#and goodness was that a beautiful sight!

[hikinghydaelyn]

"My travels through Mor Dhona have become curiouser and curiouser. Though the wildlife leaves much to be desired, the landscape is unlike anything I'd seen before.

For an example, I left through a different exit today, and came upon a tower made entirely of crystal! Never before had I seen a sight so breathtaking, especially with it aglow in the moonlight. Perhaps I'll get some insight on this tower soon, goodness knows I'm curious!"

- Excerpt from Nanari's Log, Entry: "Mor Dhona and the Crystal Tower"

[canisalbus]

Was in the mountains of Abruzzo, IT recently and found this dog who looked like Vasco

Hah, a wild Vasco sighting! And an extremely close match at that.

[wildstar25]

Honeymoon pt.2 - Urqopacha

"To call the Pelupelu merchants insistent would be putting it lightly. T'was a fair bargain all things considered. Two onzes of yerba mate and eight of coffee beans should last us a moon or two upon our return to Old Sharlayan."

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[bacchuschucklefuck]

bard!riz is so important to me bc the kind of character he would be if the truth-fear balance tips all the way to fear esp. bc he takes so much pride in canon in the fact that his parents are brave badass people and he's following their footsteps. but also bc I have so much fun thinking abt bard!kipperlilly

[fictionadventurer]

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[she-karev]

GIACOMO GIANNIOTTI as ELIA Inganno/Deceitful Love 2024 (Season 1 Episode 1)

[mheartofjoy]

۝𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔐𝔢۝

[moonchild-in-blue]

Thank you for the tag @dearscone!! This was due a million years ago and got lost on my drafts oof.

Share the first 10 songs of your On Repeat playlist

(i don't use Spotify so i'm taking these from my Replay Mix on YT)

(apologies for the lack of variety. you see i have a serious case of Brain Rot)

10 songs so let me tag 10 people lmao (no pressure though): @corviisquire (is this the right blog? should i tag the other one?? hm) @hookedhobbies @lifemod17 @polteergeistt @elkkiel @sleep-token @sleeby-vessel @eepymonstrr @murderofcrow @whataboutyouisamascot

[lady-merian]

Maybe a Christian fiction writer just needs to tell the truth. Then tell a better truth.

[the-river-runs]

My best friend Fandom has once again returned and asked me to post to Tumblr for her! Once again, I have permission to post this video and all edits were done by Fandom (http.redshoes on Instagram)

These memes are all based on Cryptid Sightings by @naffeclipse

She has a lot to say this time around!

A message from Fandom:

"Hello Naff!! And hello everyone :D

It’s me, your girl, your local meme and edit maker, Fandom (aka http.redshoes on Insta 😎)

I’ve come back to make another meme comp for you guys! I wanted to make this earlier, but:

1. I was busy saving/collecting ATSV content on Instagram like Pok��mon to getting noticed twice by Jack in the Box ☺️

2. I had to create an Ao3 account (understandably ofc AI theft sucks) and was um. You know… being silly in the comment section 👀 (please don’t mind me if you ever stumble upon them - I react and appreciate the stuff I enjoy in weird ways 💔)

3. Was waiting for my friend here to finish reading so I didn’t spoil anything in the memes! We both loved the series so much and man. The Naff do be eclipsing fr in releasing chapters left and right biggest round of applause for one of my favorite authors here 👏👏👏

Naff, you did such a great job writing this fanfic. I’m going to repeat myself from the comment section BUT you need to give yourself a pat on the back, relax, take a break - just reward yourself. You deserve it all and I hope that you take care of yourself for all the hard work you’ve done 💞💞💞

I’ve also included the lovely artist themselves, @themeeplord , again in one of my meme comps.

It’s only one meme but dang they always draw Eclipse to be getting that gain 💪💪💪 (bc of how muscular he is haha.) Mad respect to all of the drawings they create - they’re always a banger to see.

(Most of the memes surround the last episode + epilogue so if you haven’t read those chapters LOOK ‼️ AWAY ‼️ Don’t get spoiled 🤯)

(P.S. for the imagine scenario that’s not a meme, this is what they’re saying in the audio:

“[Amused] You can hear their heartbeats? Come on, that’s a little far fetched.”

“[Soft chuckling] I can hear yours too… Your heart’s beating pretty fast.”

I’d like to think this would take place around the beginning of “The Episode Bedeviling Bodies,” where the Hunter is still trying to understand their dear friend and what they’re capable of. I thought it was fitting ngl and included it in the comp.

There were uh, more memes I wanted to include, but I’m running low on storage space atm. I’ll get back to making more after I’m done clearing that out ^^’)

(P.P.S. Okay I don’t have Tumblr obviously but 🕴️ apparently you guys really liked the SJ memes I made??? Because my friend’s been receiving notifs of it still??? Thank you so much you guys!! I didn’t really expect people to enjoy them that much 😭💘💘💘)

Now without further ado, enjoy the meme comp! >:D " -Fandom

[fayt30l0v3]

AGNI DEATH POSTING TIME!!! FUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!

On call with null and FUCCCKK!!! AGNI WAS STABBED WITH SEVEN KNIVES!!! SEVEN!!!! UGFF HUFF FHFH

Not to mention Polaris has a gun HE PROBABLY WAS SHOT TOO FUCKKKKK!!!!!

And not mention the fact that Agni was creamated to be put in the Ganges

FUCK!!! YANA WHEN I CATCH U YANA!!!

OHHHH YANA WHEN I CATCH YOU YANA!!!!!! YANA WHEN I CATCH YOU YANA!!!

ITS BEEN FOUR YEARS YANA ITS BEEN FOUR YEARS!!!!!!!

BRING THEM BACKKKKKKK!!!

[theicarusconstellation]

i should not let random people on the internet dictate how i feel about my writing i should not let random people on the internet dictate how i feel about my writing i should not let random people on the internet dictate how i feel about my writing i should not let random people on the internet dictate how i feel about my writing i should not let random people on the internet dictate how i feel about my writing

[saltydoesstuff]

Every Universe

"I love you." She uttered, barely above a whisper. "I love you in every universe." "Do we end up together in every universe?" He asked. "No," She replied, and the painful memories of those life times flashed behind her beautiful eyes as she reflected to the 'back then's. Yet, she smiled, "But I love you anyway, how could I not? My soul yearns for you, even before it had come to know you. It remembers, I remember." "Does it hurt?" She was silent for a moment, "A lifetime without you hurts more then a lifetime when we are not together." "I love you." He blurts out unthinkingly, desperate. He reaches out for her hand, taking it and holds it in both hands in a grounding grip. She looked down at their hands and smiled, relishing in the bitter sweetness. "I know." She confesses quietly. She held his hand tightly, trying to ignore the buzzing within her body- threatening to tear her apart atom by atom. "But you aren't mine. Not this time."

[silkjade]

i’m so used to genshin filler event quests that i thought hsr 2.4 was gonna be like that too …. but it’s not ???? O: omg i got so invested i played thru it all last night n now i have to wait one whole patch for the next part sobsob

[softquietsteadylove]

I have an idea for a thenamesh au.

Both of them are spies and one day their mission is to take out each other without them knowing it. In one mission Thena follows Gil discreetly and when Gil takes the elevator first she quickly changes her appearances and takes the elevator next but when she goes out Gil is right in front of her, smiling slightly and pulling out a photo of him from her jacket pocket. Then he pulls out a photo from her out of his pocket. And both realized they are each others target but both are impressed with each other. Maybe you can do something with it

A woman walks into a cafe. She gets in line behind a man.

The man is tall, has a broad back, wide shoulders. It's impossible to hide. His hands are in the pockets of his silky black bomber jacket. He shuffles forward as the line moves, just like everyone else, completely inconspicuous.

The woman looks up at him and then down at her phone. She types as she moves. The heels of her loafers click on the tile floor and her long trench coat sways with her movements.

"Next!"

The man in front of her orders quietly. He asks for a large coffee, black. The barista makes a joke about grinding the beans fresh that morning. The man laughs--it's a nice laugh.

The joke about beans is code. The goods the man is here to receive are ready. He'll receive them here. He hands over cash and steps aside, very quiet, very normal.

The woman steps forward. She puts her hand to her chin as she looks at the board behind the counter. She purses her lips, making sure to show off the rouge lipstick she has on, which matches the gloves on her hands. "What would you recommend?"

"Can't go wrong with a latte! Any special milk request?"

"No," she smiles, also pulling out cash. "I'll take it as is."

She slides to the side, waiting for her drink. The man is behind her now. She makes sure to flick her red hair over her shoulder as she goes back to her phone.

"Gil!"

The man comes forward. He nods and smiles, thanking them for the coffee. And he walks out, plain and simple. Her coffee takes just a moment longer--47 seconds longer, exactly.

She walks out of the cafe. As she crosses the threshold, she pulls off her beret and slips it into her purse. She looks both ways before turning right. As she does, leaves the purse on the back of an outside chair, taking only the smaller purse which contains her phone. The woman sitting there doesn't notice a thing.

The man is walking at a relaxed pace. He's tall but his steps aren't long; he's in no rush. He's easy to pick out in a crowd, from his height to his general physique and stature. He raises the cup to his lips every few minutes.

The morning crowd is thick. Everyone has places to be. The woman weaves through the foot traffic. She pulls off her gloves; they get dropped into a trash bin. She pulls her coat off as she passes a shop--lays it over the railing of its patio. Now, with a white cardigan, she pulls out a handkerchief and wipes off her lipstick.

The man turns the corner.

In the 12 seconds between them being on the same street again, the woman has taken off her wig and disposed of that as well. She kneels to pet a stray cat, and while she does she steps out of her clacky shoes and steps into quieter ones.

A man walks with his coffee in hand. Approximately 11 seconds behind him is a woman. She's blonde, wearing all white and doesn't have the coffee that was in her hand a second ago. She slips a pair of sunglasses away from a tourist reading a map.

The man starts walking down the subway stairs. The woman follows a little closer. She keeps him in sight. If he does anything to throw her, she has to keep him in a certain range. And it's not as if he'll be able to hide the fact that he's a walking wall of muscle.

The woman walks down the stairs. The crowd gets tight, but because of that she's able to capture a scarf off someone passing by. It keeps her silhouette different. She follows the man to the main floor. The station is massive, and he's walking a little quicker now.

The man takes another sip of his coffee. But it catches the light, and there's likely no liquid in there, if there ever was to begin with. He takes the lid off and raises it one final time before disposing of the cup. He changes direction, starts heading towards the platforms.

The woman takes a turn. She takes more of an indirect route. She moves through the crowd, keeping an eye on him from behind someone else's sunglasses. She passes through one of many kiosk shops. She drops the sunglasses for a pair of reading glasses.

She passes another little coffee shop. She leaves the scarf on an empty table.

The man is headed for the departing trains. She has to intercept him. She picks up her pace. Many people are beginning to speed their way to their morning train.

The man looks at the crowded escalator and staircase and moves towards the elevator. He presses the button. Most don't consider it worth it to wait.

The woman watches him get on. He takes it down. She'll take the next one. She disposes of the glasses by easily slipping them into a passing pocket. When she steps on the elevator, she's just a woman on her morning commute.

The elevator is clear when she steps on. If she really has to engage, she does have a knife in her bag. But this is a simple surveillance mission, in the depths of a civilian populated area. It's quick to get from one floor to another. She gets ready to step out.

The man steps back on.

She looks up at him; if she were a petty thief she would say she's kissing the dog. But she frowns, "I need to get off."

But the man just smiles. He pulls his hand out of his jacket pocket. Her body coils but he turns around a picture. It's of her. "Thena, is it?"

The mission is compromised. She's an enclosed space with an enemy agent. But he gives her the picture he has. This is what was in the cup, folded. It's of her leaving a vehicle after her last mission.

"How did you get this?" she asks, since she can't make the cleanest of getaways. An agent must never leave evidence of themselves. If this photo was identifiable, then the entire agency could be compromised.

"I could ask you the same thing."

The target has jokes. But she pulls out the photo of him she has up her cardigan sleeve and flicks it. He catches it--easily. He's quick on top of being strong. He looks at the photo. "Aw, come on, this is your recon photo?"

She gives him a look. He is rather amusing for the enemy. "My photo isn't exactly a glamour shot."

"Yeah, but at least you're not stuffing your face," he grumbles - practically pouts - as he waves the picture of him mid-cheeseburger around.

"Don't eat in the open air," she offers as her only advice.

"You haven't had their burgers," he counters, slipping the picture into his jacket inside pocket. "They're worth being compromised."

She crumples the photo of her in her hand as she crosses her arms. "An agent can never be compromised."

"Guess I'm not very good," he shrugs. He thinks this is funny.

He's a damn good spy. So surprisingly - infuriatingly - good that they had to send her after him for close proximity surveillance. Because no matter how identifiable he is, the only trace of him they had ever been able to get was when he was at that burger place.

"I suppose I just have to go that shop to find you from now on?" she jabs at him.

But he just laughs. "Hey, don't ruin it for me! That's where I go on my days off."

"Days off?" she scoffs in his face. Her father would have her head for speaking those words in such an order.

"Everyone needs a day off sometimes," he shrugs, as if they're talking about office jobs and not espionage. "Even spies."

She glares at him. She hates that he's as good as the rumours said, because now she has to report back that she made contact, and after shedding all her disguises. "Don't you have a train to catch?"

"Would you rather share an uber?" he jests in return.

"I don't think your boss would appreciate that," she settles with an icy tone, bumping him with her shoulder on the way out of the lift. "Nor mine."

"Okay, so no carpooling," he brushes off as he continues to follow her. "You know where I'll be for lunch."

She purses her lips at the suggestion she come and find him again. "Should you be inviting me to surveil you again, at even closer range?"

"I'm not suggesting that at all," he says and lengthens his stride to overtake her. He smiles at her over his shoulder as he's turning, "I'm suggesting you try one of their cheeseburgers. You'll like it!"

The man pushes through the crowd, not aggressively, but his sheer size makes room for him. He continues on, head held high. Eventually he gets onto a departing train, but by the time she follows, he's nowhere to be found, having left through the door on the other side.

This is her train anyway. She unclenches her fist, letting the properly printed film photo relax its structure. She looks at the back of it. She knows him only by his code name: heavyweight.

To: Thena

From: Gil

He had given the coffee shop his real name, which his a cardinal rule in agencies. This must be his current cover alias. It's unknown how his people got a hold of her name. That will have to be addressed later.

She sees him out the window. He waves. She doesn't respond; unlike him, she has to report to her job. He waves his phone in the air and mouths words; he wants her to call him.

She does not pull out her phone, but the man - Gil, apparently - has air dropped something to her. She refuses to let herself be flirted with by a man from an opposing agency. But he continues to mime eating a cheeseburger--and enjoying it to a comical degree.

The woman catches herself smiling, just for a moment--for 47 seconds exactly.