#and then it FINALLY started flowing

[volkoss]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @serbarris, thank you! Tagging: @carnalapples, @queenaeducan, @gallows-into-oblivion and anybody else who might like to do this one! Scene from the still tentatively titled follow-up to Brilliant Things.

If Johanna were the type of woman to believe in the Maker, perhaps her current circumstances could be excused as divine retribution. In the absence of faith, however, a more mundane explanation must suffice.

Fortunately, she knows exactly where to pin the blame: any wrong she has ever faced can always be traced back to Emmrich Volkarin.

Volkarin has not been subtle about his involvement when it comes to all matters involving Johanna’s imprisonment. It is obvious in everything from the basic details of her physical location in his office to the structure of the wards he’d placed upon her skull: of course he would use a personal variation to the special formulation they had developed together in simpler and happier times. He had always enjoyed such petty flourishes, and Johanna had always indulged him.

And then there is the fact of her continued existence.

In her degraded state, the lich lords of the Grand Necropolis could have easily destroyed her soul in its entirety. And yet, through whatever contrivances Volkarin must have mustered in conversations with his fellow Watchers, Johanna had been granted this so-called mercy instead of the oblivion she had expected.

Given his intimate knowledge of her feelings toward contrition, it had been Volkarin’s most masterful ploy yet. Honestly, she would have been impressed—perhaps even proud—had she not been the target of his malevolent intentions.

Nonetheless, the events of the last few days as well as a newfound purpose in light of Rook’s disappearance had started Johanna along the path of considering accepting the excoriating indignity of her reduced circumstances.

Or they had, until Volkarin had started snoring.

[egophiliac]

So the final character turns out to be based on Ryugen, but it feels kinda weird how there is also one based on Zangetsu and they aren't brothers

Or what if plot reveals they are brothers and he was actually adopted or stollen

I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S ACTUALLY RYUUGEN?! I made a joke about it when Toten got revealed but I didn't actually expect... (I'm counting it as a win though, which means I guessed three out of sixteen! ...given how wacky some of these got, I'm actually pretty proud of that.)

he seems very sweet though! I hope he and his secret hamsters are very happy together. 🐹

(also:

THIS WAS MY EXACT TRAIN OF THOUGHT TOO! either this is an incredible bit of meta foreshadowing, or an incredible bit of Takahashi trolling, and I -- I honestly don't know which is more likely)

[teddybeartoji]

realized that i have never given any thought whatsoever to the consequences of period sex . shgdasgdhgasdgashg knowing myself i'd be knocked the fuck out i'm honk shoo mimiming i am letting out the most peaceful quiet snores while HE'S forced to clean all of that upshdajksdfjadhsah that's so embarrassing oh my god

[generalsdiary]

Moze x Jiaoqiu

word count: 900~

description: just mozqiu being domestic (pre-2.5 events)

moze is the type of husband who always cleans, keeps everything neat, he will run (quite literally) anywhere and do any errand without complaint, nothing is too hard or difficult for him. he is v protective, „I promise I will bring him back“, nothing is stopping him from getting his husband back, he is confident in his abilities, to the point he isn't even worrying. he always attentively listens to jiaoqiu’s ramblings, his full attention on the foxian. he will eat anything jiaoqiu puts before him, no matter his preferences. uttering simple praises after the meal and never letting his husband clean up.

at night he cuddles with him, being the big spoon, holding his husband close, face buried in the orangey pink hair. like a touch starved kitten, he gravitates to him during the day, always hugging him- backhugs are his favorite. jiaoqiu always smiles, a sparkle in his eyes with each embrace. moze is often quiet, very thoughtful- usually ending up blunt in his words but not cold, never cold. the care and love for each other shown in the soft words, gentle embraces and lingering gazes. moze doesn’t do causal touches, his hands don’t wander to jiaoqiu’s soft tail, or even softer ears, or to caress him. he doesn’t want to overwhelm his husband or make him uncomfortable. yet when they stand close he bumps his nose against his. and when he is so so tired he rests his forehead on the shorter man’s. recharging, seeking comfort, love. luckily for him, his husband knows his main love language is physical touch. jiaoqiu bringing his hands to cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing the rough skin. he misses the smile that brightens the foxian’s face, his eyes shut relishing in the sensations. such a sensitive and responsive man. jiaoqiu is the only person moze allows to touch him, to drag those soft fingers across his scars, through the silver hair, to see him shirtless. he is the only one with whom he makes and keeps eye contact. moze is the type of husband that even without being close jiaoqiu can feel his touch on him. sitting across him, over a hotpot. lilac eyes on him. full of love. as if he is caressing his husband’s cheek at that moment. making jiaoqiu’s chest feel warm from the feeling of such a silent expression of admiration.

on the days jiaoqiu voices that he feels tired a quick response is given in turn “I can carry you.” a blunt, straightforward, and the same offer every time. he is more than happy to carry him + he enjoys showing off for his hubby. not caring for the public opinion or any observers; it doesn’t even cross his mind, jiaoqiu’s happiness the only thing on his mind. sadly, he is always rejected (occasionally making him pout). moze doesn’t even know why (painfully obvious why, the rare blushed jiaoqiu further confirming it). shadows are his safe haven, but jiaoqiu is his peace. they fill each other's needs, like puzzles fitting together, completely domestic in their behaviors; perfect for general feixiao’s safety and well-being. despite working together they don’t get tired of each other. work is work and their house is home.

coriander is not allowed under this roof and no big lights are ever on. when they have guests, jiaoqiu compensates with many small lamps, fairy lights, and a bunch of candles. unscented ones. otherwise, they would clash with the meal. sometimes, jiaoqiu will light a scented candle, but it won’t be lit for longer than an hour, otherwise, he would get overwhelmed due to how sensitive his nose is to smells. moze being the clean freak, and insistent on maintaining really good hygiene and not strong perfumes so he can do his job perfectly would just make jiaoqiu purr if he could. type of husband truly only for him. jiaoqiu is quite a social butterfly and he drags his husband with him, who will grumble a bit and then go along, and behave politely to the best of his capabilities. moze cannot read a room to save his life, short in his sentences and straight to the point despite pondering his words prior, they end up always coming off blunt. he means no harm and what he says is usually of little matter, and none of it holds any weight to him when all he needs is to hear his darling chuckle or gaze at him and all is well in his world. the only result he could possibly ever wish for.

and when they kiss? the lighting and shadow with fire and spice? the I talk a lot, flirtatious, rarely flustered with I listen to you with heart eyes, mainly unaffected but you make me smile. well… they keep it private. such actions feel too personal and intimate for them to be shown in public and given for anyone to see on display. they hold it too close to their hearts, it matters in a different way to them. something near and dear. they won’t be caught showing pda, not even holding hands- well they rarely hold hands either way. it is behind closed doors and in the privacy of their home that their lips meet, and hands wander, leaving soft touches in intimate places that they’d never do in public (unlike many others). it means too much to them.

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

The demilich! When a lich loses its soul cage but doesn't die, its body eventually crumbles. It falls into involuntary hibernation unless disturbed while its mind wanders the planes, as its magic and items infuse with its form. When disturbed and it snaps back to life! they can make clouds of debris, cast any spells from any item they've absorbed over thier life (get creative), and have innate magic to fly, teleport, and manipulate or launch items. and that spectral hand they can summon can lift 19 pounds, so actually has some force behind it. Note however, they do eat souls. So watch out for that.

[golyadkin]

I really like your art so much! How’s that Pete and Billy new comic going?

Well ive got 2 pages coloured, 1 partially lined, 1 laid out, and probably 3 more i havent even started yet lol i wish i was moving faster on this believe me

[voluptuarian]

IT'S TIME TO REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE: DIONYSUS/THE KID

Monkey Man dir. Dev Patel; The Bacchae by Euripides trans. Anne Carson; The Bacchae by Euripedes trans. William Arrowsmith; gif by @gongyussy

[todayisafridaynight]

'tumblr i told you to stop sniping my post quality' translation: 80's sequel to this so click for better quality

[moonviewer]

"I will keep going forward, no matter how hopeless it might seem."

(please do not repost my art and just leave a link to it if you'd like to share instead, thank you!)

[coffeebanana]

She’d settled for staring at his feet. At his flimsy red canvas shoes, with worn laces and cracked soles. The same ones he’d been wearing for years, the same one she’d teased him about countless times before everything had changed.  Adrien, come on. You can’t keep wearing those forever. Her words had been interlaced with laughter—his or hers, she couldn’t quite remember.  It hadn’t mattered back then, when their mirth had so often been shared.  Marinette shouldn’t have been surprised to learn he still wore those shoes. No matter how many stores she’d tried to drag him inside, or how many raised eyebrows Nathalie had offered after his socks tracked wet footprints through the house on rainy days, Adrien had refused to wear anything else on a day-to-day basis. The shoes meant something to him, something Marinette had never really understood. She wasn’t sure he even understood, really—he’d claimed they were special, that they were the first pair he’d ever been able to pick out himself.  She’d always felt there had to be more to his stubbornness, though she’d probably never get her answer now. Still, she couldn’t seem to look away from them, feeling her heart flip-flop when she caught sight of the tic-tac-toe grid scrawled on one of the outsoles. They’d played to pass the time one lazy summer afternoon, and there was a smear of ink in place of the final X; she’d distracted Adrien with kisses to keep him from adding it. They’d been so happy.  But neither of them had won, in the end. 

[dragon-giggles]

tired guy

[lixenn]

Today I went to my first proper yoga class after months of doing absolutely fuck all.

And then I immediately made myself waffles afterwards because I love myself.

[eryiel]

when you find her in the future

[simphic]

[the-original-skipps]

should I open my ask box? 🤔

[furiarossa]

Writing a romance novel based on Maddie and Vlad? Yeah, it's going pretty well, thank you.