#I know you’re out there

[moodyvoid]

Bisexuals who stan the League of Villains and love My Chemical Romance unite

[force0fchaos]

two more of my faves!!! I’m now accepting requests so send me an ask with ur fav <3

[salty-jellyfish-soup]

Guys is there an actual pipeline or am I just insane??

[xn3city]

Don’t listen to them, ladies, I - I love you -

[rellsingsovern]

all that glitters (is bronze)

Fabian came to school on the first day of junior year looking worse than he ever had, and Max is pretty sure that’s the exact moment the crush started.

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A series of chapters from the POV of one Max Durden during his junior year at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy, getting lit with his party, (accidentally) uncovering the fact that something is up between the barbarian and the sorcery teacher, and dealing with the fact that he’s got a massive crush on Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Maximum Legend and Captain of the Bloodrush team. (read on ao3 at rellsingsovern!)

Chapter One: September

Fabian came to school on the first day of junior year looking worse than he ever had, and Max is pretty sure that’s the exact moment the crush started.

Like, Fabian had been attractive forever. You’d have to be blind or maybe dead not to notice that. It was an indisputable fact, an inextricable law of the universe; magic takes spell slots, gravity pulls you to earth, Max was a drow, and Fabian Aramais Seacaster had always, always been stunningly good-looking. Simple and true as that. Max could acknowledge Fabian’s objective hotness even though he’d never really been into him like that.

It’s just that… he looked so different from the last time Max saw him, dragging Gorgug and Riz around his house party in the beginning of summer, before the endless night that had gone on until just two days ago, and it made Max’s heart flip around weirdly in his chest like it never had before when he looked at Fabian.

Max had only ever really spoken to Fabian after Fig and Gorgug had left for their tour in the spring of sophomore year. Like, he had seen him around in the halls throughout freshman year, enough that it was a shock when Fabian came back to school a week after prom with one missing eye, but neither he nor any of the Bad Kids were warlocks, so he had never shared a class with anyone except Kristin when the cleric, warlock, and paladin classes would have joint lectures. And even then half the time he would skip to smoke in the parking lot with Fig and Ficus.

Fabian turned up to smoke occasionally, loud and boisterous personality apparent in every step and every too-long drag he took from a cigarette, and he’d end up chatting to Max about unimportant shit without Fig there to direct his attention to. It wasn’t uncommon to see him at the local Thrallmart sometimes, a little less loud but just as boisterous, complaining about being dragged to the store by his party but laughing along with them as they went up and down the aisles together. They would always give Max and his party a wave when they crossed paths but Max was usually too busy shoplifting along with half of his own party while the other half scolded them. He had always extended informal invitations to the Bad Kids to come to his parties (they were some of the most infamous kids in school, after killing a dragon) but it wasn’t until earlier this summer that Fabian had taken him up on his offer.

It had been months since Max had seen Fabian at his party, and his silver hair was longer than Max’s was now, pulled up into a (cute) messy ponytail, and his clothing was distinctly less solesian and more elven than he used to dress. Max could count the amount of times he’d seen Fabian without his bloodrush letterman on one hand and most of them were after his adventuring party came back from saving the world from the Nightmare King, but he was wearing an obviously elven-made jacket around his waist, swirling patterns like ripples of water across the fabric. He had apparently traded the wide-bladed, curved, pirate-y weapon he used to carry for a sleek, straight sword that shimmered like a diamond in the newly returned sunlight.

Fabian carried himself differently too, more deliberate and graceful than last year, stepping lightly and quickly across the quad, and Max was almost too busy trying not to obviously stare at his sculpted arms to notice any other details. Almost.

There was a full fucking tire mark across Fabian’s face, going up across his cheek and down past his chest, disappearing under his tank top, various other marks and burns scattered across his face and shoulders. He looked like a sandstorm with a vendetta had grown legs and kicked the ever-loving shit out of him, red dust clinging to his dark skin and along his legs and torso, the muscles of which Max could see even under the fabric. Bandages were wrapped around his forearms and knuckles, the image of a classic fighter, and Max couldn’t tell if they were supposed to be red or if it was dried blood soaked into the fabric making it so. It’s probably blood, Max thought vaguely, too busy looking at the loose strand of silver hair falling in front of the swordfighter’s eyepatch, the edge of the scar visible even from this distance, his high cheekbones and slender yet powerful shoulders…

“-hearing me? Max!”

“Huh?”

His view of Fabian’s dust covered face lighting up as he saw something across the quad was abruptly blocked by a human hand waving in front of his face. “Have you even been listening to me? Gods above, it was hard enough to get you here on time, we cannot start this year with you missing the assembly again and not knowing anything that’s going on.”

“In my defense, I only missed last year’s because Arruzhir’s wild magic went off and teleported us half a mile into the Far Haven Woods.” Max responded, a little slower than he should have, attempting to shake the image of Fabian’s radiant smile, wider than he had ever seen, out of his head, as Topaz, the owner of the hand, stepped out in front of him, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at him.

His party cleric’s stormy gray eyes scrutinized Max, militaristic in the way that everything she did was, symbol of her tempest god stamped onto the hammer she carried. She twirled it idly in her hand, jaw set as she searched for something in his expression.

Over her shoulder, Fabian Aramais Seacaster threw his head back and laughed, sitting at a table with the rest of the Bad Kids (was that a trash bag he was holding?), and Max immediately felt his heart skip several beats and hoped his face didn’t flush maroon.

Gripping her hammer in her fingers, Topaz thankfully didn’t change the topic. “You know you could’ve stood to find your way back sooner.”

“Nah, we couldn’t’ve.”

“Singer is a druid.”

“And?” Max muttered, only half paying attention to the conversation at hand, eyes drawn like magnets to Fabian, who had started talking to Gorgug, gesturing to a jagged sculpture of metal in his arms.

“And? The fuck do you-”

He looks like shit, Max thought wildly. He looks like he got run over. There’s blood all over him. Are those acid burns or road rash?

“-and it was so embarrassing, being the only one in the party to even be there, and I know none of us are fucking A-team adventurer’s, but can we at least get through the first semester without skipping too many important school events?”

He wasn’t nearly this cute last year. What, he grew his hair out and lost the letterman and got run over and that’s what it takes? Why am I feeling like this?

I should go talk to him. Ask about the summer, ask what he’s doing later-

“Max! Valkur’s sake, what are you even looking at-“

“Wait, hold on-“ Max started, but it was too late. Topaz had turned around and followed his gaze right to the table of Bad Kids.

“… Are you serious? A Bad Kid?”

“Hah,” he breathed out, aiming for casually nonchalant and landing somewhere around extremely forced. “Wh- what do you even mean?”

“One of them’s obviously caught your attention.” She said, ignoring the way Max sputtered in protest. Grabbing his arm none too gently but looking at him a little softer, Topaz marched him towards the doors of the academy, which were just past the table. “C’mon, we’re meeting Rouge inside. She brought those dwarvish candies that you like. You can gossip about your crush with her.”

“I never said anything about a crush.” Max muttered, but allowed himself to be led across the grass and stone, heart speeding up with every step taken towards the table where Fabian sat.

“Arruzhir and Singer are asking what the plan is for tonight, can we go to yours after school? Or have you decided to try out for Thunderclash again this year after all?”

Max had played Thunderclash for the last two years at Aguefort, starting out with the desire to distance himself from his non-athletic mechanically inclined older brother, and had stuck with it just because he ended up being good at kicking a ball into a goal, not because of any particular interest besides. Over the dark summer he had toyed with the idea of trying it out again but found the idea of having more time to spend with his party much more enticing.

Topaz, his best friend, had encouraged him to at least find an extracurricular to replace it, but Max hadn’t landed on anything that drew his attention one way or another.

Fabian locked eyes with Max as he passed, giving a little wave and a grin. The tire mark looked even worse up close, the burns even harsher, the messy silver ponytail even cuter, the glinting gold of his eyepatch even more magnetizing.

Not gold, Max thought, stomach flip-flopping again. Bronze. It’s darker than gold, but not duller. Suits him better.

“Actually,” he said. “I think I might go for Bloodrush this year.”

[oonanoodle]

hello ranma one halfers if tumblr mind if I just. Uh.

[whizzermania]

fair warning: i’m gonna be mentioning a major spoiler for honkai star rail 2.1 so if u haven’t finished it, cover your eyes and scroll away

now thats out of the way: hi: are we going to ignore that gallagher is controlling this thing? where’s the fanart huh??? where’s my sexy eldritch horrorifed gallagher with ominous glowing eyes huh???? fine..i’ll do it myself…

[wadecrimson]

Where’s John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt II at?

[thatsmistertoyou]

look I respect the people that associate Dan and Phil with their childhoods, I love that for you, but I simply can’t relate. I was 18 when I saw one of their videos for the first time, while procrastinating my statistics work at my university library. My childhood was done.

I really associate their peak in popularity with my own coming into adulthood. I think all of us, in some way, found comfort in watching two people seemingly trying to figure themselves out and find their niche in the world, and you can do that at any age.

also my coming out went really well, thanks for asking

anyway, shoutout to y’all who are super excited for the return of the gaming channel, but will need to schedule it around your 9-5s or doing your taxes or whatever the hell else being around 30 entails.

[thegreatbuttoneer]

Pulling a Sun Wukong with the double immortality

[hoss-bonaventure]

there’s a devastating lack of waltjesse edits to teachers pet. you think there’d be more considering it’s like THEIR song.

[youretoomuchweretiger]

i saw this theory on tik tok about why agatha is going to be the next big villain in bsd after fyodor and i just had the thought of agatha’s villain reveal but it’s to agatha all along from wandavison like it’s so perfect

[asmileworthahundredlies]

Paris, France to Michigan

London town and through Berlin

I can't believe this place I'm in

Everywhere and back again

Porcelain and China dolls

Give me one and I've seen them all

Got my back against the wall

Wonder where I'll be tomorrow?

[berryberryrad]

ur honor, where are my senji kiyomasa stans at😀🫶

[music-orthemisery]

about that thing with roses on patrick's red guitar (i saw the pics and 100% sure they were roses, all the way since last summer and nobody noticed, and then we did and now they aren't lol)

anyway, his beauutiful tawny guitar with red knobs - those are the new roses now!

oh they are standard round shape, but they don't have to be, cause the color contrast alone is doing all the work, they totally look like roses, dark red on the yellow body.

right? right??

Anon…we are holding hands. We are cuddling. We are making out sloppy style.

I will admit that I was sadly wrong thinking the previous knobs were roses. It was merely…how they looked in the light (Eh? Eh??? Anyway…).

You are soooo right, though! They don’t actually HAVE to be roses to be intentionally coordinated. Like, why red?? There are so many other colors to choose??

Simply the color and vibe is enough. We know in our hearts what it truly means ��

[odcd-podcasts-official]

welcome to either! aka the only place where you can actively simp for a pair of red hands which stretch infinitely up into the sky and are voiced by the same tts bot they used in the mandela catalogue