#I hesitate to tag as a ship?

[washmouthing]

Thinking about how the only time we see Anya be a person is when Curly is with her.

[dragonfollies]

How the last few episodes of Fionna and Cake have been

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[wild-magic-oops]

Gale telling Durge that he's sure that Durge would have people to invite to their wedding is ofc Larian half-assing things, but it's funny to hc that Gale just had an oopsie social interaction where one says smth kinda weird/incorrect and then later realizes that it was weird/incorrect but it's too late to correct now. However, Durge takes that as a "you should invite someone to our wedding" kind of expectation and tries to comply. Family members are absolutely out of the question even if they weren't dead or a god he hates. And outside of Bhaal's temple, Durge is pretty sure he had only one friend. But he was apparently a very good friend. And Durge has Gale's resurrection scroll that never got used. Death's not a problem yeah. Perfect solution yeah.

And this is how Gortash gets tossed from Bane's torture session into Durge's accidental torture session where he gets invited to the wedding of his ex that he's still very much into

[pleasetakethis]

SCREAMING BECAUSE I WAS ON MY 4TH REWATCH WHEN I REALIZED DEADPOOL IS SLINGING WEBS WHEN HE'S SAYING "PEW PEW PEW" IN THIS SCENE, HOW DID I MISS THIS

[wickjump]

thrashing around and thinking of traumatized siblings with codependency issues and separation anxiety following a traumatic incident in which they were separated and harmed in some way or another, the more severity the better angst, and then blame themselves for not being able to save the other from their torment

[winterinvelaris]

i need elucien and gwynriel for several reasons but one of them is that im sick of us pretending that rhysand was wrong in the bonus chapter lol like yes he wasn't the nicest about it but he knows his brother and he knows what it looks like when az is (and is not) in love and as the high lord he doesnt want to risk the delicate situation with tamlin and lucien getting worse over azriel's lust for elain. the next book will be such a struggle to read if the conflict continues to be "fuck you rhysand how dare you do your job"

[skitskatdacat63]

Oscar Piastri feeding Logan Sargeant [x]

[butchcrona]

the subversion of expectations when crona confesses to putting a snake in maries tea is so crazy because makas initial reaction is anger. so the first time i watched that scene i was like “ah no theyre cooked” only for her to immediately clock what was actually happening with like. no implication on crona’s end that medusa made them do it

[becauseplot]

Penciled Lines

(Cross-posted on ao3, if you prefer to read it there. Reblogs still appreciated!)

Missa wakes up, and he thinks he might be doomed. This doesn’t scare him nearly as much as it should.

Missa is awake early—by his own metric, anyway. His nocturnal nature causes “early” for him to mean “early night” and not “early morning.” Regardless, “early” means that Philza is not asleep yet, still going through his nightly rituals. “Early” means that Philza is sitting up in (his? their?) the bed, pillows propped up behind him, notebook in his lap, sketching away.

And when Missa wakes up to the soft scritch-scratch of a charcoal pencil on textured paper, his forehead just so happens to be brushing Philza’s hip.

Missa can hardly breathe.

Oh no.

He knows that if he gives any indication that he is awake, Philza will stop sketching, close his notebook, shift himself over until he is politely seated on his side of the bed, and greet Missa with a friendly smile. Philza has done it before, when Missa wakes up early. That’s how Missa knows he’ll do it again.

Thus, Missa can hardly breathe—his breaths have to be the slow in-out of sleep. He can’t so much as twitch, either. He has to keep quiet and play dead or else he’ll be found out. Seen. Caught living the lie.

“Husband,” Philza calls him. They’re not married. They share a bed. They’re hardly ever in it at the same time. They have a son and a daughter. Neither of them know Missa very well. Philza has had an extra set of armor and a skull on his backpack for months, waiting for Missa. Missa doesn’t even know Philza’s last name.

Philza is a good man and a good friend—and Missa doesn't deserve him. Still, he takes what he can get. Curls around it. Hoarding every innocent kindness Philza extends like a starving creature: the generosity of a backpack fully stocked with equipment; the trust Philza places in Missa to watch the kids when he’s asleep; and now, the courtesy of not moving his hip from Missa’s forehead to ensure his “sleeping” isn’t disturbed. Missa clutches all of these little offerings in his greedy claws and hugs them into his chest, even as the guilt eats away at him.

Because, regardless of the lack of mutual feeling, he loves Philza. He loves him so, so much, and that is why he is doomed. He can’t afford to lose what little he has. He can’t cross that line. 

So Missa lies beside Philza, forehead pressed against Philza’s hip, pretending to sleep so he can imagine that they’re not just lying in bed together, but lying in bed, together; and later, when Missa truly wakes, he will sit on his side of the bed and look at Philza’s face soft with sleep and think about how lucky he is that he still has a side-of-the-bed to begin with.

Missa doesn’t mean to drift off. When it starts to happen, he’s hopelessly torn between shaking himself awake and thus giving himself away, or remaining how he is, silently fending off the inevitable. In the end, Missa clings to that scritch-scratch sound of Philza’s pencil on the paper for as long as he can before the fog at last pulls him under. 

Eventually, he dreams. In fact, he dreams of the calloused fingers he dreams of every night, hands like his own, an artist of Death, cradling and shading the contours of his face—a softness dashing charcoal across his jaw, and over his cheekbones, and perhaps on his lips, too, if he’s lucky. Defining every edge of him.

~*~

A deep sigh. Phil stops sketching as Missa shifts in his sleep. He tilts his head up so that the tip of his nose is now just nearly brushing against Phil’s hip. The motion disturbs the wild splay of his dark hair, revealing more of his face: eyelashes, cheeks, warmth. Tender blush of something Stygian and otherworldly. New.

Phil’s lips tilt upwards. He turns to a fresh page, and he starts again.

[cephalotyrant]

some late doodles..

[galaxyinacup]

Had a realization that I gave my last art of them typical yaoi couple size difference and decided to act upon this revelation immediately by drawing this

[falmerbrook]

Morrowind ships that I've been obsessed with recently (and that doubled as brush tests)

[miiconsole]

me and my spouse uhmm (´͈  ᵕ `͈ ）

[hacemorra-death-gremlin]

MY DEAR ARCHANGEL FANS I DIDN'T MEAN TO LEAVE YOU HANGING i just have not drawn anything that looks good for like a week. Maybe i'll post the kinda shitty drawings next week. Today I bring you - nice portraits from YET ANOTHER ship template!!! This one a "sorta effed up relationship" one i found on toyhouse! Check it out! Full thing below the cut

[crushedsweets]

hey so we know natalie and jack both like toby, right? but do they know they have a crush on the same person?

🧍‍♀️

short answer: no

long answer:

ok so in my like, 'canon' version of creeped, the crushes are genuinely so fleeting and pointless, nobody knows anything and it goes nowhere. the only canon romantic relationships happen between nina/jeff, jane/mary, liu/ex fiance, dina/helen

BUT in the more multishippy-funsy version of creeped where i allow ships to happen...

i think it would be funny. they'd both be pretty clueless for a while. clocky fights her feelings for toby sooo so so so so hard, she feels hella shame and embarrassment. jack fights it a little just cuz 'really? i like this guy?' but eventually is like ok fine he's cute its fine.

and theyre both incredibly observant. nats got an eye more than jack, so she thinks she has an advantage and can get away with lingering stares, but jack can hear her heartbeat across the damn room.

and nat goes to jack a lot when she's feeling overwhelmed and angry with everyone else, but cant handle being alone either. and she'll sit on his couch and grumble and occasionally wipe down his counters while he cleans and he quietly talks about his day and asks if she wants go to go on a walk and this and that...

so eventually, toby would come up. and i think jack would be the one to say something first. dunno how, but maybe more of a suggestion than anything, and nat gets all tense and she's like "what the fuck are you implying jack" and jack laughs and is like "alright you dont need to get defensive, i get it" and shes like "the fuck you mean you get it" and he just smiles and keeps cooking or walking and then they drop the topic.

then a week goes by and shes banging on his door and is like "what did you mean you get it." and hes like its 3am. and shes like im asking you a question.

lets her in and they kinda talk about it. eventually it turns into them laughing about 'god i cant believe HE of all people got BOTH OF US' and make fun of eachother for it. theres no jealousy or envy or resentment between them - both are too mature and detached from romance for that, but they dont talk about it often

[katoska]

This was part of a bigger post I keep rewriting in drafts, but just to throw the idea out there:

I think the reason why the flashback in BJBJ looks like it's set in the 17th century (B+D's clothes, plague doctor hazmat suits) is because... it is. That's Betel's second go at life. He did a soulswap. He revived during another plague outbreak, then died of poison. Whoops.

Like, we saw him feed a guy to a sandworm for emotionally manipulating a depressed Lydia and browbeating her into an engagement. I don't think I need to explain the Rory=movie1!Betelgeuse parallel?

But he also sent Jeremy to hell for attempting to trade Astrid's life for his afterlife. Given the Baroque thing, it sure looks like Betel is punishing people who are shitty in the same way he used to be.

Yay redemption arc.