#all i need is one chance

[rotating-hyperfixations]

Things learned from the Yellowjackets trailer: I need Courtney Eaton, Ella Purnell or Simone Kessell biblically and in a way that is detrimental to my psychological wellbeing.

[formulakracing]

alexa, play that should be me by justin beiber

[sapphiroth]

I have turned at least 3 people into wwe fans just by showing them pictures and gifs of Rhea Ripley

many such cases but unfortunately for me it was actually The Undertaker

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[lazylittledragon]

hello i am sick and it's been too long since dadstarion

also bonus pages for my lovely patronis

[thebrainrotsreal]

Eve, Kate, Mark and Rex! Nailing some ideas down on how I wanna draw them in the future, and enjoying messing with their designs like usual! Not a fix-it whatsoever just fun + ref for the future! I cannot do realistic styles so translating them into something I can do while still being recognizable is peak. I will mess with Rex's suit more. Trust. I Kate so much now. Look at her <333333

[kxsagi]

“𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚”

a/n: i am so down bad for dante sparda (mainly the version of him in the new netflix anime)

not only is he OP, white-haired, muscular, ripped, and tall, he’s also funny, sarcastic, protective, caring, and mine

(i am not lying when i tell you i binge watched the entire season 1, 8 episodes in one sitting and it took 3.5 hours)

definitely suggestive content inside btw!

the motel room smells like cheap smoke and cheaper whiskey. the walls are paper-thin, the flickering neon light from the “VACANCY” sign outside bleeding through the curtains like a pulsing headache. you’d almost rather be back in that alley surrounded by demon guts. almost. 

dante lounges on the bed like he owns the place. boots kicked off, jacket discarded, and shirt peeled halfway up his torso, showing off a slash across his ribs that’s still bleeding. of course, the smug bastard doesn’t even flinch because he can heal himself. 

you drop the med kit on the table with a hard thunk. 

“you wanna explain why you dropped in like a dramatic ex during my mission?” you ask, tone sharp. “or do you just enjoy ruining my night?” 

he grins, slow and infuriating. “missed me, sweetheart?” 

“missed the way you swing in late, steal my kills, and leave me cleaning up your mess? yeah. like a migraine.” 

he sits up, wincing slightly as he does. “c’mon, don’t be like that. i did save your ass.” 

“i had it handled.” 

“sure you did.” he pats the bed next to him. “now come on. patch me up before i start bleeding on these nice sheets.” 

you snort. “did you forget that you can heal yourself? plus, the sheets are already stained. pretty sure someone died on this mattress last week.” 

“perfect ambiance for us then.” 

despite every instinct screaming at you to leave him to suffer, you grab the whiskey and some gauze and make your way over. kneeling beside him, you press the rag against the wound, maybe a little rougher than necessary. 

he hisses through his teeth, eyes flashing. “you mad at me or just into pain?” 

“depends. you like it rough, sparda?” 

his gaze locks on yours. heat rolls off him like a storm. “with the right person? always.” 

your breath catches in your throat, but you don’t let it show. not entirely. instead, you press harder against the wound, watching his muscles tense beneath your fingers. 

“tell me,” you say, voice lower now. “do you flirt with every hunter who tries to kill you?” 

“just the ones who make it interesting.” 

you should roll your eyes. should finish patching him up and walk away like none of this is getting under your skin. but it is. he’s cocky and reckless and stupidly attractive in that bad decision kind of way, the kind that ends with broken furniture and bruised lips. 

your hands drift lower, fingers brushing against the edge of his belt as you check for more injuries. 

he leans in, breath warm against your ear. “you gonna keep touching me like that, or are you just teasing?” 

you glance at him. “if i said i was teasing?” 

he grins, eyes dark. “then i’d say tease harder.” 

you’re close. too close. his hand comes up, slow and deliberate, thumb grazing your cheek like a challenge. you lean in, not kissing him yet, just hovering, letting the tension coil tighter. 

“you’re dangerous,” you murmur. 

“baby,” he says, voice low, “i’m the safest bad decision you’ll ever make.” 

the space between you snaps. your lips crash into his, all heat and teeth and frustration. his hand tangles in your hair, the other gripping your hip, dragging you onto his lap like he’s been waiting all night for this moment. 

you grind down, and he groans against your mouth. 

"fuck. been thinking about this since that warehouse job,” he mutters, lips trailing down your jaw. “you remember that? when you nearly stabbed me?” 

“you deserved it.” 

he chuckles, low and rough. “probably.” 

his mouth finds your throat, kissing a line down to your collarbone. your hands fumble at the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head, tossing it aside like it’s in the way (because it is). your fingers trace the fresh bandage, then drift lower, skimming over his abs. 

“you really gonna fuck me on a bullet wound?” you ask, teasing. 

“you really gonna stop me?” 

his tone is cocky, but there’s something feral behind it. like he needs this. needs you. not just for release, but to feel alive again after facing death one too many times. maybe you need it too. 

you roll your hips again, lips barely brushing his. “say please.” 

he huffs a breathy laugh. “you’re evil.” 

“and you like it.” 

he kisses you like he’s proving a point. like he’s staking a claim. and maybe he is. 

you lose track of time after that. your bodies move in sync, messy and desperate and addictive. somewhere between kisses and muttered curses, you forget why you hated him in the first place. 

when it’s over, you’re tangled in sheets that smell like smoke and sweat and something almost like satisfaction. 

you lay there for a moment, catching your breath, heart pounding against his chest. 

“so,” dante says, voice muffled against your shoulder, “you still mad at me?” 

“depends.” 

“on?” 

you glance at him, smirking. “how fast you can recover.” 

he laughs, a real one this time. deep and warm and stupidly charming. 

“baby,” he murmurs, “you’re gonna kill me.” 

“that’s the plan.”

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n #2: this part had me in a chokehold so bad, i know bro is on the verge of dying here but i sent this pic to all my friends and they had nothing appropriate to say

[tsumuus]

“realistically i wouldn’t be able to pull anyone in haikyuu”

be so fucking fr bc most of these boys are absolute fucking losers (apart from like oikawa and the miyas who, yk are canonically popular) and have probably never even been close to getting w a girl

like sure some characters like kageyama, kuroo, and tsukki are canonically handsome but they’re still lowkey losers lol

that being said, i am plotting 50000 different ways to make atsumu mine wbu

[dehlizalah]

ohmyfughinggahd holy shit wwhatohmygof

[its-teeem]

Me too. (⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠)

basil please don't go to dorian's house he is going to kill you!! we should just go to france together and you should give me a chance one chance please please please please please please please ple

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital drawing of riz gukgak from fantasy high. in the front is a relatively small drawing of riz juggling books that are falling out of his hand and a phonecall, and he has a huge backpack on. he looks a bit overwhelmed, hair flying in all directions, and has a nervous smile on. in the background is a large shadow of riz, only one glowing eye and a shining gun visible. the background is red, giving an eerie feel. End ID]

Kill your best friend

Cheat your way to your rogue teacher

Announce your presidential campaign

Don't let them know how angry you are

LEARN TO RECOGNIZE A MONSTER

[suntails]

🌹⚔️

[eccentricmya]

The Valar's mistake did not lie in seeing a possibility of good in Melkor. Rather, their mistake lay in not seeing the equal possibility of him remaining evil.

[holyblanchett]

Thoughts......are being thunk.....

[gyrmirr]

can i tell you that i'm empty?

[roguedemonwatcher]

I think my biggest takeaway with this outcome is that I now question why Predathos’ release was centered so heavily on the fate of the gods when you can (and ultimately did) just make the argument that keeping Predathos sealed in Ruidius is untenable. Because the players clearly couldn’t give the dilemma of the gods weight with the characters they were playing, try as they might - their indecision on the matter speaks to this. The decision to face Predathos ultimately ends up being a tepid "well, we can't just leave it here for someone else to get to." It begs the question of why every conversation up until this point centered on the gods when that really didn't even end up factoring into the decision to confront it?

To be clear, regardless, going in does effect the gods. If they can't control it or kill it now this will irrevocably change the pantheon of Exandria. But there's a decent argument that the detrimental effects of Predathos on Exandria, even sealed, especially exacerbated by Ludinus' actions now, warranted the risk of trying to get rid of it (though ideally with more, ya know, forethought and conviction).

Because yeah, the constant cycle of Ruidiusborn being made and drawn to it, Molyssmyr getting fucked through mere contact with it, the tyranny of the Weavemind on Ruidians, resentful anti god mortals trying to replicate what Ludinus did (to say nothing of Ludinus own lingering contingencies), even the decision to remove a chunk of Exandria with civilization on it to seal it up are all like reason enough to be like - ok, but what if we didn’t have this fucked up hungry void chilling next to Exandria?

Keeping it sealed might be the solution the Accord and most of the gods want (and they should've lingered on that thought more in game, even if it's clearly cooler to go in), but I would buy that Bell's Hells, party with two Ruidiusborn, who have been to the moon and met Ruidians trapped by it's influence, who suffered greatly during Ludinus attempt to unseal it, would want to stop this from ever happening again, even if it risks the gods should they fail.