#I LOVE Y'ALL A LOT OKAY

[wishesofeternity]

The thing about HotD is that it while it absolutely minimizes the agency and ambition of both Rhaenyra and Alicent, this is specifically used to glorify Rhaenyra and frame her as righteous while condemning Alicent and framing her lacking. That's the key difference in both their textual portrayals that has directly led to 90% of the fandom hailing Rhaenyra as the second coming of Christ while spewing the most hateful vitriol at Alicent just for existing. But y'all are not prepared for that conversation.

[they-didnt-last]

anyone interested in talking about the iconic 2000's middle-grade-bordering-on-ya book series gallagher girls??

[lisannastraussisanangel]

oh oh oh i’ve got one :D

guild members’ relationships with makarov headcanons!

Omg this is gonna get me so emotional! This post is gonna be so long holy shit

Makarov knows that these kids are super traumatized when they come to him. That's why he dresses like a funny little jester man. He doesn't want to scare them when they first join

He always takes the time to get to know and work with each kid that joins the guild. Makarov will take that child under his wing for the first week just to make sure they are comfortable

A lot of the members genuinely refer to him as their grandpa/dad (depending on which generation).

Makarov was still figuring out how to deal with children when Cana first joined. He feels he didn't do a good job at helping her when she first came

Cana, of course, disagrees and thinks the old man did a great job at helping her out when she joined

Cana has a ton of respect for him so when he asks her to cut down on drinking. She does so without question. (cutting down meaning drinking one barrel of liquor instead of two)

The two of them do regularly drink together tho

Gray goes to Makarov for advice the most out of the guild members. He really struggles with making the right decisions and Makarov is always there to listen with only minor judgement

Gray feels super indebted to Makarov. Even tho Makarov tells him all he wants for any of his kids is to live long and happy lives

Erza gave Makarov the most trouble when joining the guild. He had no idea how to get through to her. She was always polite and listened to him, but he couldn't get her to open up for the life of him

He just desperately wanted to make the little girl smile. The first time Erza smiled at him, he bawled his eyes out

Erza always makes sure to shoot him a smile when she enters the guildhall now

Natsu decides that since Makarov found him, he now owes Makarov his life. Makarov nearly has to beat it into Natsu that he does not owe him anything and that he is not to lay his life down for Makarov

Natsu then decides to live by the rule: 'you saved my life so now I'm your problem'

Natsu has so much respect for Makarov it's not even funny. But Natsu's love comes with a price. And that price is constant headaches

Mirajane actually didn't like Makarov all that much at first. She appreciated him bringing her family to the guild but she thought he was too lax with how he ran the place

The two of them really bonded after Lisanna's death

Lisanna adores Makarov. She's one of the few people who can catch him off guard and tackle him in hugs (it happens a lot. you'd think he'd catch on by now)

Elfman views Makarov as the perfect man. He wants to be like him. Makarov insists Elfman should find better role models

Mystogan views Makarov as his father. He cannot imagine anyone else who deserves the title

Mystogan's biggest regret was not being able to tell Makarov how much he appreciated everything he did for him

Bisca and Alzack were so upset that Makarov wasn't there for their wedding that they ended up getting remarried just to have him be a part of it

Every time Makarov compliments Gajeel, Gajeel has to fight back tears. He worked so hard to earn Makarov's trust and respect so now every time the guy is nice to him its almost enough to send Gajeel into a sobbing mess

[pinkcatmaid]

Me when I see a pink blog saying positive words about food and plus size fellows girls: 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[sweaterkittensahoy]

I need you to understand that Jack Kidd is an absolutely excellent air exec. Top notch. The very best the 100th could have asked for. Bucky would have sucked rocks at the job, but Jack's a fucking champ.

But he also has to corral all these fucking idiots, and my god, he is so tired.

So tired.

[spookythesillyfella]

i really love them and i needed to redraw those two photos that kessoku band took because erm silly :3

★ [ original frames under cut ]

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID: a screenshot of a drawing made in procreate. The drawing is of Hunter and Willow from the owl house as Aurora and Philip from Sleeping Beauty. Willow is Aurora and Hunter is Philip. They're dancing, with him holding her from behind by the wrist. She looks surprised and he looks nervous. A filter is applied to the image to give it the grainy texture of a screenshot and the background is grey. End ID]

Also posting this before I forget. I watched sleeping beauty this week hehehe

[dragonsasastronauts]

Side note, if you have read only one of the books, just select the "has read" option. It's honestly not a big deal, though. I just included reading/not reading the books because I thought it would be interesting to see if that impacts anything at all.

Also also, for those of you who have Alistair marry Anora, but also have your Warden become his mistress, please just pick the mistress Warden choice. I only get to put 12 answers here, I am so sorry 😞

[scionshtola]

from the touch prompts: 12. on a scar; or 18. because you are dying :>

ty azia!! this one really sent me on a spiral this week adkfd

the pain of perception

pairing: Corisande Ymir/Y'shtola Rhul word count: 1292 | read on ao3 notes: i went with 18. because you are dying. 5.0 spoilers!

Y’shtola has always found Corisande difficult to look away from, some inexorable pull between them perpetually drawing her gaze. She turned toward them as a blossom sought the sun, unfurling in their light and basking in the warmth of it. Even when Y’shtola lost her sight and the world lost its color, Corisande’s familiar aether was more than enough to draw her in, their countenance so dear to her that it hardly took any effort at all to pick out their features.

In the grand entrance hall of Emet-Selch’s recreated Capitol building, the light Corisande emanates is not the kind Y’shtola wants to bask in. They are a beacon of aether, so bright they blur the forms of the other Scions gathered around them. So bright the light lingers even when she closes her eyes, a ghostly blur haunting the back of her eyelids.

She watches them as they take their leave of the others and turn toward her, seeking her out as surely as she sought them. They cross the hall, the soft click of their boots growing louder as they approach. 

“The others are nearly ready. Ryne only wants to charge a few more cartridges for Thancred before we start on our way,” Corisande says, gesturing at the others over her shoulder, gathered by the door that leads deeper into the building. She lifts her hand, starting to reach for Y’shtola, but stops herself halfway, arm falling stiffly to her side. ‘Tis difficult to make out, but Y’shtola thinks she might be clenching her fist. “I came to see how you fared.” 

Y’shtola holds back a sigh, her jaw clenched against the sharp pain in her chest at the aborted gesture. In the three years she’d spent without them on the First, she had so missed the easy physical affection between them. A reassuring squeeze of her wrist, a gentle hand on the small of her back, a soft brush of their thumb across her cheek. Touches she had at times wished Corisande would not make, if only to spare Y’shtola the misery of her endlessly growing feelings. 

But she’d been wrong to think it would spare her any pain. Since their reunion—that near disastrous moment when Y’shtola had mistaken them for a sin eater—Corisande has, for the most part, kept a careful physical distance between them. Every deliberate step back, every halted reach for her hand, left her far more hurt and confused than any touch that had ever led her to hope for more. 

That they keep their distance even now, when losing themself to the light is becoming less a potential threat and more a rapidly approaching reality with every passing moment, is more than she can bear. She reaches for their hand in their stead, pressing their cool palm to hers. “l have no preparations to make. I will be ready when you are.”

Corisande tips their chin, head tilting down in the direction of their joined hands. Y’shtola holds fast, hope swooping through her stomach, her breath caught in her chest as she waits. But rather than pull away, they squeeze her hand, and the ache in Y’shtola’s chest is eased as she finally exhales. 

Corisande lifts her head in Y’shtola’s direction, her familiar features—the heart shape of her lips, the curve of her nose, her downturned eyes—just as obfuscated by the light as the rest of her body. There was a time that Y’shtola could have known what Corisande was thinking just by a simple shared glance. Now, though she could make her best guess, she could never be sure what was written in their expression. What Y’shtola might give to see the curve of Corisande’s gentle smile once more, before they venture toward a battle that could change her forever. 

Y’shtola glances down at their hands, still pressed palm to palm between them. Corisande had not shied from one touch—perhaps she would not shy from another. 

Do as your heart decrees, Y’shtola had told them, only moments ago. Without hesitation or regret. 

Y’shtola raises her free hand to Corisande’s cheek, heartbeat a loud, steady rhythm as she moves. They lean down ever so slightly to meet her, their hair falling over her arm, the ends of it brushing lightly against her sleeve. She stills when their fingers wrap gently around her wrist, thinking they mean to tug her hand away, but they simply hold on.

“Is it difficult? To look at me? To—” Corisande’s grip on her wrist tightens. Their voice is soft, almost fragile to Y’shtola’s ears. “I know the toll a surfeit of aether takes on you. It must be exhausting just to have me near.”

“‘Tis not easy,” Y’shtola admits, though it pains her to say it. Corisande knows the truth already—the abundance of their aether is difficult for Y’shtola to process with her aether-fueled sight—and Y’shtola would not lie to her besides. 

Worse than the harsh glare of their aether, though, is the damage the light has wrought on their soul, battered and bruised as it struggles to contain the light. For all the distance that Corisande has kept between them these past few weeks, they could not hide the depth of the wound from Y’shtola. While she knew Corisande would prefer it, Y’shtola saw no kindness in pretending otherwise—she would not turn from them when they were in pain, no matter how much it hurt to see. 

Y’shtola sweeps her thumb across the swell of Corisande’s cheek, and hopes she’s looking her in the eye when she speaks again. “But I would no sooner look away than I would leave you to face what lies ahead alone.”

Corisande’s smile blooms under Y’shtola’s palm—cheek curving upward, the quirk in the corner of their lips where they’ve turned into her touch, the crinkle of skin around their eyes—and she answers with a warm smile of her own. Corisande sweeps a finger across the inside of her wrist, and after weeks—years—of so little contact between them, the deliberate touch feels monumental, as much a relief to the longing inside her as it is a catalyst for a desperate desire for more. 

“Shtola,” they say, the newly restored warmth in their voice reigniting that flame of hope in her. The one that made her long for Corisande’s soft touches, that made her think Corisande has always felt about her the way she feels about them, the one that never quite went out. “I—”

They cut off with a soft whimper of pain, lurching forward with a grimace. Their grip clamps down sharply where they hold Y’shtola, fingers digging into her wrist and the back of her hand, and she feels the hold as if it were a vice around her heart, pressed under the weight of their pain. The light inside them surges, brightening and straining against their soul as Corisande struggles to stay on their feet, and then it fades.

“Are you all right?” Y’shtola asks, keeping her tone neutral though she feels anything but, unable to even blink away the image of the surging light. Corisande straightens, her expression smoothing beneath Y’shtola’s hand. 

“Well enough,” she answers between breaths, her voice thin. She squeezes Y’shtola’s wrist, then gently tugs her hand away from her face, though she does not completely release her. “Perhaps we had better be on our way.”

“Of course.” Y’shtola expects Corisande to drop her hands, but they hold on to one as they pivot, placing themself at her side. 

The door that will lead them to Emet-Selch looms before them, the others still gathered in front of it. Whatever they face beyond it, whatever Corisande’s heart decrees, Y’shtola would not turn her gaze. They would face it together—perhaps not hand in hand, but side by side.

[tbcanary]

2023 reading list: The Wicked + The Divine (2014)

You are of the pantheon. You will be loved. You will be hated. You will be brilliant. Within two years, you will be dead.

(ID under the cut.)

ID: Four large animated banners using panels and art from The Wicked + The Divine.

1: Three silhouettes standing on a shadowy mountain of bodies against a sketchy pink and purple sky, holding weapons in their hands. A circle of twelve symbols, each representing a god or goddess, hovers in the air in front of them. The icons rotate randomly through skulls, blank circles, and the symbols themselves.

2: A young black woman sits and stares at her cigarette. She snaps her fingers, making a "KLLK" sound. The cigarette lights itself. Her face shifts to surprise. Shadows creep in from the outer edges, until only the light of the cigarette lights her face.

3: A stadium drawn in a pink and purple gradient. In the upper left corner, a pair of fingers snap and make the same "KLLK" sound. Over a series of five panels, the stadium explodes into a bright white light. A shadowy inhuman figure is burnt up in the explosion. When it fades, a burnt husk of the same cityscape is left behind.

4: Ten narrow rectangles frame profiles of different individuals. They rotate through three phases: Black and white; a purple gradient; and fully colored. The colors move across the page in waves. Behind them is a night sky, lit up with pink outlines of constellations.

/End ID]

[bitternace]

(06/13!)

look at him go!

[ID: A digital drawing of kingdom hearts' character, Roxas. the background is shades of yellow, orange, and pink. he is shown skateboarding, wearing a light button-up over a black shirt, dark green pants, and black shoes. the picture is angled underneath the skateboard, which he holds with one hand as he does an airborne trick. he is smiling. /End ID.]

[rosalie-starfall]

Twisted Obsession (The Mad Monkey)

1989

[foundationsofdecay]

why is there an hourglass next to my likes, this is so ominous

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

hello! can you recommend some wonwoo fics

I prefer if there is some smut in it but I read everything so feel free to take the recs to wherever way you want

I don't read much Wonwoo? But what I do read is always so good

Warm Encounters by @/flowerboykun cockwarming. COCKWArMING sorry

pervert gamer woo drabble by @/rubyreduji look we all know I love JJ's stories but this is genuinely the first think I think of when I think about Wonwoo. This fic.

Roommates with benefits by @/shuaflix I don't fully remember this one but I thought it was really funny because y/n just stays at Wonwoo's place? I really enjoyed this

That's it? I feel bad that's all I've got so I haven't read these but I will eventually:

Favorite Poison by @/lovelyhan (making my way through Kai's masterlist, I know it's gonna be good) fuck buddy not quite enemies au just sounds amazing

Favorite by @/wonusite household url for me. Professor Wonwoo? Cam girl AU? It's gonna be good that's just a fact

Sweet Darling by @/bitchlessdino This was posted three hours ago at the time of me writing this. HOOK'S SON WONWOO?????? YES PLEASE???

Love you twice by @/toruro Mika's stories are literally so good. A one night stand with your SONS TEACHER??? Hilarious. Scandulous. Cannot wait to read this

[torchickentacos]

[tacticalhimbo]

finally checkin' tags, and was tagged by both @alexxmason & @carlosoliveiraa to make some ocs in this picrew [ link ] !

i'll tag… @vendettavalor (always love tagging ur rp blog for these hehe) , @ollierachnid , @kourumi , @rolangf , @scarfacemarston , @bbrocklesnar , @captastra , and anybody else who wants to hop on!

since everyone's doing 4 ocs, i decided to do 8 (4 per tag)! lots of babs, so in order from top left to bottom right:

bailey hill (she/xe) -> watch dogs oc

constance fox (she/her) -> resident evil oc

ch'on hyejin (xe/xyr) -> squid game oc

jaylmaxi hayscot (they/them) -> palia oc

lyrijan hacksaw (she/he) -> swtor oc

mickey araceli de león (she/her) -> saints row oc

valeriya khorkin (she/her) -> indie/fandomless oc

vera lynn (she/xe) -> cp2077 oc