#There goes my sanity.

[storybenderstudios]

f*ck me. I need Sucrose. I also want Ororon. Do ya THINK maybe mihoyo would've been considerate and put Sucrose or Ororon in stage 2????

Of course not. I'm gonna have to do 10 single pulls and literally pray that I don't pull Lyney or Chasca now....yAy... (backstory on this, I have a guaranteed limited five star with 40 pity, planned on saving it for Neuvillette or Arlecchino, whoever came first, found out Ororon was being released, was conflicted, built a team for Neuvillette anyways, needed a good swirl anemo, told everyone that it would be great if Sucrose reran with Nevillette since she's a fairly great swirl anemo, and found out the phase four stars this morning - !!!)

I'm cooked.

Any thoughts on the likelihood of me accidentally pulling a five star ;-;

[hughmanbean]

Loving Threats

Inspired by a song and its remake. But I am trash at syncing lyrics to storybeats.

Danny and Jason met in the ghost zone when Jason was dead, but he forgot it all coming back to life. When the two of them were together, they went through the entire song and dance (literally) of asking each other out.

I'm serious. There were like 10 different musical scenes with varying themes. It was Fenton Romance at its finest. And Jason's old school romance heart was certainly played a large part too.

It was their love language. Dramatic acts, vague threats and all.

Post revival and reconnection with the Batfam, Jason spots a familiar face. A flood of memories wash through him, and with it a bout of giddiness. Though he's currently dressed as Red Hood, Danny'll be able to tell who he is and keep quiet. Just have to greet him in a way that he'll recognize.

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Danny is out taking the kids for a walk. Dan was grumpy since he wasn't allowed any ecto chips, for both his health and as punishment for severely beating a guy who tried to mug Danny without permission yesterday. Ellie is quite cheerful, since she's going to visit the Crocodile and Zombie sewer-dudes when Danny's not looking.

All of a sudden, Red Hood, casually wielding a gun, approaches Danny. He makes an overly familiar gesture, wrapping an arm sideways around Danny's waist. He whistles under the hood, a faint green glow from the white eyespaces.

"Well who do we have here? You look half dead, honey."

Danny looked at him. Horrible pick up line? Check? Thin veneer of confidence? Check. Zero self control around Danny? Check.

Jason. The rancid ecto signature is new, though. Honestly, not surprised he's a crime lord now.

"Well, you know how it is. The kids have been running me ragged. And you sure haven't been any help."

Danny puts on an innocent smile. Jason sidles closer. A few bystanders watch them with varied expressions.

"Well you don't need to worry about that now. How about you and I go somewhere more private?"

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"A crime boss, huh?"

Dan is raiding the fridge. Ellie is watching a fight on TV.

"It was a... necessary step. I promise I would've visited you sooner if I had known."

"It's fine. What else happened while you were gone?"

"Well..."

[rjshope]

Kim Seokjin for Vogue Korea

[samijey]

Giulia - NXT 03/09/2024

[julesart04]

[heybiji]

bed head

[anotherfloridaman]

Your orc is ruthless. (pt1)

That’s the first thing you think when you see his massive fist slam into one of his brother’s faces. The other orc muttered something about your hair in orc language, and your own whirled around and promptly knocked him on his ass. You didnt get to see if the other orc was okay before you were picked up and slung over his shoulder, walking away like nothing happened.

“Rico.” You mutter, sighing from the feeling of his hand on your legs, holding you like you’d be taken from him.

“Yes?” He acts innocent, but smirks as you climb up, sitting on his shoulder and softy gripping his braid. “What was that about?” The question is slow, like asking a child what happened to make them cry.

“He didnt like your hair, and i didnt like his face.” Rico smirks as you lean on his head, almost hugging the cranium to your side. “I’ve gotta know, ill find out soon enough.”

“No, you wont.” Rico sounds… serious. Your orc never sounds like this, not to you. Not so scary. Not like a threat. “What happened.” Its not a question, you demand to know as Rico stops walking, harshly setting you on your feet and gripping your shirt. “Dont worry about it.” He snarls in your face, and you guess you look afraid as he slowly lets you go, ears pressing to his head and backing up like he struck you.

“Rico. Tell me what he said.” You say, soft. And Rico finally snaps.

“Why? So you can change yourself again? So you can try to make them happy even when they will say everything you do is still wrong? So you can keep crying when you think you’re alone in the woods? So you hate another thing about yourself that makes you, you?” Rico rants, and his shoulders fall. He looks defeated as he turns away, rubbing his head.

You have changed yourself. Someone said in common language that you werent very strong, and you tried to push yourself into growing muscles. You had to stop using your left hand because of a pulled muscle. Someone said your clothes seemed too clean, and you didn’t wash them as much, but ended up with rashes from the dirty fabric later on. Someone said your hands were too small, your hair seemed too short, your feet shouldnt be covered, you shouldnt be there, you shouldnt, you should, and-

A heavy hand landed on your shoulder, Rico’s blurry face in your field of vision having you realise just how close to crying you really were. He sighs, apparently coming to terms with himself and slowly leading you to the stonghold gates.

“R-rico?” You asked, as if he would be the answer to everything in life. But he continued pushing you, until you were just far enough for him to grab the gate and pull on it. “Rico.” You started breathing heavier, a cold panic setting in as he gently led you just beyond the stronghold gate. “Rico!” He shuts the large gate, and you pound on it, yanking the handle and trying to climb the wooden door without leverage. Your fingertips ache with the way you claw the heavy doors, and your throat becomes hoarse after a few hours of standing there, fighting an unbeatable foe, knowing the gate doesnt have locks, it’s just heavy.

But it seems like you blink, and the darkness of night washes over you, and you look around at the forest, terrified of what could be out here. What you know is out here. Predators and Hunters. Humans. Humans are out here, and you’re afraid. You’re more afraid of your kind than what the orcs in those walls would ever do to you.

You take off running, not having a clue that Rico was laying against the gates, softly crying as he listened to every plea and scream, begging to have another chance to something you never messed up.

Almost every orc is located in the stronghold center, drinking and laughing as they roughouse, unknowing what Rico or you just went through.

[schizo2709]

#PurraNaturalWonders23

#PurraMineralWater

#PurraxPPKrit

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sources 1 + 2

[foreverfearlessred]

just read Logan’s statement

[rjshope]

looking at that mole very respectfully

[gomzdrawfr]

I behave after getting an unexpected follow from a blog I admire until I whip out the mpreg and omegaverse bs LOL

[phangays]

Have mercy on my soul please

[pollyna]

Ice and Goose flew together at the Academy because they needed to test compatibility. Years later, when they meet again at Top Gun and Slider is Ice's RIO, Goose sits with both of them, and Sli and him compare manoeuvres and how Ice's styles evolved. They even make stupid posters with numbers to vote for what they are describing. Ice always ends up blushing and trying to hide it behind his glass of vodka, but he promises, patting Goose on his shoulder and saying, "Once Top Gun is over, I'm going to take you up again, Mother Goose. And maybe Mav can take up Slider if they don't kill each other."

Slider's arm is around Goose's shoulder, and they are all laughing. It's the 28th of July, and Ice promises they're going to swap at the beginning of August. They just have to wait another couple of days.

[featherlouise]

Did someone say post canon Ganlink?? No?? Just me???

[idiotdriftinginspace]

BOOp!!!!!

BOOP!!!

[anotherfloridaman]

Your orc is ruthless (pt 3)

“The human is gone.” The leader, Thrale, speaks to the clan. His dark eyes scanning the crowd in front of him. Some of the orcs look like they’re paying more attention, and others begin murmuring to one another about a few problems that would cause.

Thrale raises his hand, silently calling for attention again. “I know, the human was helpful to us-“ he’s cut off by an older male, with scars all over one arm and a white eye. “That human wasn’t just helpful, that human saved my arm! I could barely move it after we got attacked, but im building strength all over again!” He snorts, looking around. “Who messed with the human? It proved itself long ago!” The orcs look around, searching for someone to blame it on before the chief interjects.

“The human is gone! We must come to terms with this before anything else. They may never return.” Thrale sighs, rubbing his head. “Rio says they felt like they didnt belong, and left. This is all we know.”

“Rio a damn lie!” Blacksmith Arlo yells, snarling angrily. The chief seems suprised, tilting his head at the orc. “Rio did something, cus the human was clawing at the gate! There’s marks to prove it!” He points to the general direction of the front gate, and a few orcs run towards it before the chief says anything.

“Arlo! Do you have evidence it was Rio? We cannot be hasty with this situation. One of our own didnt feel welcome, and those scratches could’ve been from anything.” He asks, and the orcs look to Arlo, expectant. “Rio was the last one seen with the human after Ja’kal said it’s hair was nice enough to hold while he railed it.” Ja’kal coughs and looks away, sporting a black eye from where Rio punched him.

“That’s not enough evidence.” Thrale tiredly says, pushing a few loose strands of hair out of his face. “They still could’ve just left on their own.” Arlo opens his mouth to speak, and immediately is shut down by the chief turning away and beginning to assign daily tasks.

After a few jobs are put out, the three orcs that ran to the gate return, Rio being dragged between them as he curses them angrily. “Chief! Rio was shaving the marks from the door! And the shavings smelled like the human’s blood!” One yells, and Thrale growls, stepping forward and parting the orcs like light through trees.

Rio breathes heavily, knowing they wont understand his reasoning as he is sneered at by Arlo.

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You woke up, fingers burhing as the adrenaline from yesterday leaves you aching and sore. But this… this is a new feeling.

Your eyes open, and the first thing you see is dirt and weeds. The memory of you actually falling asleep not coming to mind as the nearby water rushes, almost calming you ic you hadnt looked at your bloody, ripped finger tips. A small pool of blood drips from the wounds, your hands covered in red as you sit up suddenly, gasping at the sight. Most of the blood dried, but ants still cover random parts of your skin and dirt litters your wound, so you almost scramble to the water, washing yourself of all the bugs and dirt with small tears from the cold water.

Rio. Fucking Rio. He forced you out without a word. Why did he do that? You almost thought he loved you. How could he just-

Your stomach growls, not having eaten since lunch the day before. Getting up, you strip your clothes as gentle as possible because of your fingers and softly cry out at the sensation of cloth rubbing your wounds. Dropping the cloths on the bank, you rub your back gently and rub the dirt on yourself into the water. The small flecks running downstream faster than you can blink. Your body feeling the heavy tide push harder, but you dont mind it. Not caring. Not anymore.

Eventually you get out, wringing the clothes out gently, and keeping yourself from squeezing too hard. Your hands a very, very heavy handicap at the moment. Using some of the cloth, you tear it with your teeth and tie your fingers individually, hoping to keep most things from hurting you as you walk downstream.

You forget the blood on the dirt from where you slept, but something smells it. And it decides it’s too good to pass up.