#THE FIC NEVER FUCKING ENDS

[shiroselia]

Absolutely no joke after having uploaded Smile for the Camera, Dream of Me, and QuintSum chapter 11 and soon 12 (all of which are around 4.4k at Least) within a Somewhat short span of time all things considered I should be entitled to financial compensation

Uploading anything above 3k with as little margin of error as possible is a fucking CHORE-

Every time I upload something over 4k somebody BETTER send me a paycheck you hear-

[vypridae]

silly thing i doodled of @sleepykittties fic 'Clerical Error' (link here) because i cannot get enough

don't ask how val found out what vox looked like in heaven (vox doesn't wanna talk about it)

[devils-sacrament-catering]

I am the horniest asexual I stfg I need there to be sex all the time thinking of it looking at it reading it writing it just pls I don't want to be involved

[ricky-mortis]

Curtwen Week Day 6: Happy Ending

[chronologically-challenged]

I think that the party's communication issues can be summed up as "man, is it awkward to tell someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with them if you've only know them for a few months? Probably."

[leviscolwill]

meet me in the afterglow ★

pairing: ex!jamal musiala x reader

req: 33 (nervous kisses) + 23 (sitting on their lap) & 1 (‘can i kiss you?’) w jamal for miss @brocedes

note: putting you out of your jamal drought, hope it meets ur expectations my love xx 🫶🏻

now playing afterglow by taylor swift...

you felt your heart tighten at the three knocks on your door. you already knew who was behind it, but you were still caught in a daze when your eyes met. was he always this tall? did his brown eyes always have this magnetic energy to them?

his voice brought you out of your thoughts.

"excuse me? didn't hear you." lies. you were too busy with your own thoughts to even make sense of his words.

"can i get in?"

you felt the heat rush to your face in embarrassment at his words, "oh. of course." thankfully, jamal only chuckled at your antics, he knew you were in a world of your own oftentimes.

you subconsciously smiled when jamal made himself at home, and took a seat on your sofa. you missed the domesticity of your relationship and having him around, even when your days together were sometimes only filled with board games and movies. that's what you loved most, the normality of it all, in the midst of jamal uncommon lifestyle.

"do you want to drink anything?" it was supposed to take five seconds: jamal coming over, picking up the stuff he left at yours, and then he's gone as fast as possible. but it seemed like none of you wanted to let go just yet, even if the breakup was a mutual decision.

"wait, can we have a talk before..." you didn't know what the 'before' meant, before you grab me water? before we end this for good?

you sat down next to him, careful to leave a reasonable distance between the two of you. jamal seemed more nervous than you if that was possible, fidgeting with the hem of his oversized hoodie, his knee constantly bouncing.

you laid your hand on it to stop him, giving him a heartwarming smile, the kind of smile he missed everytime he was away from you.

you were afraid you crossed a line with your gesture, but before you could pull away jamal's hand was on your cheek, stroking your hair.

you got closer to him without even noticing, your eyes scanning his face as to not forget any part of him.

"can i kiss you?" your voice wasn't louder than a whisper, but it didn't matter. jamal closed the gap between you two.

he pressed his lips on yours in a small kiss at first, tentative. he pulled away from you quickly, reading your face, making sure it showed no trace of hesitation.

you were the one to bring the two of you together once again. this time, he kissed you the way he wanted to for the past month he spent without you, like he was scared he would lose you once again if he let go for one second. one of his hand rested on your waist, while the other was on your cheek, desperate to bring you even closer if that was even possible.

jamal's hands pushed you on his lap, his touch on the small of your back feeling lighting up a fire in you. your fingers met at the back of his neck, absentmindedly tracing patterns.

once he pulled back, you smiled looking at his lipstick stained lips, swollen from the attention you gave them.

jamal took the opportunity to press quick kisses on your smile, no words needed between you two to show your caring for each other.

[foxprints]

Self indulgent drawing of Murderbot <3 It and ART are cruising through space, just the two of them, and Murderbot is relaxed and comfortable. ART has more than a few feelings about this and saves an image to its archive -- unfortunately Murderbot is aware of ART watching it and it flips off one of the drones.

(it doesn't dislike the attention ART is giving it... it just makes it a bit flustered!)

See some bonus images (including ones without text) below the cut, along with an explanation of some of the design choices!

I am 100% in the camp of Murderbot having a much more expressive face than it realizes, especially when it's alone and/or comfortable.

All text in the images with a color block behind it is essentially metadata that ART has attached to any tag it makes for Murderbot.

The blue inorganics are purely because @hazelek found a post with early 2000s vibrant, semi-transparent tech and we were joking around about MB getting aesthetic upgrades lmao.

About half the tags in the last image are courtesy of @scificrows alkdjfl;kj thank you dearly for those additions!

[lilacpaperbird]

maybe my most controversial headcanon is that I see dean as a straight man and sam is his only exception

[onesidedradiostatic]

Vox asking Lucifer to find out what Alastor smells like and Lucifer reports back to him that he said it's "Leave me the Fa-Cologne"

LMAOOOOOOO I love how this implies vox and lucifer are in contact is this just part of the lucifer commission saga again

[nobodymitskigabriel]

So the thing about Gabe to me is that he doesn’t quite fit in the categorically of Angel Who Is Eventually Humanized the way that Castiel or Anna do. He is more down to earth than the other angels but specifically in the way that GODS are, not humans. Like, even if he's not literally Loki, Gabriel is functionally an earthen deity for the millenia he spent dicking around and killing people. Other gods are literally the crowd he runs in, and he's an asshole because gods are assholes (and he specifically decided to be one of the more extreme asshole gods). Even though his sensibilities can be very human-like, even if he generally likes humans and wants them to stick around, there was always some level of divinity to his cruelty. So even if he did ultimately choose humanity I feel like putting him in with the angels who actually know what it's like to be human misses this part of his character.

[mrpenguinpants]

Hypothetical question but are we still into windbreaker (nii satoru)? Y'all cool if I put my hyper fixation on center stage?

[skyphloxx]

i cannot stop thinking about how gale still has those goddamn fucking toothpicks in his mouth while FLYING A FUCKING B-17 THAT IS ACTIVELY BEING ATTACKED. can u guys imagine the plane getting jostled by flak or something and he gets stabbed in the mouth by it. can you imagine how much john would make fun of him for it. after seeing him climb out of his fort bleeding from the mouth and getting all worried and making sure he’s okay of course.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i posted abt this on my tiktok story but i need to rant more so im putting it here 😭😭 the way a lot of mikosai shippers (on tiktok, pinterest, reddit, etc) are is such a big reminder to me of why i hate the strictly romantic soulmates trope with every fiber of my being 😭😭😭 people who interpret soulmates as "that means theyre canonically together" regardless of how the characters actually feel about each other and if they ACTUALLY get together is so fucking gross to me oh my god its so fucking gross i hate forced romance so bad 😭😭 someone cant just say "hey, we're soulmates so you HAVE to date me and its literally weird and impossible for you to like anyone else because i said so!!" and also aiura WOULDNT do that anyway ???? HELLOOO???

you have no idea how many people ive seen call all saiki ships with anyone other than aiura "problematic ships" just because "theyre soulmates"

[acoraxia]

read the nicest goddamn fic and it’s part of a SERIES and there’s only 3 PARTS AND IT HASN’T BEEN TOUCHED SINCE 2020

this is what i get for being 5’2ft

[thegreatyin]

And thus, with the passing of 24 hours, Caeru's ambition truly comes to an end. Major Nemesis spoilers below the cut- we're talking endgame ambition business here. Mostly on a character RP front.

The Doomed Scientist made quite a few... choice decisions, in the end. Killing Cups once and for all, recording his story as one of grief-

And sparing what little remained of Mr Mirrors, leaving it free to roam Parabola as it sees fit.

Some of them, he can explain. Others, he's still left to feel... discontent.

Cups needed to die. That much was certain from the start. It was a tyrant, as all Masters are, and complicit in the bargaining and eventual destruction of four (potentially five) cities, as all Masters are. It was an obstacle. A murderer. A petty monster that felt no remorse even on its deathbed, and it went out of its way to ruin multiple lives just because it felt owed its own sick and twisted idea of revenge.

It killed his first love. It looked him in the eyes and he knew what it had done and he knew from the start it was going to die.

Perhaps, in the end, it knew too. And yet it still pleaded, and wanted to live, and-

It made a bargain.

A bargain Caeru didn't take.

Not because he didn't want to. Gods, he wanted to. He wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else in the world. To have Greylu back, to give him the gift of life, of love, to show him the wonders of the Neath and the beauty of the correspondence and all of the people Caeru has met and loved and found home with along the way-

But. He couldn't.

Because Cups was a monster. And no matter what, it deserved to die. And he could not, in good conscience, allow it to live.

Even if sparing it meant everything he's ever wanted.

So he's left here, now. With a bloodied traveling coat, and a bloodsoaked knife, and a favor finally fulfilled.

And nothing to live for. No resurrected lover, no charming visits to Helicon, no slow dances in the living room, no memories to rebuild and lives to live and he won't live again-

Nothing. All he has is a coat born of obligation, not to his love, but to people he's never even met. To lives he's never even touched. To a paramour, still alive, with hair of rose-pink, who doesn't even remember her own brother's existence.

Cups didn't die for Caeru's sake. Cups died for the sake of all who wanted it dead. For the revenger's court, and the ghost screaming in his ear, and the reckoning that will not be postponed indefinitely.

And Caeru, who acted as a tool to carry out their wills? Who all but betrayed his own lover, just to satisfy a cause he never knew existed?

All Caeru is left with, is regret. Regret-

-And grief.

[triglycercule]

idea. since askdusttale answered an ask about where dust got his determination from (because dust has SOME determination just so he can remember the timelines and keep going against the human) and said it was totally up to personal interpretation on how he got his determination. so so so like what if what if dusttale's player did something similar to something new's player and changed dust's code to give him determination??? so dust and killer COULD BOTH had their codes tampered with??? the parallels would be INSANE. they both started off as sans and got their codes tampered with by the player but dust and killer went on two opposite paths. dust out of his own voalition decided to go against the human but killer had to team up with the human no choice at all. the opposite parallels go CRAZY oh god im tweaking

killer doesn't know exactly (since i forgot whether or not he can see codes or something like that. i swear there was an image of him describing fell and swap's code and then his own) but he can SENSE that something's off. something's different about dust that he doesn't quite know about. maybe it gets him to ask a bunch of questions that dust is definitely not open to answering because jesus man mind your own damn business but the question that really sets killer off is the way dust answers when he asks "so if you have determination then how did you get it?" and dust just shrugs his shoulders and said that one day he suddenly remembered the resets and then that's when he got it (and then goes back to mumbling to phantom paps or wtvr) and killer's just like. zomg. a sudden change in behavior or mentality that seemingly has no apparent reason related to the human???? like like like when he suddenly had to agree with the player despite literally never wanting to????? killer is over thinking the implications behind this

meanwhile dust is just annoyed now because killer keeps on following him. he keeps asking him strange questions. wtf why is the guy asking to see his SOUL that's incredibly personal???? he just wants to be left alone man he has no idea what's going on