#I'm sorry for the delay

[ssk374]

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Heyyy buddddyyyyy!!! Thank You for the ask <3

🍃: What is a plant you find beautiful?  My mum is into gardening so I'm really lucky to have come across so many cute and wonderful plants...we live in an apartment rn...but we do have a garden in my native place. We also previously lived in a home with a garden...and my favorite ones were mostly the plants with different colored leaves (other than green) 'cause they are super attractive and trees (because mischievous me liked to climb on them and do more mischief)

I LOVE Caladium. This is a pic from the garden we had...this also inspired me to make that Neal and Peter artwork... but the one in the artwork is Syngonium...and real ones aren't that red like in the artwork...but Caladiums are really vibrant like in this pic irl too...

These are from my current home, I urged and begged my mum to buy this pink spotted one...lol...this is called the Polka Dot Plant (yeah that's the name)

[liya4kar]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Shinonome Akito & Shinonome Ena, Kagamine Len & Kagamine Rin & Shinonome Akito & Shinonome Ena Characters: Shinonome Akito, Shinonome Ena, Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin, Aoyagi Touya, Shiraishi An, Hatsune Miku, Mentioned Asahina Mafuyu - Character, Mentionned Azusawa Kohane Additional Tags: Time Loop, of sort, Mystery, Shinonome Akito-centric, Explaining the plot holes created by seasonal events in game, And making it Ena and Akito's issue for 12K words, Not Beta Read we die like Nagi, Possibly light angst?, But also fluff and some emotionnal moments, A bit of swearing because it's the Shinonomes, Spoilers for pretty much all events until Let Your Song Resound Throughout the SEKAI!, And major spoilers for VBS and N25 events, She/Her Pronouns for Akiyama Mizuki, Because Akito and Ena doesn't know about their secret and assume she/her, And the fic is mainly in those two point of view Summary:

When Ena came at him, at 5 am, telling him that they were stuck in a time loop, Akito didn't want to believe her.

But the proofs were all here, right in front of his eyes. He could not deny it anymore.

So how were they getting out of it?

Hi @wiley-riley ! I’m your secret Santa for the @winter-sekai-gift-exchange ! I’m really sorry for the delay, but I hope you enjoy this fic, from one Shinonome siblings fan to another!

[sapphireshineonao3]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Furina & Neuvillette (Genshin Impact), Arlecchino/Furina (Genshin Impact), Furina/Sandrone (Genshin Impact), Arlecchino/Furina/Sandrone (Genshin Impact) Characters: Furina (Genshin Impact), Neuvillette (Genshin Impact), Arlecchino (Genshin Impact), Sandrone (Genshin Impact), Clorinde (Genshin Impact), Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Angst, Furina-centric (Genshin Impact), Furina Needs a Hug (Genshin Impact), Insecure Furina (Genshin Impact), Furina has a cryo vision, Fatui!Furina, Manipulation, Pet Names, Toxic Relationships, Toxic dynamic, Unhealthy Relationships Summary:

After the events of the prophecy, Furina vanishes from Fontaine. No matter who looked, or how long they looked, the former, fake, hydro archon couldn't be found anywhere.

Neuvillette finally discovers her fate a few months afterwards during a diplomatic meeting with the Harbinger Sandrone.

[donttouchmeillkillyou]

DAMN SHRIG, GO AT IT ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[hopepaigeturner]

An Offer From An Avid Reader: Swing Scene

I thought it was about time I returned to this series after a mess of my studies. Currently writing Eloise's storyline or Sophie's so for now, another little scene. A little adaptation that would take place in episode 5 before Grandma Alexandra's death. I present:

✨The Swing Scene ✨

(a rewrite of the 'garden scene' from AOFAG)

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The opening shot focuses on Sophie reading a French book on a swing.

“Your book is upside down.” Benedict whispers, leaning over her shoulder.

Sophie jerks up and double checks, upon seeing it is a tease she glares at him half-heartedly.

“Do you live here?”

“No,” he sits down on the swing next to hers. “Although my mother constantly informs me that I should continue to make myself at home no matter how old I become, or whether she is conveniently out at a picnic with the rest of my family.”

“Hence why I thought I would get a blessed few hours of reading, but alas with you sitting there that will be impossible.”

“My presence is that compelling?”

“I would say disturbing would be a more apt descriptor,” Sophie quips back, giving him another glare that lacks all malice.

“What I find disturbing is that my mother is gone from the house on the precise afternoon that the servants have off, yet here you are reading. So, for the third week, you have neglected your freedom and insisted on staying here.”

Sophie turns back to her book, her eyes mechanically moving without comprehension.

“I think you mean to be flattering with such statements, but I feel more unnerved by the closeness of your inspection.”

“Why do you not go out Sophie? Why do you not join the other maids, or go shopping, or even visit Genevieve?”

“I like reading—and I do go out,” she points out, thinking of her afternoons running after a very spirited Bridgerton.

“Hmm, yes, Eloise’s little escapades,” Benedict says with a little grimace.

“I thought you support her endeavours to open her mind and prospects?”

“Not when it comes at the cost of her safety and, more importantly, yours.”

Sophei waves him off and returns to her book.

“I can handle myself perfectly fine, I have a lifetime of experience.”

“I know.” His soft tone distracts her and she turns to find a soft type of anguish on his face. “I see it. I see that shadow, that sorrow in your eye, so rarely gone.” Sophie tries to turn away, but Benedict gently turns her face back to his. “I cannot bear it when you look sad.” His fingers ghost her cheek, playing with a stray hair, “I wish you would share your secrets with me.”

“I have no—”

“Your secrets are eating you alive.” He looks into her eyes with a gaze that cuts Sophie to the core. “I would do anything to bear that burden for you.” He lifts her hand and kisses it. Sophie shifts away.

“Benedict we cannot—”

“We could—"

“No.”

Benedict sighs, a little pained but trying to cover it up. He shoots her a rueful smile.

“Have you always been this stubborn?”

“Only when I need to be…and perhaps for certain individuals.”

Their easy manner of before slips back in like the tide lapping up the shore.

“I shall take that as a compliment.”

“That was not a compliment.”

“Ah, but I chose to take it as one.”

“Ofcourse you would,” Sophie chuckles and so puts her hand over her mouth to smother it—as she has done all season. But just before she does, Benedict captures her hand and so, the sound breaks free.

“Excellent,” He says staring at her with a brilliant smile.

“What?”

“I am going to leave, and I implore for you to do only one thing.”

“Oh? Only one?”

He ignores her flippancy, but instead pulls her with him as he stands , until she is close enough to see the exact hues of his eyes.

“You shall stay here and stay smiling. It breaks my heart to see any other expression on your face.”

“You will not be able to see me.” Less of a quip due to the slight quiver in her voice.

“I will know.”

Their breaths catch. The world shrinks. The pair lean close, noses brushing—

“Sophie!” they jerk apart at the sound of Eloise’s call. Sophies eyes are wide and she whirls to try and find an escape.

“We should—”

Benedict leans in, pecks her cheek then steals away. A couple moments later, Eloise appears and slumps in the swing recounting a vexing encounter at the picnic. Sophie joins her, ina  slight daze, hand on her cheek—still smiling.

*~*~*~*

As you can see, I’ve juggled around some bits of dialogue to still hold the romanticism of the scene but without Benedict hounding Sophie, and focusing it on the pair realising just how much they get each other on a deeper level.

A little snippet of more to come :)

I’d love to hear your ideas/corrections/opinions and always open to chat or requests.

Or check out the list here, for more of my ideas.

Or check out the general arcs of my prospective S4 here.

[gameacomic]

The next page is delayed due to the fact that I spent last week with covid and that kind of got in the way of working on it. I am thankfully feeling better now and I will upload the next page whenever I get it finished.

[outeremissary]

Please save what's left of my family

Hello dear

I am from the Baalousha family from Gaza.. 🇵🇸🍉

I hope you are well .

I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them. My father and mother suffer from diabetes and high blood pressure. Help me secure them

Please, can you reblog my campaign post on my account? Every contribution can make a difference in my family's life and any donation, even a small one, makes a difference.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide. 🇵🇸🇵🇸

The campaign was documented by @90-ghost 🍉🍉.

Fundraiser is low at $1,654/$50,000.

As stated, it was verified here.

[wombywoo]

shower time teaser for this week's p@treon post 💀🧼

[izloveshorses]

greta gerwig really said. when this girl gets a little sad and confused by the weird and complicated and uncomfortable parts of being human and growing up, she meets god and sits at her kitchen table, drinks her tea, holds her hands. and she asks god if she’s allowed to be happy. and god tells her she doesn’t need her permission. she tells her she’s going to be okay.

[kamiraaah]

Malleus going home to visit his grandma only to find Vovo Bucchi has a matching throne right next to Grandma Mal

They need more chairs to have afternoon tea, unfortunately Lady Maleficia has to improvise due to how little time they have available, they both have responsibilities, you know how it is~

Malleus: Wow... Grandma really is incredible.

Lilia internally: HUH??? What the fuck?! A THRONE?!?!?!

[zhukzucraft]

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You absorb the information like a sponge, grateful for Scott and Cleo's tendency to gossip.

It seems like they don't know where your friends are and haven't found the Bastion yet. But on the other hand they are stocked on food and appear to have allies (soulmates?) helping them in the Overworld. This could give them a leg up in the race for the Enchanter. You need to gauge your team's chances. Could Gaslight and Gatekeep have diamond gear already?..

You debate changing positions to get a glimpse of their equipment from a better hiding place, when-

Oh shoot! A cosmic coin is flipped and the results are not in your favour.

Cleo: ...

Cleo: Wow, speaking of having faith in people - hiiii Pearl!

Cleo: What are you doing crouched behind that tree?

Scott: Ah. Now this is a smidge awkward.

Scott: Can we help you, Pearl?

You have confirmed one thing at least: they do indeed have diamonds.

Now what?

[THIS IS A QUICK TIME EVENT! Pearl is fumbling for what to do, so it's your job to help. Comment or send in asks with your suggestions, and one will be chosen on the 25th at random]

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Start Over -- Go Back

[nocek]

it's been a while and actually it's more immersive now that it's not linked to previous comic. You can identify with Logan easily ;P

(ok link is here, I'm not that evil and there was a poll after all)

and actually there another actually more frilly version below that I've started with before I realized that Wade may be dumbass but he is a horny dumbass 😅

and a bonus to this bonus!

the overabundance of frills looks better on petvengers :D

[messenger-of-babel]

Bruce Wayne Who...

Summary: Thoughts about your relationship with Bruce Wayne.

Word Count: 1.6K

Notes: So Sorry for the longgg absence. I won't explain it too much but I've had serious health complications that require me to go to the doctor weekly and I've been struggling with that a lot. Half of the Christmas event unpublished stories are done- but I don't want to upload them half baked. I will be uploading them around my original schedule of normal fics, so I'm so sorry this all happened while I was doing that Christmas Countdown. So if you see unseasonal content- that is why. I will ask to refer to the notes section of some of the fics before this. I will be trying to deliver more- please be patient and thank you for reading! (I'm working on my requests next so you'll seen them soon <333)

Love RiRi <3

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Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who…

had sworn off dating. Being a vigilante was enough work on his plate, and he had already involved too many innocent people. He had already made too many people join him in on his night life, like he was a black hole that sucked in anything around it and slowly suffocated its prey. The playboy image also helped him keep his cover up. After all, who could dare point a finger at Bruce Wayne and claim him to be the Bat, when he was spending the night at the Iceberg Lounge? How could he be the one tracking down criminals from Arkham when he had a supermodel on his arm at the mayor’s winter gala?

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who…

Has to throw that all out of the window the moment that he catches sight of you. When he meets your eyes for only a moment across the sea of people at the Gotham Museums grand reopening, to which he had donated personal items of his family's. His heart lurches in his chest and adrenaline courses through his veins like he's in a fight. You look away after a moment, but he stays fixed on your form as you disappear to talk to some of the curators. Bruce takes a deep sip of his champagne; mind muddled suddenly and distracted the rest of the evening as Alfred drives him home.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Still doesn't think that it's love that has him. He's a stoic man deep down, with the facade of a charming smile and a friendly arm around the shoulders. He doesn't consider it love when he goes out as Bruce Wayne more often, taking impromptu visits to the museum once he discovered that you were an employee there. He doesn't even call it infatuation when Alfred points it out to him. It was merely him making sure that the billionaire image remained intact, and that he was in the public eye.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who…

Eventually caves and admits his feelings to himself, head in his hands one night. His skin is a storyboard of scars that criss cross lines across his chest and arms. He had tried to brush it off originally as just his playboy persona finding a good alibi for future reference, but late-night thoughts on rooftops had cleared his head. This was the true him that liked you, the scarred black hole that was undoubtedly going to try to drag you in and suck you of what light you had. He spends the night with an anguished heart, trying so hard to contain the ache that had begun to settle there every time he thought about not approaching you.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Practically fawns when he catches you at work, stumbling over his words as he catches you at the end of your shift. He regains his composure and manages to ask you out quietly, giving you an out if you said no. He felt like some teenager, red faced and anxious. He had fought the Joker countless times, stared down Bane and left with his ribs beaten blue. Yet this somehow made his hands shake, hiding in his pockets. The anxiety all but evaporates when you give him a chance, letting him know your address and to pick you up at six that evening. His head felt light, like he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. His breath heaves out in a sigh, and he nods, agreeing and promising to send a car around at six. He left the museum that day grinning ear to ear, and this time it wasn't his persona doing the smiling for him.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who…

Spoils you as much as he can when you give him the green light. After you've tested the waters and have been dating for a few months, he's enamoured. He bought your apartment for you outright and changed the deed to be in your name, so you never had to worry about rent. Bruce doesn’t want anything in return, he just wants you to be safe and happy. Not that he's really been a man of words, the written mess of symbols and letters clog up his throat when he tries to speak. No, he'd rather explain his affection for you in deep stares and gentle hands on your shoulder of back. He loves that you aren’t deceived by the callouses or the rough texture of his palm. He loves that despite the nicks and scars and occasional bruises on his knuckles that you don’t shy away from the coarseness that emanates from him, your body leans in and relaxes instead. He loves that you make him feel softer than he is.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Can't bring himself to tell you that he's Batman but wishes to do so desperately when he sees you lying next to him in bed. You're still fast asleep wrapped in the sheets, arm tucked under the pillow as he gazes down at you. He wonders what you'd do if he shook you awake gently, if your nose would scrunch up as you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. If you would be more irritated or concerned at being roused from sleep. He wants to show you all of him. After all, you're the person that's come closest to seeing the real Bruce he thought he lost years ago. Yet when he thinks too hard on it, he feels sick, like he's leading you on. He can't tell you who he is on nights you aren't tucked in next to him, when he's out on the street. He can't tell you that everyone in this family is in on one big secret, and that there are shared glances and knowing looks traded behind your back. He feels like a liar.

He is one.

He wants to not lie anymore, to involve you into his fold. He had come close once, before Dick pulled him aside and told him it was probably for the best that he didn't. But Dick wasn't here now, was he? He could just reach out and-

His hand hovers as he reaches for you. No, Dick was right. This was for the best.

So, he lies down next to you again and drapes an arm over your middle, convincing himself to sleep it off.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Considers keeping you in his life forever once the tabloids start running marriage speculations about you both. You've been dating for a while and recently have been out of the public eye. Of course, you were just sick, but a few weeks off were enough to substantiate rumours of eloping and a honeymoon. He can’t deny that he thought of it when he made public appearances, or when he was out in the shopping district and his eyes lingered on the engagement rings just a tad too long. Yet he is the same Bruce who shoves that feeling down deep inside him so it can't surface again or bother him at the board meeting he has in thirty minutes.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Leaves said meeting early to find you at work, taking your lunch break. Who pulls you outside and tells you he has something incredibly important to tell you with a slightly wild look in his eye. You can't help but be taken aback, wondering what's gotten the ineffable billionaire agitated. You think of a million scenarios. He needs to go into witness protection? He got involved with gangs? threats on his life again? he's being blackmailed? Blood money? He leaves as soon as he came, driving himself back once telling you to meet him at the manor that night after work. Immediately after work. He drives back to the manor with his pulse thrumming against the skin of his neck and fingers tapping anxiously on the steering wheel. he was going to tell you. He was going to risk everything on a gamble, and he couldn’t help but feel the pit beneath his feet trying to swallow him whole at the implications of it.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Jumps up from the sitting room the moment you step in the door, hands jittery despite the glass of scotch he had been sipping. Whose nerves get the better of him in that one moment despite spending years training away that fear. He was fear now, he was the Batman. But in this moment, he felt more man that he had felt in a long, long time.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Feels like he could collapse as you listen to his admission. He's placed all the cards in your hands, enough to extort him forever, expose him and his identity. Make the world crumble around his ears in such a dramatic fashion that the Justice Leage wouldn't even be able to save him from it. He wasn't just gambling with his identity, he played with the lives and identities of everyone he was connected to, every Robin he had raised and trained. So, when you hold those cards he gave you and fold them to your chest, swearing to never tell a soul, the breath leaving his lungs makes him feel boneless.

Thinking about a Bruce Wayne who...

Thinks for the first time, that there was a way to unite the Bat with Bruce Wayne. That when he goes to hug you, he knows that he risked it all on that gamble, but it paid off in ways that he couldn’t have imagined.

and that was enough for him.

[theblehthatbloos]

I apologize that I have not shown the girls glammed out, it was a lack of forethought and follow through on my part. I'll post the ladies new look and the remaining entourage in the future.

Girls night

[1000sunnygo]

One Piece Academy Chapter 53: The Rainbow Silver Treasure Pt. 2

INDEX | PART 1 | Referenced chapter (Kidd's 100 good deeds)

The story of snow mountain is completed! I'll go back and letter chapter 51, and make a few corrections.

[hopepaigeturner]

!LIGHT IN THESE SHADOWS UPATE!

Chapter 37: Bluffing and Bouquets

Benedict returns to the fold...but what is waiting for him?

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