#Temple arms

[kingofattolia]

Quinlan and Aayla are the original Anakin and Ahsoka. Quinlan being Obi-Wan's age, and Aayla being seven years older than Anakin, Quinlan is only NINE years older than her. Legends Wookieepedia says he took her as his padawan when she was 10, which is patently ridiculous. Even if we age her up to a more new-canon-consistent age, that still gives us 23yo Quinlan and his 14yo padawan. Disaster duo. Terrifying gremlin pair.

[valgeristik]

Ничего не останется от нас, Нам останемся, в лучшем случае, мы

hi. hello. listen to this song

i have so many thoughts about these two. oh my god. maybe i will write it out some day, but for now drawing it out will do

translation will be under the cut! knowing the words does add to the work so i do recommend reading it. or just enjoy the art <3

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heres the translation, color coded according to how i broke it up for the art. just in casies

first page:

Love is scarier than war

Love strikes more true than steel

second page:

More true, because of your own volition

third page:

You run towards all the winds

Let there be pain and eternal battle

Not atmospheric, not earthly

fourth page:

But definitely with you

caption:

There will be nothing left of us,

we will be left with, in the best case, ourselves

[dragonbma]

After rewatching the Duskgloom Sea quest I couldn’t get this mashup out of my head sorry-

It was supposed to be Jack and Vos in the cookie’s outfits but I couldn’t help myself and just drew Captain Caviar in his vest. 🐟

[lilbittymonster]

Day 3: Date Night

[ianthewife]

they did WHAAAAATTTTTTT to my cancelled wife??? what do you MEAN she doesn’t have TOES anymore?????? god fucking damn it Bryony, beloved, wait here ill get you a gun cause by god you deserve it

anyway this did not go how i expected it to but fuck it’s so good— her being constantly forced in and out of hypersleep yikes well isn’t that karmic and ironic—

and she is so angryyyyy im giggling and kicking my feet i think she deserves to do a few more war crimes you know as a treat

[megacarapa]

COMPILATION OF HUGS😭

bonus

[teddybeartoji]

i want rin to save me from every bug in the world i think he'd be so good at it

[puppypeter]

I want to read about Jamie courting the hell out of Roy, wining and dining him, bringing him coffee in the morning, leaving him pastries on his desk with a sweet post it note, buying him flowers, making him hella flustered and panicky at the lack of control because that's always been Roy's role when dating someone

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! I think I've asked this before, but do you have any home remedies/advice for handling muscle cramps, knots, and/or spasms? I'm staying well hydrated, taking electrolyte supplements, and using a hot water bottle as my current management method but it's not working super great this time Also, crafting updates may be delayed on account of ouch

[lasshoe]

hannah waddingham in this picture is so me

[innytoes]

These prompts are AMAZING!! What to chose what to chose...

Ok, I gotta with with "You call it a near death experience, I call it a vibe check from God." Gotta go with Willie/Willex for this.

The great thing of having a jazz-hand-y, sparkly, weirdo magician uncle once removed (he married mom's shithead brother, they booted the brother and kept Caleb in the divorce) was that he was a rich a jazz-hand-y, sparkly, weirdo magician uncle.

Which meant, as Caleb's very favourite nephew (only, but shh), he got a massive trust fund when he turned eighteen.

Kind of.

More like, his mom and dad were very, very upset he dropped out of college because college was awful, and he couldn't do it anymore. It was one of the top art colleges in the country, and all the teachers had done was make Willie hate everything he made, trying to put him in teeny, tiny boxes. Trying to tell him what his art could and couldn't be, until he finally, maybe broke into the office of his teacher and graffiti the whole place, floor to ceiling, and call it his final project.

Okay so maybe he didn't drop out so much as get expelled.

Mom and Dad freaked out, and Caleb had stepped in. And just like that, he had a massive stipend each month, as long as he worked for Caleb at the Club.

What Caleb didn't know was that Willie had heard the conversation with his parents afterwards, about how he'd make Willie so miserable he'd be begging to go back to college by the start of the new school year.

Showed what Caleb knew. Willie wasn't afraid of a little hard work. Between rehearsals, painting a massive mural in the Club, learning how to balance an entire cake on a tray while doing a pirouette, and eight hour shifts full of dancing and singing, Willie was having the time of his life. He got to pretend to be a ghost. For his job!

So yeah, maybe that plan backfired a little on Uncle Caleb. But Mom and Dad seemed pleased at least that he was 'doing something useful' with his life, so...

So basically Willie was rich and got to do a ton of cool things.

Which meant he got a very cool apartment with all his trust fund baby money. And he moved in his very cool starving artist boyfriend so he would no longer be starving. (And fed his friends too, because, you know, he wasn't an asshole and he respected the hustle.)

The loft was huge, and cool, and industrial. It had a big kitchen perfect for dancing in. It had a bathtub big enough to fit two, maybe even three. It had big windows and exposed brick and high ceilings that were to die for.

The high ceilings were the problem, though. Because his Very Cool Very Industrial Light had gone out. The one right where he set up his art stuff. And even standing on his tiptoes on his cool vintage handmade wooden ladder, he was still several feet away from the ceiling.

So he improvised.

He started with pulling the salon table over. That wasn't even close. So he added two of the bar stools from their kitchen island to balance the ladder on, and that was so, so close. So he raised the stools up a little higher with all his old college textbooks.

He was just finishing up changing the light, the old bulb clenched between his teeth when Alex came home.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" he shouted, which was a silly question.

"Ohfoushly zhayzing sthe laithhulw," he said around the light bulb, turning to grin at Alex...

The next thing he knew, he was waking up in the ER with a broken leg, a broken arm, and a killer headache.

Thankfully he hadn't swallowed the light bulb, or anything. That would have been bad.

Alex had called Uncle Caleb, who had called his parents, and everyone had freaked out a little, and then he'd gotten to go home. Thankfully Mom and Dad trusted Alex to be sensible and responsible enough to take care of him (shows what they knew, Alex had been in the hospital last summer because he ate a poison hotdog out of the back of an oldsmobile).

"So what have we learned?" Alex asked, as he helped Willie hobble inside and settle down on the couch.

"We need a bigger ladder?"

"We will call building maintenance next time," Alex corrected. "You could have died."

"Eh, you call it a near death experience, I call it a vibe check from God."

"That's not..." Alex stopped, then sighed. "Okay." He leaned down to press a kiss to Willie's forehead. "I'm going to drag the mattress down from the loft, there's no way you're making it up those stairs."

"You're probably right," Willie agreed, even though he wondered how Alex would get down the king sized mattress on his own. Then again, he was very strong, with his drummer arms and his dancer's physique.

Turned out, that wasn't enough, especially not when the mattress tilted and basically tipped over the side of the banister with Alex clinging to it halfway down the stairs.

That was a very awkward call to 911, not to mention Uncle Caleb. But hey, at least Willie could paint them matching casts.

[ysaefinn]

daddy vale... kitsune suguru and dry humping.... please....

mdni :3

Anon....i see it, i see it very very clearly.....................

OK first and foremost, i trust that you realize this sugu isn't like the rest, he is a little (very) down bad, so he'd be very easy.

Yeah i ended the sentence there, HE IS A SSLUUTTTTTTT for you tho, only for you :3 Seriously tho!!!! He is probably the easiest sugu to seduce bcuz he will do anything and everything for you. Also take into consideration his mindfulness of what you are.

Dry humping him in his temple tho..., as a certified monster fucker and a huge fan of the god trope, let me tell you that this does things to his brain, you didn't go all in but he believes that it's a claim, Moan and he drops dead btw, your voice, he really, REEEAALLYYY loves your voice, makes his heart swell (and his dick throb in this case lol) we're not even gonna get to teasing, call him "getou sama" and you may not be as safe anymore lol

[lilbittymonster]

Year of the OT3 - January

Read on AO3

Rating: G

Relationships: Aymeric/Estinien, Aymeric/Kitali, Estinien/Kitali

Spoilers for post-Heavensward and Endwalker MSQ.

~

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” Aymeric asked suddenly.

“No.”

“Oh.”

Estinien looked up from his bowl.

“You sound surprised.”

“I, ah...it’s just. I’ve heard from others that you’ve had...relations...I had just assumed. Apologies.”

“Don’t need to kiss someone to swive ‘em.”

“Indeed.” Aymeric was deliberately not meeting his eyes, staring instead into the flames.

“And what of you?”

“Naught but a chaste kiss to the back of a hand on a couple occasions,” Aymeric said. “Hard to do much else whilst chaperons are present.”

Silence fell between them once more as they continued their meal, the sounds of the rest of the camp carrying through the night air. Once the communal efforts of setting up tents and establishing a perimeter were concluded, the remainder of their contingent seemed content to leave the two of them be. Now, as night settled in in full, their single small fire was all that separated them from the darkness. It was comfortable in a way Estinien still wasn’t quite used to.

“Have you ever thought about what it would be like?”

“Where’s this going, Borel?”

“Idle curiosity, is all.”

Estinien made a small noise of suspicion, but decided to humor him.

“Can’t say I have. But there must be something to it, if so many people keep doing it.”

Aymeric hummed, still staring into the flames.

“I often wonder how much it has been embellished and gilded by authors,” he said softly. “Whether or not such a simple act can carry such significance to it. True love’s first kiss, and all that.”

“So ask someone.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just ask someone to kiss you,” Estinien repeated, “easiest way to find out. I’m sure you could find someone willing enough.”

“Do you think so?”

Estinien shrugged. “They could certainly do a lot worse than you.”

Aymeric huffed a quiet laugh.

“Thank you, Estinien.”

“What started all this, anyways?”

Aymeric jerked his head back towards the center of the camp.

“Someone was talking about a new lady friend of his, and it got me thinking, is all.”

“Hm.”

Silence fell once more with Aymeric looking into the flames pensively, brows pinched slightly in thought. Estinien leaned back on his hands instead to gaze up at the stars. The bright city lights of the Holy See tended to block some of them out, but out here in the wilds the inky sky was simply filled with them horizon to horizon. The general noise of conversation and eating dwindled to murmurs as more and more crawled into their tents, and further off in the distance Estinien could hear the crickets and other night insects begin their song. If he closed his eyes he could almost pretend he was a child again.

“What if I asked you?”

Estinien looked back down to Aymeric. The half of his face still lit by the fire was watching him closely.

“What if you asked me what?” Estinien said, knowing full well what he meant, but waiting to see if he’d call the bluff.

“What if I asked you to kiss me, Estinien?” Aymeric enunciated, raising a brow slightly. “What would you say?”

Estinien leaned forward once more, turning to face him more fully, and watched as he tensed at each movement. Carefully, he shuffled closer across the grass.

“How do they go, then?” he asked quietly. “These first kisses in those stories of yours.”

He watched in delight as Aymeric’s carefully schooled expression broke into surprise, before he cleared his throat and gathered a semblance of composure once more.

“Well, um...there’s often quite a bit of intimate eye contact, though I don’t think it’s strictly necessary.”

Despite his words, Aymeric was holding Estinien’s gaze almost unblinkingly, and Estinien found himself unable to look away.

“And then you sort of just...lean in until you meet in the middle,” he said, voice fading away to almost a whisper.

Estinien moved a touch closer. “Well, come here, then.”

Aymeric closed the distance between them until their knees were touching and leaned in. Estinien didn’t take his eyes off of him until their noses were nearly touching, and he could smell the faint traces of that fancy soap he insisted on carrying with him. Not knowing what to expect, he leaned in the last hair’s breadth between them.

It was sloppy. Aymeric moved his head at the last second, causing Estinien to nearly miss his mouth entirely, only catching the outer corner of his lips. He pulled back with a frown as Aymeric huffed a quiet laugh.

"Here," he said as he cupped Estinien's face gently to hold him still.

The second attempt was much better, Aymeric gently pressing their lips together as Estinien tried to hold still. Hesitantly he followed Aymeric's example and parted his lips slightly. Aymeric pushed into him eagerly, and he could feel the slight knock of their teeth as he did so. A third adjustment and tilt of his head finally settled them into a comfortable position of just lips on soft lips. Estinien was still hyper-aware of the soft touch of Aymeric’s hand where it still cupped his jaw.

It almost felt too soon when Aymeric pulled back, pupils wide as he looked up at Estinien.

“That...that was, um...” he said dazedly.

“Did it live up to your expectations?” Estinien teased, trying to ignore how his heart was hammering in his chest.

“I-yes. I, um, I enjoyed it, yes.” Aymeric swallowed thickly. “And you?”

“...I suppose I can see the appeal.”

-

Kitali was still crouched in front of the flames when the sound of the front door opening echoed through the manor. She listened as the sound of booted steps grew closer and closer before finally arriving before the doors to the parlor. As the doorknob turned, she stood from where she was sitting to face the doors fully. Aymeric entered, letting the door fall shut softly behind him, looking slightly flushed in the low lamplight. He had shed his ceremonial armour and was standing before her in a simple black shirt and trousers. She almost didn’t recognise him.

“You’re here,” he exhaled, slightly breathless.

“I told you I would be,” Kitali said mildly. “Did you run all the way here?”

“I, ah. Not all the way, just from the aetheryte.”

It was endearing to see him so flustered, Kitali thought. The polish of the Lord Commander fell to the wayside as he crossed the room towards her, nervously pushing a stray lock of hair from his eyes before hesitantly reaching out towards her. She stepped closer in turn and met him halfway.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked softly.

“A bit.”

His hand ghosted against her cheek, and she tilted her head to lean into his touch. Her eyes closed as his thumb brushed across the dried trail of a tear.

“Can I get you anything? A drink, maybe?”

Against the inside of her eyelids she could still see the white flash of Papalymo’s final spell bursting into a thousand splinters.

“A drink would be good.”

His hand dropped from her face as he moved towards a small side cabinet, pulling two glasses and a small bottle from within. She watched as he uncorked it with a single movement and poured the amber liquid into each. He kept the glasses in clear line of sight for her as he moved, she noticed, and she was touched by the gesture.

Aymeric motioned to the sofa for them to sit, handing her her glass. She took a small mouthful and let it sit on her tongue. The warm burn soothed the ache in her chest just a touch. She looked back into the flames once more, hands pressing into the grooves of the cut glass, trying to figure out where they were going to go from here.

The room hummed with a strange tension. The world felt narrowed to just these four walls. Without looking, Kitali could feel his gaze on her face. Aymeric took several small inhales as if to speak, cutting himself off each time. She could hear him stumbling over himself trying to gather up the courage to ask to kiss her, and she hid the small smile in another sip.

Just as she was about to break the silence for him, he finally found his voice.

“Kitali, may I-”

“Yes.”

Turning her head to look at him again, she felt pinned in place by the intensity of his expression. She saw his gaze flick momentarily to the tips of her horns before dropping once more to her lips. Either he pulled her up or she rose to meet him as he leaned in, she didn’t care which, and then his lips were pressing gently to hers, almost in question. Kitali pressed up into him as far as she could, reaching to twine her fingers through his hair and pull him down closer.

Far too soon did he pull away to rest his forehead against hers, and she could feel his hand trembling on her skin.

“I have wanted to do that for...an embarrassingly long time, I must admit,” he panted.

“You can do it again if you want.”

Aymeric swiftly pressed their lips together once more, moving more hungrily against her.

“B-before we go any further,” Aymeric said, a bit unsteadily, to her pride, “I did promise you dinner. And I pride myself on being a man of my word.”

-

Kitali caught Estinien’s wrist as he walked by.

“Can we talk? Alone?” she asked quietly.

He stopped and pivoted back to her slightly.

“Aye, of course.”

“Not here.”

She pushed through the doors out into the evening air, taking to the sky as soon as she had the room to do so. She knew without looking that he wasn’t far behind her. Out of habit, she turned towards the flat roof of the Studium, the pale white limestone glowing faintly gold in the setting sun. The sound of his boots landing next to her sent another spike of anxiety through her.

“Is everything alright?” he asked.

“I-I don’t….know. Maybe.” She couldn’t bring herself to look at him directly.

“Well, out with it then.”

The words stung, and she winced at their impact. Maybe this was all a mistake. Maybe she should just make something up to justify dragging him all the way out here. Gods, she felt nauseous. She hoped she wasn’t actually going to throw up.

“Fury as my witness please don’t let me fuck this up,” she muttered under her breath.

Swallowing back her nerves, she took a deep breath.

“I’m not leaving this star with any regrets,” she began, already feeling her words leave her.

How the hells do people do this?

Forcing herself to finally meet his gaze, she opted for the most direct route before her courage left her.

“I love you, Estinien. I’m in love with you. And it’s fine if you don’t feel the same way, really, but…..before we all die I need you to know that.”

A long silence filled the air between them once she finished speaking. He continued to hold her gaze, brow creasing slightly. Every instinct in her was telling her to bolt, to turn around and escape and to lock herself behind a door until they could both just...forget she had said anything.

“W-when?” he stammered out. “Since when?”

“Reunion.”

“Reun- with the dragon?”

She nodded carefully, not daring to take her eyes off of him, scrutinising his every move for some indication of how he was feeling.

“Seven hells, Kitali, that was years ago,” he said, turning and walking a few paces to the side, still processing. “You mean that this whole time-”

“I didn’t expect you to return anything and it’s fine, it really is,” she insisted again, hearing her voice pitch up a bit and break.

“This whole time we could’ve been…..” he trailed off helplessly as he met her gaze once more.

This whole time we could’ve been...what?

He lowered himself to sit on the flat stone, holding up a hand towards her beseechingly. She paused, uncertain where he was going with this, but crept towards him to take it, crouching before him. He held out his empty hand for hers, and clasped them both between his. He ran his thumbs along the ridged edges of her scales while he searched for words.

“If you had said something, I would’ve come back,” he said at length. “You know that, right?”

“No, I didn’t,” she said hotly, taking a small sick delight at seeing him flinch back at that. “So far all you’ve done is run every time we cross paths, and I-” she choked off, turning away from him and closing her eyes for a moment. “I just got you back, I couldn’t-I couldn’t risk losing you again.”

“You wouldn’t have.”

“I wasn’t sure! Better to just keep it to myself and still have you around.”

He made to reply but stopped himself. The crash and lull of the ocean filled the silence as it continued to stretch, Estinien still running his thumbs over her hands.

“Do you know how hard it was to let go of you in the Rising Stones?” he said softly. “Knowing you might not come back again?”

“I do, in fact,” she said bitterly. “Quite intimately.”

Estinien huffed. “I suppose I deserved that.”

“Just a bit.”

“I…I wanted-” he started, then cut himself off again with a huff. “I’d never forgive myself if I ruined what you and Aymeric have.” He stopped, realising what he’d just said, and looked up at her in terror. “Fury, Aymeric-”

“Already knows,” Kitali interrupted smoothly. “He was the first person I told.”

“……and he’s alright with it?”

Kitali gave a small laugh. “He, ah…when I started panicking a bit, saying I thought I might be in love with you and all, he just laughed and said that he had had the same reaction.”

Estinien closed his eyes and heaved a world-weary sigh.

“I didn’t deserve him then, and I’m not sure I deserve you now,” he said.

“Deserving or not, I’m here.”

He looked up at her from beneath his curtain of hair.

“And so are you, and you haven’t made a single noise of disgust or told me you never want to see me again so….does that mean…?” Kitali trailed off nervously.

His lips quirked up in that soft lopsided smile.

“Your feelings are very much requited, Kitali Moonblade,” he said warmly, squeezing her hands. “They have been for quite some time.”

The tension escaped her body on a shaky exhale and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep her lip from wobbling. At Estinien’s gentle insistence, she clambered into his lap, legs straddling his as he released her hands. He tenderly brushed back a lock that had escaped the braid and blown loose in the ocean breeze.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Please.”

He closed the gap between them with no hesitation, slotting himself perfectly between her horns. She met him eagerly as he pressed his lips to hers and was nearly overwhelmed with a sense of relief and belonging. She didn’t know who it belonged to nor did she care. In that moment all she cared to be aware of was how Estinien moved against her, how one arm wrapped around her to pull her closer and how his hand carefully threaded its way through her hair.

When they broke apart for air he leaned his forehead to hers.

“You’re shaking,” he said, a bit breathless. “Everything alright?”

Kitali balled her hands into fists where they were resting on his shoulders, trying to keep the tremors at bay.

“I didn’t know how this was going to go,” she admitted quietly.

Estinien shifted, kissing first one cheek then the other, before placing a tender kiss to the scales on her forehead in exactly the same manner Aymeric did. She would think about the implications of that later.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she asked. “Just. Stay. We don’t need to do anything, I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course,” he murmured. “Of course, anything you want.”

[zoneofsmites]

The Dark Urge HAD to have had a special little temple outfit, and if they didn't before I KNOW that Gortash would've made sure they had one (can't take over/destroy the world if you ain't looking cute).

I based part of it on that one death mage armor from the Basket Full of Equipment mod because it's banging. The red wrap is supposed to be the deathstalker mantle :D

Below is the tattoo'd chest in full + a version with added uhmm 'surgery' scars courtesy of Kressa Bonedaughter and some others.

[shovlh8r]

[mabepearls]

thinking about egg sethos realizing that being a man is an option through cyno again and sobbing