#but fleshed it out today

[dovewingkinnie]

genuinely so excited to share this new story im making but its gonna be a bit... must figure out The Lore a bit more

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: injury mention / jokes about death / ]

Love when people depict Leo like-

Leo, covered in grievous wounds and having several broken bones: Ew, Staten Island? Anyway lmao that sucked-

Leo, with a paper cut: My LIFE is OVER I am SUFFERING I am DYING I leave all my comics to Mikey, Raph gets my posters and figurines, April can have everything else in my room, I guess Dad can have my swords, Donnie you get NOTHING until you admit I was RIGHT back when-

[limonjarritos]

I think if Rody didn't have Manon to obsess over and therefore for Vince to make her into food for Rody I still think Vince would go cannibalism route. Like I think we're talking Vince giving a small piece of himself to be eaten by Rody as a form of love, just want to make that clear. This man is not normal.

I also think if Rody did have an obsession with Vince, he would have given a piece of himself for Vince to eat. He is all about giving the most to his partner even at the detriment to himself. He would hand over the whole of himself.

[hinamie]

Boob window aside, having an avatar who fucking sucked is such a cool idea???????? The possibilities and the worldbuilding consequences???????? Your minds??????????

(also im not sure how i'll cope with waterbending megumi, the concept is making me go 😭💙😭💙😭💙😭)

HFJJGF YA sukuna....a symbol of peace...in charge of maintaining the spiritual balance of the world............truly What cld go wrong (lots) . Fire nation absolutely reeling they want to reroll so bad he did them so dirty

also re: waterbender megu ,,, heeeeheeeehhehhehehe ok listen. ik this means nothing coming from me bc im chronically obsessed with megumi no matter the context but . let me just say tht out of everything we have planned, the stuff with megumi is BY FAR my favourite :)

naturally it will still hurt tho :3

[fastcardotmp3]

welcome to dot drops something that's been sitting in her tumblr drafts for 4 months Saturday I hope you enjoy your visit mwah! Steddie; Ballet AU; Dancer!Steve; mentions of cancer treatment; 1.5k words

Dress rehearsal is supposed to be a mess.

That's the point of it, really, to get all the mistakes out of your system and start the actual show run with a clean slate. Or at least, that had been the point of which they'd all convinced themselves when Steve was the one performing.

Bad dress meant good show, or so the old adage went, and so at least there was some ease of worry with the collective understanding that it won't happen on the night within the company.

That was the case when Steve was a student, when he was an apprentice, even during his time in the big leagues at Joffrey, but right now? At the end of a truly abysmal dress in this run-down theater on the edge of a town from which he'd once run away?

Steve is not the performer. He's the guy in charge.

And so he spirals.

He'd never wanted to be a director or an instructor or the head of a studio like this. It had never been in his plans. Steve was a man of action, where the people who do these jobs are the brains behind the operation.

Steve knows how to work hard, how to force his body and even his mind into submission until he gets the steps just right, but this? These past six months back in Hawkins temporarily helping out?

(God, please let it be temporary.)

He's not built for this. He's sitting center stage after everyone has left with only half the house lights to illuminate his misery and he's not. Built. For. This.

Not built for being a mentor or a leader or a role model; not built to handle the strenuous nature of his mother's legacy; not built to carry the name she's made for herself as a teacher and a choreographer and a shaper of young dancers.

Steve's not built for it!

They'd had a shitty fucking dress.

"Hey, uh, you gonna be a while? I kinda need to close up for the night."

The voice echoes across the empty space, bouncing off the high ceiling and straight up to land on the Marley floors at Steve's feet. The stage isn't built for dancers, much like Steve isn't built to be here, so they'd had to pull up the floors from the studio and drag them halfway across town just to roll them out here.

"Hello? Are you, like, alive up there?"

Steve sighs. "Yeah," he calls back, catching sight of the figure talking to him at the back of the theater, the young guy who runs the place and who Steve met a grand total of three days ago. His name is Eddie and he dresses more like he's running a music venue than a local community theater, but he's mostly stayed out of Steve's way so far. "Sorry, I'll get outta your hair."

"Sure," Eddie says, but he's just sort of leaning against the back wall by the window to the sound and lighting booth without an ounce of urgency to him as Steve drags himself to his aching feet and lugs his three separate bags of show stuff onto his shoulders.

There's an energy to an empty theater, one which has held a performance and one which now holds the ghosts of that performance, which tugs at the anxieties sitting buried deep beneath the more immediate ones.

Fears about his mom's health, about what will happen to the studio if she doesn't win this particular battle, about what will happen to him.

There's an energy here in the creak of the steps which lead down off the front of the stage and there's an energy to the plod of Steve's sneakers up the long, racked aisle between the seats.

There's an energy, but it's also not empty, is it.

"Hey, good show, dude," Eddie says, pushing off his wall as Steve grows nearer. "Like, talented kids you've got there."

Steve scoffs before he can help himself and then pinches the bridge of his nose in a grimace for not being able to help himself.

"Uh, yeah, thanks," he grits out, thinking about his bed. Thinking about how he never made time for dinner and he has to be here early again tomorrow.

"Wow, resounding confidence on this one," Eddie snorts, and when Steve opens his eyes it's to genuine amusement, genuine curiosity in the tilt of a head and furrow of a brow.

"No, just," he shakes his head, "you should see 'em when they're really on their game, y'know?"

Eddie hums, and when did Steve come to a stop right in front of him? He's leaving. He has to leave. Go home. Think about all the spacing corrections he needs to fix tomorrow and run through with the girls before show time.

"Bad dress, good show though, right?"

Steve startles. Maybe a little too visibly because Eddie is actively holding back laughter at the sight of him.

"What, I've worked at a theater for four years and I'm not supposed to pick up a thing or two about the ballet?" he snarks good-naturedly. "Caroline, the lady who did your job before you, she was a chatty one, taught me everything I know about Giselle."

It's a knife between the ribs. It's a soothing sort of heat, like from a roaring bonfire.

"You--" he clears his throat, "you know Caroline?"

"Highlight of the job honestly, before she retired," Eddie shrugs.

"She didn't retire."

"Oh. She...?"

"Chemo," Steve doesn't know why he's saying it all so willingly, why after months of trying to run the studio without having to talk about how's your mom doing, sweetheart? he's opening up to this stranger with the curly hair and curious eyes. But he knows her. He's-- Well, he knows her. "I'm just here to-- to fill in until she can come back. So."

Eddie is studying him now. Curious eyes turned intelligent, knowing, sad with the weight of realization.

"You're the wonder boy," he says on a breath like oh, I get it now.

"The what?" Steve balks.

"Her kid," Eddie says like it's simple. He's leaning against the wall again, like he's not planning on getting back to work anymore, "she was-- Shit, man, she loves the hell outta you. Oh, you should see my son, he's in Les Corsaire this season! Oh, my boy, he's just gotten promoted to soloist, he'll be a principal in no time! Oh, the talent on him, the--"

"Okay, okay, Jesus," Steve cuts him off, a half-hysterical laugh bubbling up out of his chest in the process.

"You should tell her I say hi next time you see her," Eddie isn't remotely deterred by having his little, lilting performance derailed. There's a softness to him that deserves a smaller space, walls less prone to echo.

"I will," Steve nods. His bags grow heavy on his shoulders.

"And you should chill out a little bit," he says, this time with the kind of glint to his eye that needs a bigger space, needs to be up on the stage to the point where it has Steve floundering, "y'know, about the the shitty dress that, between you and me," he leans in conspiratorially, close enough to feel the heat of his breath, "wasn't really all that shitty."

Steve sucks in a breath.

It strikes him somewhere old, the reassurance, somewhere young deep inside of him. The comforting from a mother that if he just works hard enough he’ll land that double tour in fifth some day soon, the unbroken promise that she would never give him special treatment as the son of the studio owner, but that she would never hesitate to reward him when he’d earned it on his own.

It strikes him because no one tells you how little reassurance the guy in charge is ever offered and it strikes him because it’s been such a long day and it strikes him because—

“Hey, have you had dinner yet?”

Eddie’s eyebrows lift high on his forehead and Steve sees it, the attitude on this dude that his mother absolutely would have loved in an instant. There’s a performer in there, even just in the brief interaction they’ve shared so far. There’s a spotlight pointing inwards and a show begging to be dragged out.

“No,” Eddie drags out slow and curious, “you offering, ballet boy?”

Steve needs a sounding board and he needs another set of eyes and he needs his mom to be okay and the show tomorrow to prove that he can handle this for her if she’s not, but maybe what he needs most right now, on the other side of a spiral in a dark and echoing theater, is this.

“Meet me at Benny’s in thirty,” he says simply as he makes his way for the door. “Since you’re such an experienced test audience.”

Eddie’s responding laugh is bright and his eyes glitter with curious amusement and maybe this is what Steve needs because maybe all of this is one big rehearsal at a big new life in and old small town.

And maybe this is his chance to make a mess of it. At least until the real show starts.

[nedeii]

[tomaturtles]

Kawoshin Week Day 6: 2928/Post 3.0+1.0 + Meeting for the first time in years!

I just think that. Shinji growing up to be taller than Kaworu and hitting him with the realization of time moving forward and them not being doomed teenagers anymore

[galedekarios]

veilguard #30

rook dev prompts

1: name

leander aurelian thorne.

i am set on playing a city elf warden and thorne sounded free marches in terms of origin.

as a city elf, the culture is often closer to the humans than the dalish, making human names of the places of origin viable for city elves. a friend helped me settle on leander and aurelian.

leander is of greek origin and is comprised of the words 'lion' and 'man', which i think is a nice fit a for a warden.

aurelian is of roman origin and means 'gilded'.

i also think that both names harmonise quite well with the last name thorne.

2: age

leander is 39 years old, born in 9:14 dragon.

i wanted to play a more mature character again. someone who is experienced and has a lived a life before the events of the game, whatever they may be, while also being mindful of bioware's restriction when it comes to the age of the protagonist.

i also want to play a warden who is struggling to accept and deal with the knowledge that the calling might become a reality for him sooner rather than later.

[burningcheese-merchant]

I can just imagine Matar Paneer learning Telugu from her dad while Pepper Jack refused to, but hen Golden Cheese also learned Telugu and now the three of them have whole conversations in Telugu at, like, the dinner table or smth, and Pepper Jack’s like: “what are you guys talking about?!”

idk I just find that funny-

Pepper Jack would not let that stand for even a single moment lol. I don't really think he'd reject learning it in the first place tbh, doesn't seem like something he'd do; a learning opportunity plus a way to bond with his father, whom he is already desperate to understand and please because he's scared that Burning Spice doesn't like him (not true but he's a child, he doesn't understand)? He wouldn't say no to that.

But to play along with your idea: if Jack saw his parents and sister talking and enjoying each other's company in a way that he can't partake in or mimic, he'd be so upset. He'd be frustrated and kind of hurt, because A) it comes across as a way to exclude him, and B) it comes across as an attack on his intelligence in some way, and there is nothing Jack hates more than that. He tries to deny it and keep humble, but he does have a bit of an ego wrt his intelligence, and also, he's extremely curious and loves to learn/know things anyway. People communicating in a foreign language in front of him only serves to make him want to learn it himself, because he's dying to know what they're saying lol

So not only would that light a fire in Jack's heart and make him master Telugu all by his fucking self, he'd go ahead and learn a few other languages just to one-up his family. He'll say something in Telugu to his sister, then immediately switch to Tamil when he talks to his mother, then switch to Hindi with his father. All quite seamlessly. With this aura 😎🖕

(except they would all think Jack is cool as hell for doing this lol. Burning Spice especially would be SO proud of his son. And touched that he's gone the extra mile to connect with his heritage. Cue Jack's grudge immediately deflating bc it's obvious his family loves him and were never trying to hurt him in the first place, and now he feels like an asshole because he was motivated primarily by resentment during this endeavor and that's not a good reason to do anything)

It is a funny idea tho. Thank you for the thought experiment, anon :P

[adriartts]

why dont you go sit in the river and maybe you'll feel better

[the-merchant00]

Chapter 2: Who does this woman think she is?!

New chapter alert

Agatha gets a new bodyguard. Emphasis on body.

Rio is absolutely shameless.

Alice thinks she might as well pack her shit up.

AO3 Link: Love Into A Weapon

[walkingstackofbooks]

My vision for endgame Data/Julian which has consumed me ever since I watched Picard 😅

A few months after the Dominion war, the Enterprise docks at DS9 for a short while allowing Data to meet his long-time pen-friend, Julian, again. Julian's not doing well, but since he seems to enjoy Data's company, Data decides to take a couple more weeks of leave to spend some more time with his friend. However, Julian starts becoming more and more withdrawn and anxious, and after an incident one evening where he becomes agitated to the point of storming out, Data reaches out to Deanna to see if she can give him any insight into his friend's behaviour. She has some ideas, but also suggests that Data ask Keiko, and after talking with the O'Briens, Data believes he understands what's wrong. When he asks Julian if he's correct in thinking that his impending departure is what's upsetting the doctor, Julian's surprise at the question is enough that he answers truthfully - yes. To Data, the solution is obvious: if Julian is distressed by the idea of someone else leaving him, then Data will not leave. (Julian begs him not to make promises he cannot keep, and has a minor breakdown when he realises that Data is deadly serious.) After a lot of conversation, some favour-cashing, and the fortunate coincidence that one of Beverly's doctors was beginning to look for a promotion to CMO, Julian ends up transferred to the Enterprise: technically a demotion, but after so long having so much on his shoulders, it's actually a relief.

While on Enterprise, Data and Julian get closer and closer. Their relationship brings some difficulties when it becomes public, though: some see the fact Julian's dating an android as proof that he's not really human; others wonder how Data's affection can be real, and feel that if he were as human as he wants to be, then he wouldn't be dating an augment. Julian's parents definitely berate him for wasting all the gifts they gave him by marrying an android - if only he'd talked to them before the wedding, they could have adbised him against it! - making him a zillion times more grateful Data talked him out of inviting them every time he started to feel guilty about it. But that's by the by. They're together, happily married, endgame Julian/Data achieved, right?

... Wrong. I hate Nemesis, but imagine Julian following Data down before he throws himself into space, knowing he could probably stop Data from doing this if he asks. Data saying, "I know I promised never to leave you," and Julian shaking his head and barely being able to choke out the words "It's okay," and then Data's gone. And Geordi's trying to reassure Julian (Geordi's trying to convince himself...) that Data will be alright, he's got the emergency tranport unit, and they get back to the bridge, and Picard transports in, and Data's still on the ship that's blowing up, and Deanna's asking what happened and Julian's sliding down against a wall, horarsely whispering "I let him go..."

20 years later... Picard season one. I haven't quite decided when I want Julian to appear, because the idea of Julian fighting for android rights is everything to me, but also I kind of like the premise of changing as little as possible in canon... (Maybe Julian had tried to be part of the movement for android rights, bu the media had really latched onto his augment status and used it as another reason to discredit the movement, and so he'd withdrawn from it, as it seemed his presence was doing more harm than good….) So the Picard crew all return to the Riker-Troi household after the final showdown and Deanna welcomes them in with a "Guess who we finally managed to get in contact with" and bring them into the lounge where Julian' anxiously waiting. And of course the initial introduction is awkward and Julian's talking a million words a minute until Will pokes him and then over the next few days he's trying to keep his distance so that Soji doesn't feel that she needs to let him into her life... And meanwhile Soji is still, you know, coping with ALL the feelings and trauma that the last - what, week? - have given her and so she has no idea what to do with this man, who was apparently her father's husband, especially as she has no clue how he feels about the whole suddenly-having-an-android-stepdaughter thing. But eventually they do manage to have a conversation (/are forced to talk it out) and they get on so well and Soji realises how much Julian genuinely wants to get to know her for her sake and while Julian's terrified at the prospect of having a daughter, he's also delighted (and Will and Deanna make them both stick around for a whole while, 1. because they do enjoy having them both around, 2. because Kestra adores Soji, and the two are pretty good for each other, and 3. because, while they have kept in contact with Julian over the years, they also know how long he's been on his own for, and they want to make sure he's got a solid base and people to lean on. As much as Julian wants to be a good father, Soji deserves more than one traumatised, lonely man doing a best that would quite possibly not be good enough...)

Picard season 3. Julian and Soji are visiting Geordi at the museum when the Picard crew come along, and are swept into the action... Julian learning that Data's alive - kind of... Julian tenderly kissing Data before they take down the partition, telling him he has to win so he can meet their daughter... The two of them barely having time to reunite before having to rush off to their respective duties in saving the ship... (I have VISIONS of Soji and Julian working desperately together to find a cure for the transporter virus, while Julian's augment physiology has done something weird to make it that he's turning, but very, very slowly. Julian making sure that Soji is armed, and making her promise to shoot him if he turns too quickly. Soji telling him he has to keep fighting it and refusing to think about what it might come to. Julian realising he's about to lose control and getting Soji to restrain him. Soji despairing that she won't be able to find a cure by herself - she's not a doctor doctor like he is - and Julian reassuring her that he believes in her, she just needs to do her best... but most importantly, if she doesn't find it, it's alright, it's not her fault, and he loves her. Resistance is futile. A phaser shot.) And afterwards, when Soji's found the cure and it's been distributed, Julian wakes up to find Data sitting next to him and Soji hovering nearby. He tries to scramble up and leave to help the rest of the crew, but Soji informs him that just as he took longer to turn, he took longer to get better, and he's the last one to wake up from it. And then she makes to leave, to give the two of them some time alone, and Julian tells her that's nonsense, she needs to meet Data, and Soji says that it's fine, they've been talking while he was asleep, and Julian replies that now he feels left out, so she definitely can't leave, come here, sit by me, I'm not letting either of you out of my sight.

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 10

Is it anything novel? No. But did I fist fight the prompt today? Yes. This is what happened and sometimes you gotta embrace the traditional.

Passing out from Pain

“What was that?”

“Aaaaaagh!!!”

“Use your words, scum!”

Blurred vision could hardly make out the man across the table before another blow came from behind. The stool tilted when they fell to the side, but strong hands forced them back upright and steady. Just minutes ago this had been a sane conversation.

“I don’t know, I don’t-hhhhhhh-” The sound of cane against bone was sickening.

“Your own little investigation? You don’t know who helped you?” He tapped a pen against the wooden desk. Impatient. But held up a hand to stop the barrage from his assistant. “Take a look at this.”

Shuddering breaths ghosted over the desk. Their desk. They duly noted that their head was in their hands. Then there was a hand, gripping onto short strands of hair, and pulling them back up. 

In his hand was a USB drive that brought their heart to their throat.

“You see, we may not have told you the entire truth earlier. We know exactly what you’ve gathered. And we know a conspirator leaked this to you. All I need is your help in figuring out who that was, and then you can go free. After I smash this drive, of course.”

“Fucking bastard- AAAAHH!” A rib snapped loud enough for the entire room to hear, even over their scream.

“Oh, do that again. I had no idea you cried so nicely.” They couldn’t believe their boss was speaking to them like this, after years of working under him completely unaware… And now to be interrogated and tortured in their own office, their blood probably splattered all across the floor, the order to cause that pain again!

“Get- get away from me!” Running hadn’t worked before and there was no escape with the handcuffs around their wrists, but they couldn’t take that all over again. 

A smashed fibula had them on the floor, writhing on their hands.

“Fuck! No-!” A foot on their back now and their broken rib creaked under the pressure. “You’re just going to torture them too!” 

“You silly thing.” He wasn’t stepping on them, but his voice came from above. “I’m not going to torture them. I’m going to kill them.”

More weight, they could’ve sworn they felt another rib crack. 

“I-I can’t even think, please, I couldn’t- nnhhhhhh- I couldn’t answer you if I wanted!” A bold-faced fucking lie: that name was the only thing on their mind right now. Seven letters. First and last name. And it would be over.

The cane on their leg again. Shattering the break. Life faded out of focus.

“Oh, you don’t want to pass out. We’d have to keep you here with us.”

“It hurts- it-”

“And you can stop that. We’ve had you for, what, an hour now? Look at yourself. You’ll never walk right again, for one.”

A violent sob wracked them. It wasn’t true, he couldn’t do that in one night, he just wanted them scared enough to say- they forced their lips shut. It almost fell out then at the mere thought. 

The foot fell away from their back and they gasped in relief.

“I know you can’t see it right now, my little wreck.” The tone was detached, despite the words. “But my assistant has their foot over that precious leg of yours. Imagine what damage that could do if you refuse me yet again.”

The rule of sealed lips didn’t exist when cold panic flooded their heart, labored breathing turning short and desperate. Their head was shaking in disbelief.

“No? Don’t say I never warned you.”

White hot agony, screaming, then nothing.

[yuwuta]

i have never done kinktober before bc it’s usually such a hellish time of year for me but i think i might actually have time for once omg………..

[yingren]

honestly i'd rather commit an unforgivable sin with my best pal and become an immortal being blessed by the thing i hate while my friend is sent to jail and forced to be sorta reborn so i, centuries later, can chase him down and he can kill me time and time again- than have to get out of bed rn.

[specsarchive]

Something something I think I would be an eye avatar, dark touched.

Just a little doodle since I haven't been in the mood to actually make anything.