#a miracle

[hai1ne]

It’s unlikely that he’ll be in Veilguard but a man can dream.

Haven’t drawn my favourite homeless man in four years. And the other drawing was horrendous I have finally done him justice (hehe)

[violetdisasterzone]

WAKE UP Y'ALL SCUM VILLAIN IS ALIVE

this was posted on svsss japan's official twt account this morning in celebration of Shen Qingqiu's birthday

[quilteddreamz]

Be fed.

Come gather my fearful ao3 friends! Come indulge in what I have salvaged from the flames!

Fic below:

"Not A Morning Person"

Part 1/3

Your closed lids scrunch as sunlight casts over them, harsh against your waking mind, you turn. hiding away in a plush pillow. 

Mornings were your nemesis. Your mind, sluggish to wake, dreading leaving the warmth of your sanctum. Sounds of birds and the world bustling outside weren’t enough to convince you it was worth it. The warmth carried a lulling comfort, ready to take your mind under again. 

Silicon brushed against the bottom of your foot. You retract your foot back into the warmth, hiding away from whatever had disturbed it. You groan in discontent, nuzzling your face further into the pillow.

Static crackles in a soft chortle. 

Silicon hands return to cup your cheeks, one lifting your head from the pillow.

“No,” You whine, pulling back. You weasel your head under the covers, curling up in a grumpy ball

“Sunshine, “ Sun sings, softly. You could feel him tugging on the duvet. “The birds are singing-”

“No.”

“The sun is shining-“

“Go away.”

“And you-“ The duvet is roughly pulled up, revealing your groggy eyes, “-need to brush your hair,” His grin widened at your disheveled state.

The duvet is tossed to the end of the bed, better revealing your frown. You flip over onto your stomach, face down into the mattress. 

Your sanctum is stolen, ripped away by the beaming Sun. But that wouldn’t stop you from lazing around.

Sun huffed. The bed dipped beside you. Hands looped under your waist, lifting. You gripped the fitted sheet like a bristling cat.

“Don’t act like a toddler,” Sun chided. He did a sharp tug, breaking your hold. 

Sun shifted to sit on his calves, holding you like a doll in his lap. Your head rested against his chest chasm, faintly hearing the whirring of mechanical life. 

His hands rubbed your sides, another futile attempt to cure your drowsiness.

“My, my, you're awfully tired this morning, Sunshine,” He mumbled.

His hand cupped under your chin, angling your head back slightly.  Cold fingers petted the dark circles under your eyes. His smile twitched.

“What time did you fall asleep?” 

You stilled. Truth sat bitterly on your tongue. You swallowed and lied: “The usual time.”

“Mhm,” His upturned eyes tilted. He unfurled his leg and stepped off the bed, taking you with him. Your legs wrapped around his torso, feet barely touching. His strides are long as he takes further from where you want to be.

Passing the hall mirror shows you how unbelievable your lie was. Below your tired eyes were dark, soot-like circles. Pale skin painted your normal vibrance. You looked dull at best— worst a zombie.

The kitchen held the faint scent of Sun’s cooking, yet looked spotless. You swore the robot was incapable of causing a mess.

You’re lowered down at the table. Your heavy eyes blink at the eggs in front of you. Cold and sad. They had sat here a while.

Sheepishly you smile, “Thank you.”

“Of course, Sunshine!” Sun peppily replied, though from the way his hands clenched the back of your chair, you doubted it was genuine. “I’ll go make you a coffee.” His bells jingled as he walked to the counter.

You picked at the eggs with a fork, watching the cold yolk run free. Guilt mixed with your tiredness. You hadn’t meant to stay up late. It wasn’t your fault your favourite show was running a marathon late into the AMs. Now you held the ire of the animatronic— and likely his brother as well.

Taking a bite your guilt grew. It tasted wonderful.

Jingling bells had you lift your head. Sun returned with a steaming mug, setting it down. You thanked him, softly blowing on it.

You sipped— face twisting at the harsh bitterness. The sugar Sun normally added was missing. You nearly spit, but Sun’s taut grin stopped you. 

“Good?” 

You nodded, perusing your lips.

This was going to be a hard day.

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Hope y'all enjoyed! Part 2 should be up tonight or tomorrow on ao3. If ao3 is not up it will be on here :3

If you have time later go give this a kudo on ao3! it's in my linktree.

Hope you all have a wonderful day/night 💜

[stranger-comet]

The boy!!

[tygertygerfoggybright]

randomfoggytiger Announcement: I'M BACK, BABY!

(Credit to: ?)

GUESS WHO'S BACK on @randomfoggytiger????

(Thanks to @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure for letting me know ASAP.)

A record 24-some hours. Wow. Wonders never cease.

[frogaroundandfindout]

Titans #24

[nenehyuuchiha]

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Leslie Thompkins, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Leslie Thompkins, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Sasha | Scarlet Additional Tags: Brothers, Blood, Reconciliation, Red Hood - Freeform, Nightwing - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, You were always the Golden Boy, appearances by Superman and Impulse II, cameos by Static and Bulleteer, Everybody loves Dick Grayson, Angst, Rage, you made a choice, Parenting, Wally West is the worst combat therapist, also featuring cameo by Shazam!, Families of Choice, Alfred and Leslie taught Bruce how to be a parent, which might explain a lot, gratuitous canon, Now with added Batman, now with possibly too much Batman, what even is an antihero anyway?, insufferable big brother jason todd, the girls are sadly only in the epilogue Summary:

For all the blood on his hands, Red Hood was never just a villain. And Nightwing never gives up on family, not for good.

(Or: The one where Dick bleeds a lot and Jason argues with everybody.)

[seaofolives]

🎭 #torokatober2024 day 17/31: harmony 🎻

Breaths in sync. Hearts pounding in a rhythm as their bodies slide against each other.

The strain between Trowaʼs thighs drives his head back and he groans. Quatre leans into his neck to drink his sweat in thirsty kisses. Heʼs almost there. Almost there…

“Quatre,” he grunts, looking at him through misty eyes. “Iʼm so close…!”

“No.” Fire flashes in Quatre’s icy gaze when he grasps Trowaʼs jaw and shakes his head. “With me, Trowa. With me.”

“With you…” Trowa echoes him in hot breaths.

Their mouths meld together again, Trowa grabbing Quatre by his hips to match his motions.

find the list of prompts here!

[natolesims]

Pumpkin spice and everything nice 🍁🍂

[rust-painted-fingers]

Day 6 ... Fae/ Bargain

The street was loud and bright, making Techno want to turn back and huddle in his cabin and live in blissful ignorance. Unfortunately, the consequence of his actions have been getting annoying to deal with. Attempts to end his life are not new, but they haven't taken up space in his head ever since he took his first soul. Now, he has to stuff his rucksack with enough potions to kill an average man.

Techno didn't like brewing, and brewing didn't like him, so the situation has gotten to the point where he's inconvenienced.

Not that he needs over a thousand brews, but Techno doesn't believe one can be over prepared.

And so here he is, moving through the sea of people and praying his informant didn't feed him false information just to mess with him.

It's happened before, and the only reason he's still breathing is the simple fact Foogle knows his worth.

A hundred steps straight and twenty to the right, you'll find someone who can help, was his directions, Techno thought grimly as he stared at the damp alley. A hundred steps completed from the startpoint, and twenty left.

All in all, it wasn't a bad alley. It was damp and musty sure, but there wasn't a million shards of glass strewn or bursting trash [cans]. Dark as an alley in the middle of the city can be, which was suspiciously dark, nothing called out to Techno.

He sighed, walking into the alley. It was probably Foogle fucking with him again, and when he came back he'd conveniently have his [salvation], shielding him from any sharp knives.

Well, at least now he knows what the city looks like, and won't have to come back ever again, he thought as he took the final step.

Deteriorating brick and stained cement suddenly melted away to reveal a green clearing in the midst of a forest. The trees were marked in patterns with what looked like leaves, and small mushroom rings enclosed them.

Techno froze.

Nothing jumped out at him, and a glance down showed no mushroom ring. He let out a breath but kept his body alert. He still had no way of escape, and would have to rely on the grace of the fae that greeted him to let him go.

Thank you Foogle, now he doesn't even have a gift to offer.

"Hello there mate."

It was only the years of fending off his murder attempts that had him repress a flinch.

"Hello," Techno greeted back, polite as ever, fae or not.

They were pale, translucent at the edges where the scenery bled green. Long blond hair that reached the floor from where they sat criss cross. Unfortunately, he was nude, which meant Techno was forced to gaze at their face instead of his usual evading tacticts.

"Are you Techno?"

Usually he aced social interactions, he had enough of a backlog now to cross check.

But, this was the first time he talked to a fae, and they usually had a whole 'nother set of rules that Techno wasn't too keen on learning.

"Uhh, most people call me that, yeah."

The fae hummed, "And the rest?"

Ok and look, he's not dumb alright? Any other day, with at least a week beforehand in prep, he could ace this. The whole idea of fae is based on manipulating language and Techno's gotten pretty good at it himself. However, he was expecting to wade back into a crowd of people in the direction of Foogle where he'd get what he needed and end the night with a dog or two cuddling him.

So excuse him for being a bit blunt.

"Imma be honest I don't have a gift and wasn't really expecting to find anything, so if we could re schedule to maybe a month from now I would really appreciate it. I'll even bring twice as many offerings of whatever you want, promise."

Halfway through his ramble Techno realized he probably should have been more polite about it all, but if worse comes to worse he didn't come empty handed. If this fae is important to Foogle he should have thought twice before sending him blind.

A bright spark of laughter made his tense muscles tense even further, which could apparently happen.

"Reschedule! Am I such an inconvenience, or are you that vain?" The question was accompanied with a sharp smile, but Techno suddenly wasn't afraid.

Maybe he was actually worse at social cues than he thought, but he thinks the fae relaxed.

"Neither? Ok maybe you're a little inconveniencing, but so am I! We're inconveniencing each other, so why don't we both set a date where we're more prepared?"

The fae let out another bark of laughter.

Techno grinnned.

"Am I wrong? I don't like people breaking into my home, I'm sure you don't either. Usually I politely escort them out so I'm just saving both of us the trouble."

"How are you this fearless? Have the fae really lost all respect?" The fae asked, head held up by a forearm propped on his knee. They stopped laughing but a gleam shined bright in their eye.

"Oh no, you're still feared and revered, promise. And I'm not fearless, I just figure if I wanna make a proper deal I should probably bring something to trade."

Techno questioned whether he made a mistake when the air became heavier, colder, and the feral grin was hidden behind an arm.

All he could see was bright gleam, almost rivaling the sun.

"A deal?"

Techno cleared his throat, trying to keep his lungs from collapsing. "Yup."

"Hmmm," the fae tilted their head, leaving only one glimmering eye visible, "You've certainly got guts, coming here unprepared and asking for favours before even offering anything."

Techno was seconds away from pulling one of his potions, nerves shot up at the oppressive atmosphere when the fae fluidly stood up.

"Two weeks from this hour I'll be expecting you," they called over their shoulder.

"And I expect a basket of fresh plums," they added on, spinning around to give one devilish smile before vanishing.

Or, vanished Techno from the dimension, as he was suddenly plopped into the dank alley with suspicious puddles.

"Well, that could have gone worse," Techno muttered, patting himself to take inventory.

Everything was transported with him, and considering he only had to buy some plums—

Techno stilled.

It was the middle of winter.

He almost started questioning whether the fae was aware of his dimesion's season and what fruit was out of season, or if they just really like plums, but Techno sighed and started the trek back home.

He'd have to make a pit stop at Niki's to ask about her garden, and the possibility of adding a plum tree to the nursery.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

ROIER QUACKITY IRL STREAM IN 2 HOURS???? WHAT

[winxwiki]

what I predicted would happen finally happened right for the 20th anniversary month: season 8's artstyle is slowly being killed and the magazine has been renovated. the caption says "all new magazine" and "let's celebrate the 20 years of winx". I will definitely buy this, so the marketing worked

is this a return to form? is this a celebratory issue and nothing more? i can't see them going back to the s8 artstyle, even though they STILL refused to let it go for the bundled gadget (a led light up diary), yet they chose classic style enchantix to celebrate the anniversary, and we know they know it's the most beloved fairy form

(strange they didn't celebrate with base form/charmix that started it all, like they've done so far on other celebratory artwork, i guess they listened that it was a bit tiring) (or they wanted to match s8 enchantix to introduce the old style back again)

source is Winx Club Forever Italia (of course)

[zhouxiangs]

happy yimsol in the same shot day for those who celebrate

[sadcena]

WE ARE GETTING RHYTHM HEAVEN AND TOMODACHI LIFE!!!!!! I think I'm gonna pass out

[madredhattie]

Two days of ECCC down, two more to go! Had an absolute blast yesterday hanging out with friends and going to the Pokemon meetup (which is the most fun I've ever had at a meetup; shout out to the hilarity of the all-ace table just forming naturally). Hoping to see some more folks today and chilling - I'll be uploading pictures after the con's done!