#SMN

[okolnir]

commission for client of their ffxiv character neph'li selhata :3

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Amongst Us | Carciphona | | Bsky

[clarissadixonsart]

Silly version with dialogue for fun

I'm not exactly sure how this weird little glitch will behave, but I'm going to find out! 😂

[shuuzaar]

Nice to meet you Solar Bahamut!

[fire3moji]

sam & max art dumo but its all literally just maximus

[updownlately]

say my name (and everything just stops)

| alessia russo x reader

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“What do you think?”

Doing a little spin, Alessia modelled her dress for you.

Eyes widening at the sight before you, you let your gaze trace over the striker, loving the way the black cloth fit. 

You knew your girlfriend could make anything look gorgeous, but this? This took the win by a landslide- easily being one of your most favourite outfits of hers. 

You were about to tell Alessia as much, mouth opening to speak right as she spoke.

“I bought it because I thought it would look great on your bedroom floor…”

Taking a second to comprehend what Alessia had just said, you blushed at the words. 

Head turning to the side in a vain effort to not get flustered, your tongue pushed into your cheek as an impressed look crossed your face.

You forgot what you were about to say moments earlier, just barely collecting yourself to look back over at Alessia, a small shrug and raised eyebrows your only response.

An amused smile shone on the blonde’s face, the Gunner deciding to tease you a bit more, obsessed with the rosy hue that always coated your cheeks at even the slightest flirtations

“I mean, if you’re having doubts, we can always test it out and see how you like it…”

At this point you didn’t know what to say, too flabbergasted with your girlfriend’s forwardness.

Biting her own lip to hide a smile, Alessia eyed you carefully, heart melting as your blush reddened, head ducking, eyes downcast as you dug your toe into the floor.

Deciding to take it a step further, she stepped forward to where you stood, taking your slightly shaky hands in her own, placing them on her shoulders as hers promptly went to your waist. 

If your brain had been glitching before, it was definitely short-circuiting now. 

Mouth opening and closing a few times, you willed words to come out but there was nothing but pure silence, silent pining and anticipation thrumming in your veins. 

It was at your fourth impression of a fish out of water that Alessia decided to put you out of your misery- or into more misery if you were asked.

Whispering your name into the space between you, the footballer tugged you closer to her, closing the gap between your bodies. 

All you could feel now was Alessia. Her hair slightly tickling your ear. Her strawberry perfume overwhelming you in the best way possible. Her slight exhales against your own. All you knew was Alessia, Alessia, Alessia- the rest of the world fading away in that moment.  

Only a fraction of a hair of space between you both, your bodies pressed together in the dim room, you could feel your heartbeat start to race even faster.

“Less…” Your exhale was quiet, only heard because the blonde was as near as she was.

You got a hum in response, the girl in question only bringing your faces closer. 

“Did you know I absolutely love the way my name falls from your lips? I can even think of a few circumstances where I’d absolutely die for it…preferably when a bed’s involved…”

By now your brain was mush- complete and utter mush.

Closing your eyes, you willed yourself to keep it together, nervous for where this could go. 

Swallowing hard, you let your forehead fall against the hers. 

“God…”

“Not my name but I guess I don’t mind being called that for a night…”

You let out a quiet huff, mind frenzied in the most pleasant way. 

“Please…” You couldn’t help the plea that fell from your lips, your body completely surrendering without even so much as thinking of anything past this point.

“Please what?”

Taking a deep breath in, you considered backing out now, stepping away, pretending none of this happened, saving your dignity before you nearly started begging.

Your decision, however, was made for you, the grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly- the gentle pressure heady. 

“Please just kiss me…” Your lips were nearly brushing hers as you spoke.

“Yeah? Or what?”

You groaned in response, before not able to handle the flirting and now the teasing.

“Lessi…please…”

You were at the point beyond recovery, too far gone in the intoxicating presence of Alessia around you, the feel of her, her touch, her closeness, to care now.

You tried again…the first ask futile.

“Alessia…”

“Or what?”

You could feel the smile on your blonde’s face, the grin growing with each second.

Mind barely snapping out of it, you managed to form a somewhat coherent sentence, more words than what you had strung out in the past few minutes. 

“Fuck around and find out then…” The teasing threat was clear as your hold on her strengthened. 

“Let’s just fuck around, yeah?”

Feeling the striker close the gap, you let yourself be consumed by the following kiss, being gently pulled towards your shared bed, trusting Alessia as she guided you. 

Glad that your best friend was that and everything more, you followed her blindly, letting the electricity in the room charge you, patience and anticipation of the night to come exciting you. 

Yeah, this was definitely your most favourite dress of hers. 

[kineticpenguin]

Jonathan: "This feels different from 2016 in that there was just this groundswell of 'we're gonna fight,' there was the Women's March, there was all this stuff... obviously it feels different. Now it's only been a couple days, but before the show we were talking about this sense of despondence that's fallen over us. Maybe that will break at some point, and we'll have the energy to get back into the fray. But what do you think the quote-unquote 'resistance' look like this time around? What's the Left do?"

Robert: "I don't think The Left does shit. Look, I'm sorry, there's not a Left. There's not a Left in any capacity that matters for national organizing. There are individual local groups that can mean things for people in those areas. Could mean a lot for people in those areas, could mean a lot for you. But in terms of infrastructure of resistance, it's non-existent. None of it was ever built. The Democratic Party is what we've been talking about this whole time. 'The Left' is split between some organizations like the PSL that are basically cults, and influencers and their followers (which we [podcasters] to a degree fall into, right?). There's not parties, there's not like a real capacity for organizing a large revolutionary party or whatever the fuck. That's a fantasy. Right? It's not happening."

Cody: "It's also so factional and there's all this conflict, that..."

Robert: "Yeah. People... the Left as a whole can't agree which genocides are real. They're not gonna save you from Trump."

[myreia]

✦ S U M M O N E R

Summoning does not come easily. Though she understands the principles and geometries, even crafted the arcane ink required for codices, she still could not summon. It is embarrassing, in a way, to have mastered all other forms of magic but to be stuck on this one. She devours text upon text, determined to move past whatever roadblock prevented her from enlightenment. There must be some book here, some tome that will unlock the secrets, teach her in a way she understands. She just needs to find it. —level 90 compendium

[izone-wizoneworld]

Hitomi

[kpop-girlsworld]

Hitomi

[catmommeagan]

Our raid has been playing a game called "Rabbit and Steel" instead of playing FFXIV. The art style is sooo cute, and it seems very influenced by FFXIV in general, so I had to draw me and Ward's mains in the cute art style. ^^

[madalyn-maeve]

A bit different for me.

[rikatvn]

[shuuzaar]

new SMN glam i wanted to draw 🌸

[halybs]

bday gif for my wife, her wol :) 2021

[n3rd-qu33n-ffxiv]

Level 100: Casters

Got all of Lalli's caster jobs to Level 100! RDM is still my favorite, but PCT is extremely fun... even if I'm not great at it. SMN is fun, but not as satisfying as RDM, and well... Lalli and I are both still garbage at BLM. (No offense SMN/BLM mains. I appreciate ya'll and the work you do! <3) Below are just some fun action shots I took.

Even my BLM screen shots suck... lol

[kineticpenguin]

Reagan signed up for the Army Reserves in 1937, and, right as World War Two began, was assigned to an Army filming unit where he produced over 400 of what were essentially war propaganda films. In these training movies, Reagan played a GI engaging in basic activities such as nearly shooting down his fellow pilots because he can't properly identify enemy aircraft. Stock Footage where Reagan makes a sad, stupid face: "That's no Zero, that's a P-40! A lucky thing you missed. Put that on your conscience!" So inspiring! Later on in his life when Reagan would frequently recite stories about his time "in the war," this is what he was talking about, which is incredible. But you could see how someone could get a military career mixed up with hundreds of movies they shot in Burbank! ...Anyway, this got Reagan's foot in the door when it came to government work, as did the infamous hearings on the House Un-American Activities Committee, beginning in the 1940s, which promoted Reagan from Government Stooge to Government Stoolie when he testified to Senator Joe McCarthy.