#Varry?

[badsalmonella]

This costume is SO nice 😩👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 THE DETAIL WORK (x)

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 2

Part one

Steve doesn’t sleep that night. It’s a bad idea to put them both on the bench, and Munson was spiraling. He’d let him sleep until morning, and then they’d have the worst team huddle Steve’s ever been a part of and get the fuck out of here.

When Munson’s breathing finally evens out, Steve rolls onto his back, batting the dangling sleeve of his letterman jacket out of his face. Munson rolls, throwing his arm atop Steve’s calves and cuddling them to his chest. Steve lets him be.

The feel of his breath shifting the fabric of his jeans is almost comforting. Even if it’s just Munson, he’s not alone here.

He’s less alone than he ever has been, here of all places.

It’d been instinct, when the fear hit, to drag Munson into the closet and hunker down. That’s what he’s always done–hide away. It’s not usually this quiet when he’s in here.

Without thought, Steve reaches out to clasp Muson’s spindly ankle in his hand. Munson snuffles in his sleep, but doesn’t wake. Steve resolves to wait out the night.

Except it never gets lighter. Time’s passed, he’s pretty sure, but the light stays that same muted red that gives him the creeps. Maybe the quiet is making him crack up just like Munson? Maybe the stress of the night has thrown off his internal clock? Maybe it’s been ten minutes, and he’s getting short of breath and panicky for no reason at all.

It takes lifetimes for Munson to wake up. 

He snuffles again before shoving Steve’s calves away from himself and launching into an upright position, whacking his face into Steve’s hanging clothes. Munson makes an undignified squawking noise. Steve’s still just trying to breathe.

“Steve?” Munson whispers. “Are you having a nightmare?”

Steve continues to not breathe as Munson bends over him to shake his shoulders, eyes wide. He doesn’t know how to tell him that this just happens sometimes, where the air goes all wrong but only for him.

“It’s still dark out,” he says. It almost comes out normal, like he’s commenting on the weather and not the horrible lighting of the hellscape they’ve landed in amidst an acute episode of not breathing.

“Are you still tired?” Musons asks. “Hungry? Thirsty? What’s happening here, are you dying?” His words trip over themselves in his haste to spit them in Steve’s face.

“Munson, we didn’t wake up.” He laughs, feels half cracked. “The sky’s still fucking red.”

Munson stares at him, mouth hanging open, eyebrows scrunched. He reaches out his hand, and pinches the loose skin of Steve’s wrist hard between his fingers.

“Ow!” It’s not Steve that says it. 

Munson pulls his hand back, shaking it. Steve can barely make out the way the pinky finger on his hand is at an unnatural angle, bulbous in the diluted light.

Something snaps back into place at the sight. His lungs fill and empty like they’re supposed to. He pushes Munson out of the way, ignoring the way he curses as he forces his way out of safety.

It’s a little lighter in his bedroom, but it’s all still red. 

Munson stumbles out after him. Steve grabs his shoulder and shoves him to his bed, pushing him to a seated position. 

“At least buy me dinner first,” Munson says, voice breathy and shaking.

Steve ignores him, kneeling down at his feet to examine his finger in better light. 

It’s dislocated, pulled cleanly from the socket and given time to swell around the injury. It’s going to be a bitch to pop back in. Steve walks back to his closet, grabs a shirt, and throws it into Munson’s face.

“Put this in your mouth.”

“Excuse m–”

Steve kneels back in front of him, grabbing his injured hand and pulling it up to the other boy’s face. “This is going to hurt like a bitch to fix. We can’t afford to have you screaming, Munson.” He picks the shirt up from where it fell in Munson’s lap and holds it up tauntingly. “Bite down.”

Munson does. Steve brings his attention back to his hand, wincing in sympathy. He grabs the injured finger just above the knuckle, grimacing at the whine Munson lets out. He wrenches it back in place, hears it pop almost wetly back in its socket. Munson doesn’t scream–he gasps.

“Sorry, no ice,” Steve says. He’s in triage mode, half-remembered modules from high school health class and first aid training for lifeguarding duty running though his mind. “I think we should wrap it and maybe, like, hold your hand above your head? I think it helps with blood flow.”

“Thank you, Dr. Harrington.” It’s clearly supposed to be sarcastic, but Munson’s teeth are clenched, uninjured hand gripping tightly at Steve’s shirt.

Steve doesn’t comment. He moves into his en suite bathroom, shuffling through drawers until he finds one of the cloth headbands he stole from his Mother. It’s a dark maroon–a perfect fit for Munson’s whole goth vibe.

“Pressure should keep the swelling down,” he says as he carefully wraps the finger as tight as he dares. 

“Fuck fine,” Musons says. He pushes Steve back, less with a shove and more with the sheer force of his gesturing hands. “What now?”

Well, then. Time for the worst Team huddle in existence.

Part 3

[semisocialporcupine]

Drew @coralkrill’s varry because i love him

Why is he so big

[zombiedeers]

another new oc !! there is nothing wrong with her at all guys he's fine

[ravenlilyrose]

The eternal conflict between:

“The most interesting thing in a literary sense would be tragedy and a fate worse than death”

And

“I just want everyone to be happy and chaotic and go to the same cafe every Tuesday and adopt a cat or dog and maybe a few kids.”

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

so in MY game of Veilguard, when you play rock paper scissors with Manfred, he ONLY throws paper while my Rook will throw all 3. which i thought was very funny like… son, someday i will teach you the other two.

but APPARENTLY it’s different in other peoples games with manfred able to throw more or rook being the limited one so let’s see what the spread is here poll time

[asexxxualerotica]

OC Muse List

~Dungeons & Dragons Muses~

Asterion Labrynthia: Minotaur prince in banishment from his kingdom. Quiet and gentle despite the great power and strength he wields. On a path of vengeance to avenge his killed parents.

Branwen Black: Ranger from the far north, raised and taught by an elite squad of mercenaries and huntsmen known as the Blackguard. Has a strangely innate connection to ravens and wolves.

Clover Brandyburke: Lagomore knight in service to a powerful archfey. On a quest to avenge his honor after his fiance left him on the altar. Serious and severe, and also naive to the mortal world.

Dariax Dendarrow: Goliath former bandit chief, abandoned after a disgraceful defeat to a young adventurer. Seeking to grow stronger to challenge the young adventurer again and defeat him.

The Devils of Emon: Based out of the Exandrian city of Emon, a band of adventurers named such for the surprisingly high number of tieflings in their crew.

Aquamarine: Tiefling rogue with ambitions to be the best thief in the region. Came to Emon and was immediately arrested for pickpocketing. Has an affinity for gems and trinkets.

Gamora Great-Bear: Orc warrior woman on a mission to find love, but just finding powerful monsters to defeat. Was similarly arrested, this time for exhibitionism, which she will do again.

Jeanne Ironwood: Woman driven by losses in her childhood to dragons. Trained by Percy DeRolo as an expert gunslinger and markswoman, and known for her cold and calculating demeanor.

Kyrie Targana: Tiefling performer who lost her arms to an abusive slaver. Was previously in a circus troupe with Omega and Thorne, and is now in a romantic relationship with Scourge.

Omega: Tiefling magician in a heated relationship with his succubus patron. Younger brother of Thorne. Definitely the most problem-attracting member of the crew.

Captain Scourge Maelstrom: Tiefling pirate captain and champion of the seas. Unofficial leader of the Devils, and the founding member. Captain of The Sea Devil, and tends to stay on his ship.

Thorne: Tiefling brawler known for getting drunk and getting into fights. Older brother of Omega. The most bristly member of the crew, often gets into fights with Jeanne late into the night.

Varris Alwyn: Tiefling warrior in loyal service to the Everlight. Seemingly ageless, and has a constant bet in the background by the rest of the Devils over whether he's really a dragon or an angel.

Verdant Wilde: Tiefling huntsman trained personally by Vex'ahlia DeRolo. Sent to Emon to keep an eye on things in Greystone Keep. Ended up forming a new adventuring crew alongside Jeanne.

Galatea the Golden-Scaled: Gladiatrix known for her gleaming golden battlekini. Left her life in the arena after repelling a raid on the city, seeing she could set out and do good elsewhere.

Jade Higurashi: Tiefling monk who was previously training to become a powerful sage for a local temple. After being thrown out, she turned to drinking and fighting to fill the gap they left.

Jaerik Aldraeyds: Changeling on a mission to find her true father in the Feywild. Unfortunately, her own naturally high libido and trend for falling to her enemy's lusts has delayed her quest incredibly.

Khadamori the Unbroken: Ulitharid warrior who was held in bondage by his own kin for most of his life. Eventually broke free and became a liberation leader, fighting to free slaves throughout the Underdark.

Korrin Vasailiis: Elven sorceress who made a deal with a demon to survive a horrible fate, and became a vampire in the process. Now on a quest to find new purpose, as her life is even longer than expected.

Lorelei Astolas: Tiefling lady of the night based out of Emon, a long-time rival and long-distance friend of the Ruby of the Sea. Known similarly as the Lady of Pearls for her pearlescent skintone.

Peregrine Weis: Tiefling warrior woman who was once a faithful weapon for a zealous church, but left when they murdered her wife. Now trying to make up for her loss, and find who she is without faith.

Riot Doomthighs: Goblin bard with a love for heavy metal music and a wild devotion to the death god Xyrnyxrys. Also known for wearing very suggestive (but still protective) armors during her performances.

Serena Clyffe: Former noble lady who fled her home after accidentally frying her would-be betrothed with lightning. Now on the run from the law, and experiencing the world for the first time. Absolutely loves storm chasing.

Terra Verdell: Wood elven druid who has never lived in high society and wants to experience all that she can of it. Left her home in the forests to seek fun. Has found plenty by way of encounters with monsters along the way.

Twilight Obsidia: Tiefling from the Shadowfell who left her abusive family to seek a better life. Currently trying to live her life as a witch in the woods, doing good for the locals and farmers.

Variax Frosthollow: White dragonborn warrior, strongest in his clan, with a destiny to become a true dragon. Was the son of a dragon himself, but was only a dragonborn rather than his true heir.

Velvetina Gingersnaps: Lagomore witch from the Feywild with a desire to see the world. Also with a desire to avoid all of the felonies and fines waiting for her in the Feywild for her past antics.

Wilder Evergreen: Tiefling-orc huntsman with a bone to pick with an archfey. Grew up in woods that neighbored the Feywild, and his sisters were taken when wandering in them. Out for blood.

Willow Wellmeadow: Lagomore druid settled in the mortal plane. Protector of the dense woodlands and warden of a portal to the Feywild. Tends to be kind and welcoming to visitors.

Xakos Duskwalker: Half-orc gunslinger and gunmaker. Studied in ancient artificing and restoration of mythical mechanisms. Had his research stolen and spread out, and is out to take it back.

Yora Vor'ziira: Dark elf rogue who was kept as a slave by her own kind and forced to fight in bloody combats. Was eventually helped free by a human slave, and now wanders the surface world seeking a home.

Zhekhar O'Shevaqt: Efreet lord, master of slaves and of coin in the City of Brass. Known for being incredibly charismatic and devilishly handsome. Also known for spoiling his toys utterly rotten.

Zurrak Hellbellows: Red Dragon, often in a human guise. Considered the King of Dragons, and reigns from a long-dormant volcano he has fashioned into a castle. Intent on conquest, and claiming more wealth.

[javaberrychip1998]

*opens third eye*

Elphaba and Glinda fit the “blonde ‘good’ character refuses to run off with their dark-haired, morally-questionable bff/lover” trope

[sunnydayaoe]

Hey anyone have ideas for Duo names for Fresh and CB [platonic ship name. best friend name. I unno. mcyt... I need my duo names... [doesn't need duo in it]]

[cosmokrill]

Guess who I haven't drawn in a while...

"I'm still not over the blender incident, you know. You should make a habit of sleeping with one eye open in the near future~"

- V

[candyopals]

x

OURS

post-canon part 1 [wip]

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opal learns they don't know what consistency is decided to post the sketch of part 1 to see if there was any interest in my silly side story. tbh i want to finish it regardless but yknow, support helps ~

[quillpokebiology]

Gengar Facts

-The scientific name for Gengar is "Umbra hominis." Umbra means shadow, while hominis means man. The translation for this is "Shadow man"

-Gengar don't have any bones; just muscle

-There are many theories stating that the Gengar line is related to the Clefable line. However, this is not true. Clefable are a species that originated from space, and Gengar is a Pokemon that originates from our world. Gengar looking like Clefairy is just a coincedence

-There are theories stating that Gengar can travel to the spirit worlds of other dimensions

-A lot of people are worried about Gengar stealing your soul, even if they like you and trust you. But don't worry; these have only happened a few times and only when that specific Gengar was especially aggressive or mean. Unless it's harmless pranks, most Gengar won't even lay a finger on their trainer

-But Gengar do tend to be more aggressive in Alola

-While the relationship between a lot of spiritual Pokemon is unknown, Gengar's connection to other pokemon is especially confusing especially once you take in their gas form. The closest thing we think they're related to is potentially muk, being that they're both amoprhus poison types

-Gengar absorb peoples heat for two reasons: the first is being that they get cold easily but have trouble providing their own heat, and the second is because it usually ends up scaring the person

(Art by mei ford on Danbooru)

-While then eating souls is pretty well known, they also eat Colbur berries, Persim berries, Shuca berries, Payapa berries, Kasib berries, and Colbur berries. But being poison type, they also like anything bitter

-When threatened by anything stronger than them, Gengar will raise the spikes on their back to appear more intimidating

-Gengar don't like being alone and will constantly search for other humans or Pokemon if they ever are

-Gengar will copy the expressions and mannerisms of the people and Pokemon they like. This isn't them trying to mock them, but just their way of getting to know them better (headcanon from @unofficial-pokedex )

-In therapy situations, Gengar are mostly used for eating nightmares and emotional support

-Unlike the rest of the Ghastly line, Gengar actually have a bit of fur on them

[keyblack]

Everyone loves the Big Damn Heroes moment.

For full context, you can check out all the recordings of The Rise of Balxiros over at KaleiWorks.net!

@kaleidraws

[mischievousmoony]

i cant keep wanting to write fics about james and reader as parents when i dont know a thing about children !! no i dont have writers block but i cant write because i have to find out if a stroller aged kid can even talk or not. and also what is stroller age

[heycerulean]

cw: family bullshit (syTP-TC post)

"...I've been thinking, recently." "Oh? That's a nice change." "Varri-" "No, no. Let's hear it. Let's hear what you were thinking, Kas. For once in your life." "...I got an offer. Sytzetriae consideration, Bachelor's confirmed. And I'm going to take it." "Mm. Yeah, no the hell you aren't. What the hell would you even be studying?" "Applied Cast Mechanics. Aeronautic specialization." "Aeronautic- this again? Me and your Vanni have told you time and time again, we're not supporting you working on this false advertising space-fairing bullshit-" "Varri-" "Don't Varri me, Kas! You're barely even my son. All the shit you put me through, you don't get to call me that. As long as you're living under this roof and off of my money, you're helping with my business and-" "Well maybe i'm not going to be living under your roof much longer!" "Like you would ever be able to source the funds to go rent somewhere in this economy-" *The phone on the wall rings. Once. Twice. It's buzzing is oppressive in the space of this kitchen.* *Kas storms over to answer it.* "Metis-Avele household." "Put it on speaker." "What?" "Put the damn phone on speaker, Kas." "Fine. This is the Metis-Avele household, Kas speaking. How can I help you?" "Kas, hey. Varri giving you trouble aga-" "She's on the line." "Oh. Mm. Hi, Letze Avele." "...Hello, Ielo." "...Right. Anyway, Kas, obviously. You can stay here for as long as you need, it's not a problem. Mox is asking if you'll be here in time for dinner because they don't want to make too little, so-" "Thank you, Ielo, but we're kind of busy at the moment. I'll talk to you when I get there. I'll be there in time for supper." *Kas hangs up the phone.* "...Not under your roof anymore, then." "...You insubordinating little bitch, Kas- do you expect your vanni to approve of this? Do you think he's going to be proud his son's off couchsurfing and-" "No son of his, or yours. Not anymore. I'm off to pack." "Don't you dare close that door-" *self explanatory slam.*

[parachutingkitten]

The urge to give one of my romantic leads a violent gaping wound in their side that gushes blood everywhere and have their potential love interest watch before rushing to help them is so friggin strong-