#Running out of steam here

[spookypanda04]

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BOTW AND TOTK ARE NOT PART OF THE ENTIRE ZELDA TIMELINE?????????????!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!

THE IMPLICATIONS

NINTENDO

WHY

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHJHKKHSSHOGFGHALRGYIUO;AREWHGFKJAER

So starting with skyward sword. if that never happend for botw, then how the hell do we have the reincarnation cycle?!

where does the ceramony scene in botw and aoc come from?!

"Hero of Hyrule... Chosen by The Sword That Seals the Darkness. You have shown unflinching bravery and skill in the face of darkness and adversity. And have proven yourself worthy of the Blessings of The Goddess Hylia. Whether Skyward bound, adrift in time, or steeped in the glowing embers of twilight, The sacred blade is forever bound to the soul of the hero. We pray for your protection, and we hope that.. we hope that the two of you will grow stronger together as one. Forged in the long distant past, The Sword That Seals the Darkness. Guardian of Hyrule, ancient steel, forever bound to the hero. In the name of The Goddess Hylia, I bless you and your Chosen Hero. Over the seas of time and distance, when we need the golden power of the Goddess, our hope rests in you, to be forever by the Hero's side. Again, we pray, that the two of you will be stronger, together, as one."

WE ARE DEALING WITH 4-5 SEPERATE TIMELINES HERE

Cause there skyward sword, four swords, and ocarina of time

Which then branches into the adult, child, and fallen timelines respectively

Which gives us the Heros of Legend and Hyrule from the fallen timeline, the Heros of Time and Twilight from the child timeline and the Hero of the Wind from the adult timeline.

Depending whether you view it as a canon game or not (i do, and for the purposes of this, i will be using it) the Hero of Warriors (hyrule warriors) reunited the timelines when Cia decided to break reality

It has been assumed by most, that the Hero of the Wild/Tears came after these events, with Age of Calamity being seperate, but it now has me wondering if AoC is part of the original timeline, with the goddeses stepping in with the events of botw and completely divorcing them from the original to make sure that the calamity would be contained no matter what. And completely rewriting that hyrule's history to do so, making sure there was some continuity in the new timeline by providing totk as a origin story.

Or was Botw always seperate, meaning there was a whole different set of the heros of the past than who was in the games, leaving AoC as a fifth timeline, branching with the calamity's defeat.

[luck-and-larceny]

FFXIV Write: Reticent

She flipped a card over. King of Hearts.

“Ah. So there's a man who has been occupying your thoughts lately.”

It was important to deliver her readings more in statements than questions. Confidence was the key to convince people to pay you. That was rule number one in these kinds of games.

The woman on the other side of the cards didn't react. She didn't agree. She didn't disagree. She simply stared at the revealed card.

Ok.

Malika gave the woman space to think about it before adding, “It's important that I mention here that this does not necessarily mean you've been thinking about him romantically. The hearts represent depth of feeling and affection, but not necessarily a desire to be romantic. It could be a father figure, a mentor, or even a co-worker you've been worrying about.”

Again, no rising intonation. 

And, again, no response.

Malika tilted her head slightly to get a better look at the midlander woman’s face as she peered down, unblinkingly and wordlessly at the card. Nothing. Blank.

“Let's turn over the next card then,” she said and bit back the urge to nervously clear her throat. No nervousness here! Only sport!

She turned the card over to the 9 of hearts.

“Ah,” she said, “More hearts. Now why do you think that'd be, hmm?”

The first rule of the game was: Don't ask questions, make statements.

The second rule was: Fuck it, break the rules when you need to. In this case, she hoped asking for a response would make her sound like a patient teacher allowing her student to draw her own conclusion.

“Dunno,” the midlander answered and shrugged. And that was it. Nothing. 

Malika was quickly losing her patience. The way this woman stared at the cards you'd think she was watching paint dry on a wall!

“This card represents satisfaction, contentment and joy,” Malika said… emotions she, herself, was quickly forgetting how to feel. “Paired with our handsome King there it looks like things are going pretty good for you!”

Why even come get scammed by a shady asshole peddling fortunes with a regular ass card deck– not even a cheap divination deck!-- if your life is going so well? Tell me why you're here! You owe it to me! 

“Oh.” The midlander answered. Flatly. No emotion.

Was she alive? Had someone created an automaton to come get their fortune read? Was this a trick? Evander was pretty good at designing machines… She looked around for evidence of him. Nothing. There was a lot of that here today.

“Oh.” Malika repeated it and then turned another card over. Ace of Diamonds. “More good fortune. Literally. You'll receive a letter soon saying you're to receive money you did not expect. Tied to the hearts here, it suggests the letter will either include good news about the man or maybe be sent by him. Is there a man you're hoping to receive good news from?”

More nothing. Absolutely nothing. Time to pack up and call this a bust. She hadn't expected to get anything too significant for reading playing cards, but she'd at least hoped for fun. Or gossip she could use at a later date on another scam. Anything at all! Reading someone else's good luck in the cards and not even getting a conversation from it left a terrible taste in her mouth that only getting sloppy drunk could fix. 

She started to pack up. Silently. It's what the “customer” deserved.

The customer reached out a hand and gently held Malika’s wrist. 

Weird.

“Please turn the next one over!”

Malika raised her eyebrows. Finally, something interesting. Finally feeling like she was back in control, she exerted her power by not packing up but also not turning the next card over. And not speaking either. She could feel the switch of fortune in the air, could sense the tables turn. Exhilarating.

The woman across from her blushed and released her wrist. Then, blessedly, began to speak. “I didn't want to give too much away,” she explained, “because I'd been warned these sorts of set ups could sometimes be scams.”

“Hurtful,” Malika responded. “You wound me.”

“I'm sorry! I just… I thought to protect myself I shouldn't give anything away. I should see what you say and then, you know, see if it was right. Then I couldn't be scammed, you know?”

Malika nodded. “I know. These streets can be dangerous. People can be so unscrupulous. It's a good practice to watch out for that. You did the right thing.” She smiled warmly and tried to keep a predatory grin from overwriting the warmth. “But card reading requires two people working together to create the– we'll call it a narrative. I don't have oracular visions.”

Well, not usually anyway.

“I just have the ability to read vague messages in the cards. You've got to lend your personal experience to them to make the message more specific. It's like we're dancing together when we do this. If you don't move with me, it's clumsy and unsatisfying.”

“Ohhhhh, that makes sense.”

Did it? Good! Malika rather liked the dancing analogy…even if her first thought for comparison was less polite.

“The King of Hearts is my uncle, I think. I adore him! He’s a professional “treasure hunter” and he's opening a new museum in La Noscea that is going to be full of all kinds of ancient items and artifacts and other stuff like that. He sends me letters all the time telling me all the things he's found that he'll put in the museum and other stuff he's just planning to sell and he says he's been making so much money off it all. I asked if I could become a partner, so maybe that's what the letter will be about! Next time we do a reading maybe you'll pull a card for me that shows me as Queen of Diamonds!”

Malika had to keep her head down staring at the cards. She couldn't lift it or her wolfish grin and the bad intentions in her eyes would be far too visible to Red Riding Hood. 

“Maybe!” she agreed.

She turned the final card over. 2 of Spades. Its meaning: Bad luck. A need to be extra cautious. A cheat or bad actor in your life.

Malika lifted her head and her smile was nothing but sweetness. “2 of Spades! It means you've been needlessly cautious. You've been hiding so much away when you need to learn to be more open and honest. You've shut the door on your thoughts and feelings when you really need to throw that door wide open and impulsively do anything your heart desires when you desire it. Transparency is the key to your success!”

“Ohhh, that makes sense!”

“Doesn't it though! Now tell me everything about your uncle and yourself.”

[bloobydabloob]

My little awfully made guys. I think they’re endearingly bad looking

[slightly-warmer-hibiscus-tea]

I’ll be honest… I don’t feel like staying up till 5am rendering this.. so half render is what we’re getting this morning…

CW: "V stands for Vere and Violence!" (Third (•)bullet point)

Pony Vere…. Feels illegal…. But anyway-

A unicorn under the ever watchful eyes of the Senobium. You can regularly find young mages nervously patrolling the streets with his chain not to far behind.

His magic specialty is more of a summoning than anything. Known to have little fox-like spirits following him during his hunts. They seem harmless enough during the day, but enough rumors have spread about gruesome displays of unhinged jaws reviling rows of sharpened canines gouging the throats of unsuspecting soulless. Pink flashes carve imprints of light into the memory of the alleyways as painful bellows ooze out onto the cobblestone dripping deep crimson into the sewers. These stories alone are enough to scare people away from the fox handler... And in return his handlers.

Though even if you're the unfortunate mage sacked with babysitting this sly man, at least he makes interesting company. After a day full of torment playful teasing, he'll gladly drag you to watch him drink the night away and live high on the town! (till curfew that is...) If you're patient enough to sit through his wine tasting, you might get lucky enough to hear him ramble about the old days when he could fly. How he missed his wings and damn heaven for crossing him and damning him to this hell hole!

By the time he's raving about the indignance of it all and then cursing you for your peon role in his impressment... is normally the sign to start the long walk back to the academy.

He seems a little sad, but who could blame him. It has to suck being under lock and key 24/7. Not to mention who knows how long he's been there... The Senobium never agrees to further comments whenever new mages ask how long Vere's been chained up, but they know better than the fall for his "500 years" bit... Does he think they're silly?

[basilf1res]

Danny: *kills the Joker on ‘accident’*

Also Danny: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE WAS HUMAN????

[dykevanny]

FNAFTOBER day 21: GLITCH

Trap:)

[mo-ok]

🦁 Lion 🦁

maybe one day i'll get around to shading them lmao

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Sometimes I try to write down thoughts about this campaign but I admittedly have not been paying enough attention to feel confident in my character analysis so I write an incoherent text post and then delete it because I don't know if I'm actually making the correct judgments.

[eddie4bat-president]

I can so perfectly picture Eddie as this doordasher wearing that shirt

He is. So So Tired, just to start off the day. Did not sleep at all the night before because first he was in the zone perfecting his latest campaign but then he went a little overboard with the villain's backstory; then he realized that if his party didn't question specific people and roll high enough persuasion to get this information, he wouldn't get to tell this story. So then he went on to craft an npc bard who would be singing about the villain and- wait he's a songwriter. Oh how sick would it be if he had his players in a tavern or something after they defeated the Big Bad and then Eddie, at the table, could take out his guitar and play that song to tell the villain's tragic backstory? Amazing, showstopping, incredible. Except he was almost done writing a song he could play on his acoustic that would sound kind of medieval-ly when he realized- wait this is good, actually. What the fuck. He should make a real song out of this for Corroded Coffin. And when he finally tries to go to sleep he keeps laying wide awake with ideas for a whole concept album from the viewpoint of the Bard and-

Point is he's borderline delirious when he gets dressed to dash to some doors - enough that when he looks at the “if she sits on your face, she legally owns you…. Squatters rights and all that” on the shirt Jeff got him for his birthday he giggles for a minute straight while getting dressed and then on and off again until he's in his van.

He loses some time in the routine of getting people their shit and driving until he rings a bell and a distracted pin-up angel from jock-heaven opens the door in some ratty green basketball shorts and nothing else unless you count the t-shirt he's decidedly not wearing but using to wipe... flour? And something else? From his face.

"Hi, sorry, give me a second - I don't care that you're old enough to drive, Henderson! You don't touch another thing in that kitchen until I'm back or I swear to God- give me a second, I want to give you the tip in cash, that's better for you, right?" "...Huh? Yeah, it's- yeah" Sue him, Eddie's distracted. There's hairy chest right in front of his sleep-deprived face and he's considering his conversion to becoming a tits man - except in that moment the (literally) dirty angel turns away and oh Jesus Christ. Yeah, no, still an ass man. Oh wow.

He loses some time again and when he's all there once more he's holding a marker and has just - in view of his future owner, fingers crossed - blacked out the "S" on his shirt so it says "if ■he sits on your face, ■he legally owns you" instead. He's still trying to figure out how this happened and if the surprised look on his doordashee's face is leaning good or bad when fucking Dustin Henderson walks around the corner.

[augusts-sketchbook]

aaaa I've been so inconsistent posting lately but I'm still on the bg3 train so have a bunch of pieces in varying states of finished! Plus a couple oc's from a bg3 au I'm working on for flavour.

[mylarena]

thought of the concept of post-retirement soap having a nightmare abt hassan dragging him to the window but ghost wasnt there to stop him.

so he jerks awake in bed, alone, and lurches off the side onto the floor. the thud of his own body hitting the floor doesnt help him any, so he scrambles towards the bedroom door- barely managing to avoid being hit by it as it flings open and collides with the wall. simon.

“Si-”

“Johnny, what-”

he’s cut off by soap practically tackling him and gripping his t-shirt like its his only lifeline. without sparing a thought, ghost wraps an arm around him and cups the back of his head with his other hand. soap heaves shuddering breaths with his forehead pushed to ghost’s chest.

“...Johnny? Are you alright?”

“I’m- fuck. I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t sound that way, Johnny.”

the way soap doesnt respond with his own quip is telling.

ghost slips his fingers up to run through soap’s hair- he had been growing it out in the years since their retirement- giving the man time to catch his breath and collect himself. only once soap releases all the tension in his body and completely slumps against him does he move, carefully lifting him and carrying him out of their bedroom, instead opting to settle on the living room sofa.

[kastillia]

You won't get away...

[adozentothedawn]

What if both Daud and Corvo were just a bit more tired of everything in chapter 7

"A drink?"

"Last time I accepted a drink I puked blood and some asshole stole my gear."

"Fair enough." Pulls out a cigarette. "It's not mine anyway. Pilfered it from Thomas." Takes a draft. "And that's the big irony isn't it. You, the martyr, the innocent man seeking to right wrongs and spare those in your path, betrayed over and over by those you thought your allies. And me, the monster who did this all to you, to everyone, with the loyalty of so many people that I don't deserve."

"Are you done waxing?"

"...Yeah." pulls out the key "I'm assuming this is what you're here for." silence. "Now what?"

"Now I'm taking this key and you are going to come along to fix at least a fragment of what you fucked up."

"I am?"

"Yes."

"You sound very certain."

"I've been listening to your Whalers practice your eulogy and very unsubtly try to convince me of your virtues for a week. I also stole your damn diary. I am very certain and very livid, so I suggest we finish this conversation and get going before I change my mind and drive your own sword through your throat."

[havendance]

Bat affiliated characters ranked by how interesting I think a genderswap AU of them would be

Tim Drake - I admit that I am biased as a Tim fan, but also if Tim where a girl then I think she would pretend to be a boy as Robin and her identity issues would be like ten times worse and it compells me

Dick Grayson - I maintain that in response to all those 'eldest daughter dick grayson' ideas, there should be an au where Bruce actually has an eldest daughter. (something I partially explored in my Helena-Dick roleswap) But also, what if the first robin were a girl!

Jean-Paul Valley - If Jean-Paul Valley were a girl I gaurentee you I would find her way more interesting (and probably actually read her comics instead of letting them languish on the to read list)

Bruce Wayne - The question of 'what if Batman were a woman?' is also something I have explored in various Helena AUs, but there's still lots of interesting ground to explore there.

Stephanie Brown - So much of Steph's character is connected to her being a teenage girl and created as this foil/love interest to Tim so I think on his own, Stevie Brown is one of those things where I think a lot does get lost, but I think that in an AU where we're also swapping Tim to be a girl there's a lot of juicy potential because of the foil thing.

Julia Pennyworth - Okay, I originally had below Alfred and then I started thinking about it. Alfred abandoning one son in favor of the other. Jules and Bruce as these sort of brothers. Buried tension... It compels me.

James Gordon - You know what? Yes. Jenny Gordon as the woman commissioner who has had to fight for every inch in Gotham and the fact that she's working with Batman just means that everyone's questioning her competence even more and there's endless rumors that they're having an affair.

Damian Wayne - The more I turn this idea over in my head the more it grows on me. The potential's there. I would need to chew on it some more. I might rank this higher if it weren't for the fact that the couple genderswapped Damian AUs I've read just weren't doing it for me.

Alfred Pennyworth - I usually do not care much about Alfred, but think of the mommy issues that Bruce would have if he were raised by his emotionally-absent brittish housekeeper.

Duke Thomas - I'd give one a shot, but I just haven't read enough of Duke yet to really get an idea on how compelling I would find this.

Cullen Row - The Row siblings have their moments, but I'm just not super invested in them. That being said, Cullen being a girl probably would make me more interested in her.

Harper Row - See above.

Barbara Gordon - The fact that Oracle is a woman is part of what makes her so awesome, but I think there could be potential for, uh, Barry Gordon (not all of these random names I come up with will be hits I am afraid) as Jim's son in terms of the Gordon family soap opera drama.

Cassandra Cain - This just makes her more boring I am afraid. He does get ranked about all the Rucka women though because of the kick-ass factor. I'd give reading about boy!cass a shot which is more than you can say about a lot of the people we're about to get into.

Jason Todd - Sorry to the Jason fans out there because I can see the potential there, but also even making her a girl is not enough to make me care about Jason more than I usually do.

Selina Kyle - There might be something there but I fear I have to admit that I don't care enough about Selina to put her higher on this list. I simply do not spend time thinking about her though I am curious enough to want to read her comics eventually.

Helena Bertinelli - The bottom of this list is all Rucka women because genderswapping them makes me actively not interested despite the fact that I usually like them. Helena being a guy would just be so boring.

Kate Kane - I guess Kate could be a gay man but then we loose the messy lesbian drama :/

Renee Montoya - ditto

Sasha Bordeaux - (This is my list and I get to include her if I want) The whole point of Sasha Bordeaux is that she is like, the ur-Rucka Women. We can't take that away from her. What's left then? (I guess other than swapping her with Tim which was a thing that I did do once.)

[jaegereska]

I crave more s1 Jonmartin moments. Originally it was supposed to be Martin who forgot his umbrella and Jon offered to share, but then I realized, no, I need to draw Jon as a drowned rat scrungo and now here we are. Yes, Martin had a spare sweater too and gave it to Jon to wear. No he never got that sweater back. No reason. :)

Wanted to draw but needed a break from angsty Jonmartin stuff lmao

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Limits

Blade x Tartaglia

Cw: nsfw, monsterfucking

A/N: @degen-sienne I'm in too deep... just like Tartaglia-*shot*

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Tartaglia knows his limits but he always pushes past them and Blade is no different. Be it their spars or training they always push past what they've done the previous day to become a better, stronger self. This is no different, his Foul Legacy was just another form to test his limits and to Blade it was perfect to test his own.

His single eye traces the outline of his inhuman cock inside Blade. He's only two thirds of the way inside him yet he can see himself so clearly, the bulge of Blade's bare stomach is mesmerizing. Blade pants, shoulders heaving in frustration and exhaustion that he cannot physically fit in more of Tartaglia inside himself.

Tartaglia lifts his enlarged clawed hand and with his thumb gently presses on the bulge of Blade's stomach making his eyes widen at the sensation. He tries to speak but nothing but air passes his lips.

It's nice to render Blade speechless like this instead of being the one left gasping for words. He can't help the way his inhuman lips lift nor how his thick forked tongue slips through to lick them.

He doesn't wait to devour the man before him bringing Blade in to a fierce kiss. It's not like their usual ones, filled with teeth and his struggle for dominance. Tartaglia dominates Blade with just the sheer size of his tongue as he bullies his way into his mouth.

Blade chokes on his tongue but doesn't make any sign of wanting to stop, instead Blade's trembling hands cling to his armored belly. He lifts his shaking hips and rushes back down once and only once before he's spent, fluid splattering on his belly. But that's no problem as Tartaglia wraps his hand around Blade's torso and lifts him just enough before rushing him back down on his length.

Blade's muffled cry is enough to make him pull back but he doesn't get far as those desperate hands yank him back down meeting the burning gaze of Blade.

"Don't you dare stop."

He doesn't need to be told twice, setting a brutal pace. Blade's moans echo through his ears but his eye focuses on obscene way the flesh of his stomach stretches with each thrust. Blade's choked laughter makes him look up to see the absolute wild look in Blade's eyes as he grins like a mad man.

If he didn't know any better he'd think he was crazy, but perhaps the both of them are crazy. No sane man would let his body be used like a mere toy by something nearly three times their size. No, they were both insane. Who cared when they could match each other's limits?

Blade releases on his stomach once again but doesn't beg him to stop nor does he use their chosen word. Instead he grips at the wrist of the hand holding him tightly as if threatening to break it should he stop before he's through. Tartaglia wouldn't be surprised if he could break it despite the position he's in.

Tartaglia presses his thumb against the bulge of his stomach and keeps moving, seeking his own release. It comes quickly making his whole body shudder and Blade laughs, laughs as if he's won though weak and tired he is. Tartaglia doesn't remove him just yet, tracing his thumb over the larger swell of Blade's belly. He presses down and feels fluid slip down his cock. Curious he lifts Blade and he groans as he's left empty, large amounts of cum slipping past his enlarged hole.

He laughs again as more leaks out of him and Tartaglia can't help but join him though it's distorted. Yep they were definitely insane.