#as hinted at above

[artgletic]

case study of the self-identified god

[your-turn-to-role]

i am not immune to colour palette

[solarisburns]

Barty Crouch jr. who was smarter than his father ever could be. Who could remember an entire text book after just a night. Barty would spend years pretending he was stupid just to spite his dad until Dorcas pointed out it would be better to beat the old man at his own game. Barty was never favored by any of teachers, he was a slytherin who was loud and cruel and a know-it-all if you got his started. He never got a McGonnagal to be concerned for him when he came back after breaks far to quiet and would jump a foot in the air any time someone pointed a wand at him. There were no adults who cared when he decided to be angry instead of scared. He wasn't James Potter with a blinding smile and a heart big enough to care for everyone around him. He wasn't Regulus either, who could detach with vicious cruelty and a reputation to match. He was just Barty the boy set to live in a man shadow despite being so much more than his father could ever dream of.

[thatsbelievable]

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

so this "coding" you speak of----

[starmocha]

Adventure Above Clouds

[justaz]

pan merlin and gay arthur no one understands you like i do

[sol-consort]

Might I offer a pretty turian I spotted in my play through of me3 who has lingered in the back of my mind ever since.

The dual-colored face paint really stuck with me, after having seen the same patterns in the same colors over and over in me2. At first I thought it was a graphics bug that my game had given me but I wasn't complaining at all, there was a different turian model on my screen after so long.

If I remember right, he was either arguing with the shopkeeper/bartender or checking surveillance systems nearby that kiosk where we meet up with our virmire survivor post citadel attack.

A turian so pretty I just had to spend hours studying his face paint in an attempt to replicate it. I found a clearer picture online that confirmed, yes, it is multicoloured and not a glitch

Left is extracted from the OG pic version.

Right is what I drew based on what i imagined the original symmetrical design to be.

I kept the wavy lines under the assumption that it's inspired by flower petals. I wanted a transparent bg, but the checkered design would've gotten lost with the tumblr bg.

My absolute favourite turian face paint design is this guy in here

Something about seeing hot pink on a guy makes me weak in the knees. Even though turians don't hold the same gender/colours associations humans do, to my ape brain, still makes him appear ten times more confident in his masculinity.

Finding out turians can use multiple colours in their face paints makes me wonder if it's like the human equivalent of country flags but for clans? Since a lot of the designs are similar in certian areas–those two top flower petals are found in 3 different designs....it could also be the Mass Effect devs copypasting to cut corners.

Either they're used as a symbol of something, maybe indicating a clan belongs to aristocracy, or it's just a common design in turian culture. Much like humans love rectangles and straight lines in their flags, turians love wavy and flowery/nature inspired ones? Nihlus markings almost look like the outline of a butterfly wing.

[shortbreadly]

i genuinely can’t believe how much content we’re getting lately it’s insane. like we’ve got episode eight coming this weekend (with about two days notice might i add), season 2 episode five coming very soon, and with summer arriving hazbin should be right around the corner. viv/spindlehorse are honestly doing so well right now

[bashfulkisser]

Plopping myself in a corner because I may or may not have unlocked an embarrassing, yet fairly popular crush

[cricketnationrise]

Your banner of “shut up, shut all the way up!!” Makes me laugh every time so may I humbly request: 8:00 pm, the red room, Alex and Henry, no songs for vibes but how about if they didn’t get interrupted? I’m down for all the spice but it’s up to you my dear!!

Ao3-royalhearthuff

i'm glad you laugh, that's one of my favorite quotes from the book its just so perfectly alex. i am SO DOWN for your prompt its ridiculous. have some canon-adjacent making out for your sunday afternoon.

read the rest of the ficlets here

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8:00pm, red room

Alex might legitimately be going insane — it’s the most likely explanation for how fucking good it feels to be making out with Henry. And they definitely are making out, not just kissing; there’s nothing remotely polite about the way Alex shoved Henry against the wall, nothing PG about Henry’s hands in his hair and clutching his ass. Every rattle of the portrait against the wall as Henry arches into Alex’s touch drives Alex even wilder. The weight of Henry’s leg around his waist might as well be one of those safety bars for a roller coaster — keeping Alex in the moment, on this ride as he and Henry go through loops and twists and down steep hills.

Alex has been breaking apart since January; only Henry’s lips on his, only Henry’s body pressed close, is keeping Alex in one piece now. Each kiss, each thrust of hips, each new place Alex’s hand lands lights a firework inside his mind. He’s really here — in the fucking Red Room, with a party full of diplomats just down the hall — with Henry. 

Henry, who he would have sworn on his mother’s election that he hated just a few months ago. 

Henry, who kissed him under the linden tree and tilted Alex’s axis completely askew.

Henry makes a low noise against Alex’s mouth and Alex drops a hand to Henry’s thigh. He squeezes the hard muscles beneath his fingers reflexively, rewarded with a gasp so thin it’s almost a whimper. Alex can practically feel Henry’s pulse through his suit and he moves his hand higher, closer to the bulge in Henry’s suit pants. Henry’s hand slips out of Alex’s hair (the one on his ass stays firmly in place) and slams down on Alex’s hand, his nails digging in sharply.

Alex stops moving, pulls back just enough to meet Henry’s eyes. They’re both breathing heavily, mouths less than an inch apart. Henry’s eyes are wide in surprised pleasure. Alex slides his free hand inside Henry’s suit jacket, finds the dip of Henry’s waist as if it’s fucking magnetized.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Alex says, proud of how steady his voice is when he feels so wrecked. 

“Don’t.”

That one word is enough to make Alex’s dick twitch in his pants. He’s captivated by Henry’s flushed cheeks; wonders how far down that blush goes.

“Gonna need you to stop trying to draw blood then,” he murmurs between sucking kisses down Henry’s neck. Henry exhales more shakily than a house of cards built on Jell-o salad, but relaxes the hand trapping Alex’s.

Alex flexes his hand to get some feeling back into it before resuming his task. He brings his lips to Henry’s, kissing him hard, as he finally gets his hand on Henry’s cloth-covered cock. Henry straight up groans into Alex’s mouth and bucks his hips into Alex’s hand, seeking more contact, more friction, just—

“More, Alex, please—”

Alex manages to get Henry’s pants open quickly, only fumbling when Henry nips behind his ear. He doesn’t waste any time working a hand inside Henry’s briefs, wrapping around Henry’s cock; it feels fucking perfect in his hand. Henry pushes into Alex’s grip, establishing a rhythm that matches his racing heart. Henry’s desperation drives Alex wild.

He crowds Henry even closer to the wall, chuckling darkly at the rattle of Hamilton’s frame, and stills Henry’s hips with an arm across his abs.

“Let me.”

“Get on with it, then,” Henry pleads, eyes closed, sweat beading at his hairline, so fucking stunning, and Alex is more than happy to oblige.

It takes Alex a second to find the right angle, but once he does, he starts jacking Henry with fucking intent. Sure, he jerked Liam off, but that was years ago, and he was pretty drunk. This time, he’s stone cold sober — too jumpy during dinner to handle a wine glass. This time, he’s practically on fire from the feel of broad shoulders and strong thighs beneath his hands. This time, it’s Henry — and that, apparently, changes everything.

There’s enough precome leaking from Henry’s cock to make Alex’s strokes smooth, and he wants to record the wet noises for goddamn posterity — proof that he’s the one making Henry feel good, pulling Henry toward his orgasm. Alex doesn’t know what words would spill from his lips if he took them off Henry’s (he’s pretty sure there would be more terms of endearment than he’s comfortable acknowledging), so he doesn’t. He keeps his mouth fused to Henry’s, exploring with his tongue and catching Henry’s moans and hitching breaths before they echo through the room.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Alex knows they’re running out of time. Amy told him five minutes and every second past that is borrowed time. He speeds up his hand and now both of Henry’s legs are around Alex’s waist, caging him in. Alex lets Henry’s hips move as they want to, desperate to get Henry’s hair between his fingers. It’s just as soft as he imagined, so you know, fuck him.

“Christ,” Henry moans against Alex’s lips, “close—”

“C’mon, sweetheart. Do it, come on—”

Henry does, with a whimper that would be a scream if Henry wasn’t clamping his lips shut. Alex gentles his hand, letting Henry come down before detangling their limbs.

“Wait, I can—”

Alex cuts him off. “No time, we’re pushing it already.”

“But, I—”

“You are going to be at least five hundred feet away from me for the rest of the night or I won’t be responsible for my actions. And then you’ll come to my bedroom and return the favor and then some and if you fucking ghost me again, I’ll have you put on a fucking no-fly list, got it?”

“Got it.”

Alex takes a few steps back, straightens his own suit and moves to the door with a last wink at Henry. He sees Henry’s blush get stronger before he slips out and shuts the door behind him with a grin.

[myapathyhaspeaked]

yknow if janus is going to given a seat at the table (ok, place in the living room) it’s going to make it a lot harder for him to impersonate anyone. cus they’d be like oh he’s not here ok who’s been off today? then again maybe if they let him hang around he won’t bother to do so (which might mean we never get “him impersonating virgil” drama aw).

[starrynight-mantarays]

Okay so maybe I did start a new writing while still having multiple WIP and a two-part thing for tomorrow (Hint: Who's birthday is it in Mha tomorrow?) and not having the second one done because I can't get into it. BUT it is angsty annnddd with one of my favorite characters with one of my favorite trios >:) (Hint: what is one of the angsty trios in Mha?)

[beefcake-penguin]

Pretty sure you’re the tallest penguin to ever live. What are they feeding you?

Beefhaps (beefcake perhaps) I'm an emperor penguin? 💪🏼🐧

Or some kind of strange, beefy-penguin/sasquatch hybrid? 💪🏼🤔

[evidently-endless]

organisation (keeping all my Books That Make You Insane together)

[sysig]

The brainworms are winning, clearly (Patreon)