, even desperate to oblige them, because if that was the price of their love, then he was sure it would be worth it.

But it still all came to nothing.

Now imagine Gale connected in an intimate way with someone he likes very, very much—while being what he considers his lowest, most worthless, and most humbled self. As far from the powerful, impressive wizard he once was as he could ever be. And suddenly a vision enters his mind from the lovely creature standing next to him. Only, to his complete and utter shock, it isn’t one where he is providing them with a service, or wowing them with his magical ability, or granting them some kind of power from one of the spells he commands.

Instead, when he sees their desire laid bare before him, it’s a vision of kissing him. Of holding his hand. The two most basic forms of affection and physical connection. The two things that he would still be able to offer them even if every last ounce of his remaining magical abilities were stripped from him. The two things he could share with them even if he was no longer Gale of Waterdeep, and just plain old Gale Dekarios instead.

Imagine the embarrassment and trepidation he feels at first, because surely he is mistaken?…and then the elation when he realizes that he is not. So much elation that his concentration is broken, the weave dissipating as he forgets about channeling it, as he forgets about Mystra. Because all that matters to him now is the image before him—the most pleasant and welcome image he’s seen in a very, very long time.

Imagine how that would feel…and how besotted, enamored and completely devoted he’d be to Tav afterwards. To know that someone finally—finally—just wants him.

Just imagine.

[critter-of-habit]

Just caught up on Agatha All Along and um...it dawned on me that Rio Vidal's name can mean river of life and i just think that's super cool knowing she's death

YES it is so cool! Also that if rearrange Vidal it becomes Advil which makes this hilarious:

[sasseebeee]

who was gonna tell me about this tweet

[actual-changeling]

i LOVE crazy meta posts and wild speculations, i write unhinged interpretations myself, and fandom is first and foremost about having fun.

but i am very, very tired of seeing serious theories that constantly call the final fifteen fake/a conspiracy/a magic trick/etc. retconning that scene would take away the ENTIRE emotional weight and the importance it has for both their character archs.

[f4rgd]

Aksel had never been particularly stealthy but judging by Caleb's reaction he'd still managed to catch him off guard however unintentionally. " No, it is my fault. Walking up behind you in the middle of the night was probably not the best idea. " He would have done the same, in fact he'd probably be wielding a sword with it pointed in his general direction by now. " I am sorry. " Perhaps he should have asked if he could sit but he'd already done so, he's still half asleep despite not being able to drift off properly and he probably should have considered just leaving Caleb in peace so he could read but again, it's too late for that.

Despite not being able to read really anything at all, Aksel leans over just slightly to look at the title, his eyes narrowed as he tried to sound it out silently. He knew that would be hopeless but hells, miracles could happen, couldn't they? of course he recognises letters but putting them together, forming a word and then sounding it out correctly he can't do. " I take it you are enjoying it since you are still up reading it? " A smile settles on his lips and then he jokes because that's a little easier than admitting to any weakness no matter how small. " I admit I am not able to read, maybe I will find a few picture books next time we go looking. "

He's gotten this far without having to learn but circumstances had changed and truthfully he feels a little out of his depth when his companions all seem to be talents in their own right - all he can do is make a few weapons and sharpen them. " I have tried but then all the letters start to blend together and I give up before I make any progress. "

Caleb flinched at the sudden sound of Aksel's voice, his heart leaping into his throat as he instinctively reached for the component pouch at his side. Even after weeks of traveling together, the wizard was still not accustomed to the constant presence of others, to the idle chatter and clamor of camp. He had spent so long on his own, just him and his books, his cat, and his thoughts, that this newfound companionship often caught him off guard.

As recognition dawned and his racing pulse began to slow, Caleb lifted his gaze from the weathered pages before him to regard Aksel. The deep amber firelight danced across the planes of the paladin's face, casting half in shadow and lending a warm glow to his skin. "Ah, hallo," Caleb greeted, his accent thickening the words. "Apologies, I did not hear you approach."

He dog-eared the page he had been reading before carefully closing the tome, slender fingers brushing almost reverently over the cover. "Ja, it is a, ah, history book of sorts," he explained, angling it so Aksel could see the title etched into the leather in faded gilt lettering. "It chronicles the development and advancement of the arcane arts over the centuries. I found it in one of the boxes we looted."

[otaku553]

He’s perfectly sane I swear

My submission for @where-does-the-heart-lie‘s DTIYS! Congrats on one year on tumblr!! Your art is always an absolute delight to see :D I hope this does it justice!

[1alchemistart]

SON IS RETURNING TOMORROW! rejoicing

IDs are in the ALTs but also under the cut:

ID: Four sets of drawings, all black and white and containing Damian Desmond, alone or alongside Anya or Becky.

First image is a drawing of teenage Damian and Anya. His head is turned away from the viewer and towards Anya. He is sitting down comfortably, resting his arm on one leg. Anya is laying next to him on her stomach with her arms crossed. They are talking, surrounded by speech bubbles with no dialogue inside.

Second image is a drawing of Damian in a jacket reminiscent to the one he wears in Chapter 39/Episode 2 of Season 2. He is looking over his shoulder, pouting and lightly squinting in what is either confusion or mild annoyance. His hair is messy.

Third image contains two drawings of Damian. On the right, he is wearing his gym uniform, looking very annoyed. On the left, he is slightly hunched over, staring blankly with dot eyes.

Lastly, the fourth image is a drawing of teenage Damian and Becky talking. Damian looks very mildly frustrated while Becky is smug and teasing. They are both wearing their imperial scholar capes. Unlike in canon, Damian has glasses. Becky's hair is down and she is wearing a hairpin with a small bomb on it, and star-shaped earrings. End ID