#but i am v torn

[peonypyxels]

help ;-;

[age-of-moonknight]

“Rats,” Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu (Vol. 2/2024), #4.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Devmalya Pramanik; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[littledragondork]

Brigitte: “Hey I have a question.”

Brynjolf: “sure lass, what is it?”

Brigitte: “why do rogues wear leather?”

Brynjolf, confused: “uh, well it’s a,light weight but sturdy material, it lets you be more flexible compared to other heavier armors”

Brigitte: “oh, well I always thought it was because it’s made of hide.”

Brynjolf: “…”

Brigitte: “…”

Brynjolf: “why did I hire you?”

[wildlcck]

@jnkdrwr x

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she's tried everything and then some: reading. smoking. sheep-counting... now, she's taken to checking and cleaning her cattleman- again. despite its already being cleaner than a damn whistle. sleep's never seemed so far off, nor so uninviting. there's no comfort or rest to be sought in it. just the trading of a waking nightmare for some dream ones. and then- maybe it's nothing. a twig trodden by some critter. maybe. the trees got their ways of playing tricks on the mind, eyes and ears. then again, if she's learned anything in her time... that feeling- the feeling- the hairs at the back of your neck standing up on end... it ain't never nothing. it just might be something. or, someone trying their damnedest to be silent; sneaky. out hunting, daddy always said he didn't need no hound- not when he had her by his side, with her keen eye and nose. ❛ hold yer horses, sticky fingers. you should be thankin' yer lucky stars your balls wasn't kicked clean off ya by that pretty little pony there you got your eye on. he's a mean one, all right- but, i'm meaner, mister. and i ain't makin' no promises 'bout your stones. now, i could yell for the others. sure is a lot of us... each meaner than the last. we might tie you up. cut ya up, 'til you start singin' like a birdie. or, maybe i'll take ma time with you. just you, me an' my knife... nice an' slow. you'd better start squealin'- an' soon. what the hell are you doin' here? 'sides tryin' yer damn luck. ❜

[actuallyitsstar]

headcanon asks for Bradley: 1 and 19?

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1: holiday headcanon

christmas was always one of bradley's favorite holidays, all throughout his childhood. every adult in young bradley's life, all with varying backgrounds and types of childhoods of their own, could come together to agree on one thing: bradley's christmases should be magical. carole, trying to keep the magic of those first three christmases with everyone all together alive; mav, trying to give bradley the kind of happy memories he never had; ice and slider, woven into the family by carole's steady hand, determined to give this little makeshift family what it needs. bradley remembers holiday baking with mom, learning about the traditions of ice's family, so different from theirs; neatly-wrapped gifts from santa, much lumpier gifts that were also "from santa", supposedly, but he knew those ones were from uncle mav- it would be fair to say bradley was a little spoiled when it came to the holiday season.

after carole is gone, and it's just he and mav, those years are empty and feel meaningless, but they try. they try for carole's memory, for each other, and for ice and the others. bradley's eventual disillusionment with the holiday doesn't start there- no, it starts after.

once he and mav have their falling out, it's like someone has flipped the light switch. the last few chrismases were quiet ones, lonely without mom, sure- but he and mav got thru them together. after losing mav, too, though, it's radio silence. bradley goes from loving and enjoying the christmas season to hating it, overnight. the first christmas after is bleak. a long december and a somehow even longer december 25th. the only accompaniment that he has for the next four years of college are the cards and the letters he doesn't open. he spends it in the dorms alone while everyone else goes back to their families.

once he meets phoenix in flight school, things start to look up, just a little. she has a lively, bustling family full of extended relatives and family friends, and they're happy to fold in one more. it still doesn't feel right. it doesn't make him feel at home. for all their effort and kindness, phoenix's mom is nothing like carole and phoenix's dad is is nothing like goose- and as much as he hates himself for thinking it, more importantly, is nothing like mav- and the traditions and energy are all so different that it just feels unfamiliar. though it tugs painfully on his emotional aches and pains, he is grateful to have somewhere to go and happy to be included, even if it only exemplifies to him how alone he really is, and how he really doesn't seem to belong anywhere.

post-mission, post-reconciliation, bradley isn't sure what to expect. he imagines that mav would have built a life without him in it by now and is dismayed to learn this is not the case. he isn't sure if mav will want him around for the holidays after everything he's done and said. phoenix pushes him, telling him that of course he's welcome at the trace family table again this year, but you really ought to stick around and sort this shit out. through much hesitation, bradley does.

the post-reconciliation christmas is not lively or bright or boisterous like the christmases of old. it'll never be the same, without mom, without uncle ice, when the other flyboys have families of their own to worry about now. but mav welcomes him, wants him to be there, and it's more at home than bradley has felt in fifteen long years. it's not about the food or the gifts or the decorations. it's about the people- person, actually. it's about being invited into mav's life and heart even when he knows he can never deserve to be in those places again. at the end of the day, the old christmases were always about family and love and connection, and even though they're quite different on the surface, the new christmas is about all those things, too.

19. favorite photograph headcanon

photos were and are such an important part of the bradshaw-mitchell family. bradley knows it- and it's a part of why, when he leaves, he doesn't take the photos of himself and mav. he knows that to mav, that will say something, loud and clear, and he wants to be hurtful- he wants his emotions to be heard and understood. instead, he takes with him only the photos of his mom and dad, and a couple with the flyboys that mav took, and subsequently was not in; but bradley tells himself that he doesn't need the pieces of a relationship that there's no point in trying to salvage, so he leaves all of those pieces behind.

except for one.

it's a somewhat dilapidated polaroid, taken with his dad's old camera, snapped by carole as she'd stood on the back porch of the little bungalow house that bradley grew up in. in it, a six-year-old bradley sits in mav's arms, held up at eye-level in one strong arm as mav points up with the other. bradley has one hand fisted into mav's shirt, and his gaze and rapt attention are locked overhead. mav always used to tell little bradley to look up at the stars if he missed him, because it's the same stars- they always have that between them, at least. in the photo, mav points out the constellations they share even when apart, and bradley listens intently, trying to commit the names to memory. when he became old enough to have one, bradley used to keep it in his wallet.

eventually, when it's all fallen apart and those connections between them have been severed, bradley gives a new photo the place of honor in his wallet, a photo of he and mom- but he can't just throw out the old picture, no matter how angry he feels when he looks at it, no matter how badly he wants to. it goes into the box with everything else, with letters and cards and artifacts that mav sends him or that he can't bring himself to throw away. sometimes on a quiet, lonely night aboard a carrier or on leave, floating adrift in the world with no anchors to speak of, he thinks about it. he looks at the stars and he sees that image in his mind's eye and he remembers being six years old and thinking mav would always be there, and he wonders sometimes in the most empty moments if the old man still remembers all that shit about the stars. if he ever still looks at them, still thinks of it, of bradley, if he ever wonders anything about bradley the way bradley wonders about him. deep down inside, he knows that he mustn't. deep down inside, he tells himself that there's no chance in hell mav does. because, if he does, it means bradley threw away something that was still alive. it's a fate he cannot bring himself to accept.

when they've reconciled, bradley will find that old beat-up picture in the box. he'll show it to mav. i never forgot, he'll quietly admit. i always thought about it. i- i guess i thought that you probably didn't even care to look at them anymore. i just- i thought it was over. mav will take the photo, tattered and much-handled, from bradley's outstretched hand, studying it with a reverence that bowls bradley right over. i looked at 'em every night, baby goose, he'll admit. always hoped you might be looking, too.

tysm for this ask !!! and for your infinite patience in my disastrous ability to reply 😭😭but i loved answering this ask sm !!! and i definitely did not answer it in longhand at my job and i also definitely did not accidentally write so much about the christmas thing that i had to chop it way down for this ask because it accidentally kind of became a chapter of something lol. i am a disaster. but thank u so much and i hope u enjoy and are well!! <3<3<3

[sorrowveined]

It's strange to think how only weeks ago, Maria could never have imagined the depths of despair she would soon sink into, or the future waiting for her. It feels like those times - the times when her family was whole - were years ago, now; yet she remembers them perfectly, and those crystal-clear memories now only serve to torment her, leaving her shaking under the weight of the pain they bring.

Perhaps she's being melodramatic. But she feels she's earned the right to be, just a little. Her mother, who she may never she again, is a vampire - cursed to be hated and rejected by all, having become the thing she hated the most - a monster. She'll never walk in the sunlight again. And that fate was supposed to be Maria's... that's what hurts the most. The fact that she's desperate to escape but can never run away from, so agonizing it's unbearable - is that in the end, it's all her fault.

And her father's.

Maria feels her stomach lurch at the thought of him. Grinds her teeth together. It's not like she isn't trying to move forward, like she's sure her mother wanted for her - Richter, too... but it's hard, harder than anything she's ever known. She feels useless, too, which is a feeling she hates more than anything. Seeing Richter, though... while it doesn't exactly ease the weight in her chest, his presence reminds her that she hasn't lost everything, that there are still some things worth fighting for in this world. And she's grateful for that, at the very least.

"You're giving me that look again." she says, once she notices him staring. She's not the person she used to be, and it's no surprise that he can see that, but she feels so exposed and ashamed under his gaze. There's no judgement there, though. She can't see any, anyway.

"Are you worried about me? You don't need to be." The bitterness that colored her words before is gone now, because Richter doesn't deserve that directed at him. "I know you're thinking of leaving, but... I'm not completely useless on my own."

@knightfeared ( starter! )

[rottiens]

how do people even do things

[sundrykitsch]

serious character analysis

[kanene-yaaay]

(spoilers from season 2 of tgcf, rip all of us)

Yeah, yeah, I know.

But what if, instead of capturing and immobilizing Lang Qianqiu that time in the forest, Rouye decided to tickle him? What if there wasn't so much ressentment and lies and fear in that scene and was instead a cute, silly moment between the young crown prince and his old mentor? What if Xie Lian scolded him about being impulsive and thoughtless and how he could've died for this while Lang Qianqiu is giggling and laughing on the floor? What if he starts quizzing him about clever and safer ways that he could've go on about his threat and suddenly Lang Qianqiu feels like he is 15 again, doing his best to impress his teacher and he tries to actually think about his questions but immediately falls back to squealing and kicking, trying to squirm away but being unable to escape the soft silk wrapped around him that kept poking and pordding and vibrating and tickling at his sides and neck and ribs and absolutely everywhere?

What if - since this is now a CUTE AND SILLY moment with no ressentment - Hua Cheng decided to tease and provoke him since it's the second time he acts like that and ends up losing and being captured by them and, come on, it's really that your best? It's almost as if you like this. And LQQ squeaks in absolute protest and feels like his face is going to melt?

What if he had discovered the truth long time ago and had time to grief and come to terms with it, and now, when he discovers that Xie Lian is his old mentor, wants to challenge him to a fight so he can show him just how much better he got since the last time they saw each other and how he definitely can win a spar against him now. And now in the end it's all just a very cute tickle story huh? What then?

Anyway you can blame the very own Ruoye for this hc because how can a piece of fabric be SO SMUG about capturing somone like COME ON IT LITERALLY STOPPED, LOOKED AT LANG QIANQIU WITH A :] FACE AND THEN CAPTURED HIM, PLEASE!!!!!! P L E A S E. AND XIE LIAN BEING ALL SO :]c AFTERWARDS TOO LIKE !!!! SHAKING THEM BY THEIR SHOULDERS!!!!

I 100% headcanon Lang Qianqiu having a super squeaky and loud laughter, even if he is not actually that ticklish, and just BABBLING the most utter nonsense while being tickled. Xie Lian discovered about it because he caught the prince and his friend (the boy w no name <3) in he middle of a tickle fight once and, even though he never actually tickled him besides one or two sneaky pokes to wake him up during lessons, Rouye never forgot and now rip him.

Also since I am already here, in this reality Xie Lian was not punished and so Hua Cheng only think that boy as the Annoying Kid that Xie Lian once teached and now that appeared centuries later to cause an unecessary ruckus in his city so he is Getting Revenge.

[ccaptain]

@dupliciti: caress cheek 👉👈

   literally makes the softest chuckle known to mankind. cradles his hand closer to nuzzle his cheek into and kisses the palm of his glove ♥

[fairybluedreams]

Hi y'all! Here is my finals campaign on why you should vote for Nani Pelekai in the @eldest-sibling-tournament today!!

Edited to add***

Poll just dropped vote Nani today!

https://www.tumblr.com/eldest-sibling-tournament/712608371217481728/eldest-sister-tournament-final-round

[racingliners]

Football giveth (Germany late equaliser to top the group) and football taketh (Hungary last minute goal to knock Scotland out)

[curiosity-killed]

i was accidentally v productive tonight but made the mistake of sitting down on the couch to finish a last ep of dungeon meshi and now Baloo is also cuddling me on here and i need to go to real bed (with my fancy new bedding) but i am partially decomposed into the couch

[martianbugsbunny]

Ava Max is life!

[kresnikcest]

I’m so conflicted on making the kidnapping AU incest bc on one hand it is definitely sexier if everything is gen and Fractured Julius is just unhinged platonically

On the other hand do you know how much angst I could wring out of Fractured Julius knowing Ludger’s feelings that he hasn’t told Prime Julius about yet...

(Context: kidnapping AU is the one where Fractured Julius (who lost his own Ludger) kidnaps Prime Ludger and is very honest with him about everything. Too honest...)