#but it was written with the ship in mind

[tsururoach]

Ioriku AU + ramble down below:

Au ramble: It's a mixture/touch and go of some stories I liked and wanted to dabble in with Ioriku:

-Riku and Tenn are children who were born with an odd amount of divine/spiritual power. However, Riku couldn't handle that level of power both because of his own health + because his power was focused entirely on his voice

-Tenn, because of his better control and because he didn't want Riku to be the one to go, enters the temple. Because of the "divine" nature of it, Riku hasn't seen him since

-Riku was given a prophecy as a child that he would die from his singing/voice, which Tenn had overheard. However, on the other end, Riku would be overwhelmed if he didn't get the release he did from singing.

-Iori is from a music obsessed bird clan, but would constantly visit the human world. Initially he did for his music loving older brother, to help him pursue furthering his music, but eventually started going because he enjoyed human things.

-Iori then finds Riku one day singing and becomes transfixed.

-At first, Iori is similar to other spirits who want possession of the voice, but as Iori listens, he realizes that while It was wearing riku's body down, the only person who can properly bring the power out of Riku's voice is riku himself.

-Iori then, properly runs away from his clan and fully pretends to be human, sealing away his bird characteristics. Becoming friends with Riku begins as an accident, because he truly just wanted to listen to Riku sing properly. (Which was difficult when the temple/exorcists kept watch over Riku outside of the forest)

-It's inevitable, but Riku's voice finally over takes him, and while Riku was recovering a stray god takes his singing voice.

-Riku falls into a depression because it was both the one thing he had shared with Tenn, and also something he had genuinely enjoyed. (Also he felt phantom pains, with it missing.)

-While without it, Riku's life would be extended, he cannot sing again.

-Iori had actually stolen a small part of Riku's voice before he went undercover as human, but struggled to return it (but had felt guilt for taking that small part in the first place.)

(This preserved part of Riku's singing was one taken from loneliness.)

-Because of this, Iori would be able to track down the stolen voice... but only after crossing the boundary to the spirit realm ... and with Riku in hand.

-It is the most extreme of extreme taboo to let a human see a spirit's true form, and can cause disaster (either for the spirit or the human). However, It's borderline impossible for just a spirit to pretend to be human in the spirit's boundary.

-Because of this, he makes a deal with Riku, that Riku cannot look at him if Riku wanted his voice back. While at this point Riku kind of vaguely knows what's going on (both because of the impossibility of events and because of tenn), he decides to trust Iori.

-Iori only partially transforms in the spiritual boundary. This makes him both weaker... but also harder to track down.

...

-Iori also wants Riku to still consider him as human, as fruitless as that is.

-They're being pursued both by the temple and by other spirits (those who wants the remnants of Riku's voice and the servant of the god)

-Iori's clan wasn't one of fighting, but he collaborates with Riku to create a song that can keep at least the spirits off their back.

-Iori plans on leaving Riku permanently, once his voice is retrieved.

[secretly-a-catamount]

Cryptid Batfam is really fun, but I feel like everyone’s missing out on Cryptid versions of the batfam’s lovers. You don’t understand, I need the their lovers to be worse. I need the goons of Gotham to be afraid of the shadows and to be just as afraid of what casts the shadows.

[sorens-bsf]

this trios dynamic 2 me 😋

[barbieaiden]

signs of a storm

[pepperpixel]

Initial drawings of that old man… I literally, I haven’t finished reading the book of bill yet!!! I had to stop and take a break for a week to feverishly draw fanart of myself petting fords floofy hair and giving him attention and shit…!!!! The urge was too great….!! I’ve literally. I had a crush on this guy the instant he was first REVEALED in the show, but I did not have the artistic prowess to draw good looking old men back then… but I do now… thank god… thank fucking god

[caluupin]

I am so normal about act 5

[bigbeautifulshark]

sweet heat lightning - gregory alan isakov

for @barelybalthasar <3

[disastergenius]

maybe this is a hot take but i do wonder if the initial gnarlrock incident, following argument, and (imo) anticlimactic and almost complete brushing off of that conflict occurring between Imogen and Laudna had actually led to a real conversation about Delilah/her influence and Imogen and Laudna's relationship in general (pre-established romance) would have made discussing Delilah later in the campaign easier

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

it's Tuesday somewhere so starting it off early lol

after 7x09 I had like 4 new ideas (plus maaaany more non-episode related ideas, istg lately there's so many, I don't know what to focus on lol my brain feels loud, and I feel like I'm writing a hundred things at once, I've been a chaotic mess this month istg) but for now im trying to focus on this one fic, and trying to finish whatever this is before the next episode

for now, here's a bit of bucktommy at the medal ceremony after the encounter with gerrard

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He could punch Gerrard in the face. He really wants to, and if it was a couple years ago, he probably would – but he’s at a work event, the guy is a Captain, unfortunately, and Buck just got a medal, he’s not risking his job right now. He’s not the same impulsive kid he was seven years ago. He’s heard enough stories from Chimney and Hen, and recently some vague ones from Tommy, to know that he hates their old Cap. Tommy seems to want to open up to Buck, to let Buck truly know him, but talking about that past, about himself back then, about the whole environment is not easy, and Buck gets that. They have time to get to know each other, neither of them is going anywhere. Buck’s certainly not planning to, and when Tommy says he isn’t, either, Buck finds himself trusting him, which is very new but so exciting.

“It’s- well, it was to be expected.” Tommy shrugs, his face a careful, neutral mask that Buck’s just starting to learn to see past, then sits down when they approach the table, putting his plate down – they’re sharing it with Eddie, Marisol and Christopher, but the three of them are still at the buffet getting food. Buck takes a seat next to him, then scoots his chair closer – close enough that their knees touch, but far enough that they still appear professional. “It just threw me off. Actually, threw me twenty years back for a moment.” he huffs an unamused, bitter laugh.

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[nordicfiord]

It was getting cold and late.

“Why are we here again?” Cold didn’t seem bothered, though. They didn’t even have luggage - just their thoughts and tickets.

“Just because.” Contrarian shrugged, listening to the sounds of incoming local train. “Do we even need a reason? It’s not like you have ever ridden an electric train before.”

“True.” It was Cold’s turn to shrug. He breathed, looking at the steam with an almost amused look. And then he looked at Contrarian.

His friend was unusually quiet, patiently waiting for the train. Not that this bothered Cold… but anything unusual was a thing of interest. So he stared.

Contrarian smiled, noticing this look. 

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Why the stare then?”

“Do I even need a reason?”

“True.” Contrarian chuckled when Cold threw his words back at him. He sighed then, looking… tired. “Ah, it’s here. Wanna sit in the last car?”

“Sure.” Cold tilted his head, somewhat amused. But the train just got to the station, so they got up on it.

A couple of minutes later they were sitting at the half-empty last car, and the train went on its way again. Contrarian sat by the window and idly watched the landscape, almost invisible in the lighted cabin of the train. Cold sat down in the next chair, not even attempting to look in black nothingness of the windows.

“We should’ve rode sooner. Then it would actually be possible to see from them”, Contrarian sighed, relaxing a bit. “Well, this is something new, and new is pretty much always good.”

“Agreed. Though I can’t really understand, what are we supposed to do here?” Cold looked around at people, sleeping in different positions. “They sure seem like they are having fun.”

“Well, you can do that too, you know!” Contrarian laughed, but he clearly wasn’t having fun.

Cold didn’t quite understand his fascination with taking a ride or two a month on trains, that’s why he tagged along. But now, seeing how he was struggling to keep his emotions in check… Well, that might’ve been the reason.

Boring.

“Doesn’t seem like something else will happen here, so you will be my pillow.” Cold said nonchalantly, as if there were nothing to discuss on the matter. Contrarian laughed at that, and in the laugh there was… a relief.

“Well, make yourself comfortable!” Contrarian smiled and spread his wing, inviting Cold. And Cold wasn’t going to delay. He got on both free chairs and leaned on Contrarian with his back. Little bells on Contrarian’s feathers and clothing jingled softly, as Cold made himself comfortable.”

“Soft. Good pillow.” he murmured, feeling sleepy already. His pillow jingled a bit more, as Contrarian softly laughed.

“I’m glad you like it. Have a good rest!” “I will.” Cold promised, closing his eyes and slowing his breaths.

The train continued to go to its destination, Cold continued to be half-asleep, and Contrarian…

He was feeling shitty that day, and was planning to ride his mind away alone. But Cold was here too now. Grounding him. Not giving bad thoughts any chance.

“Thank you for being here.” Contrarian whispered, hoping Cold is sleeping.

Cold could barely hold back a smile.

[genericmain]

The inexplicable urge to take a mistreated, unheard, unloved character from a horror game and just be like shhh no it's okay you're okay, I'm here now and you're my F/O and we'll get through this together in whatever capacity you need is so strong rn.

[tokyoteddywolf]

Not me debating writing an Aventio fic based on a book I really loved... urgh-

I got Aven recently and just finished his arc in Penacony and I am incredibly bored! I wanna write while I have the energy...

Lemme know if I should :p

Basic premise is its based on a book called Written In Red, which I feel absolutely fits Aventurine??? Look at the book first, give it a read, and tell me the main character doesn't remind you of him. I will go feral.

Anyways if you don't, the premise of the book is that the main character, a blood prophet who is also a slave, escapes and runs away from captivity to a town in order to hide and live amongst sentient predators called "Others", basically ancient as fuck monsters that can swap between animal and human forms. Others actually do prey on humans, but it's modern times and they have a begrudging agreement to coexist with humans because they make decent stuff that the Others can't create. The main character ends up living among them and figures out herself, while also teaching the Others some new things. It's actually a nice book in my opinion.

I'd have to reread the book but yeah. That would be the very basic idea. I already have a character list of who is who lmao.

I wouldn't make it a carbon copy of the book though, not with the characters I have in mind, but it would be a similar plot at least. Consider giant wolf Ratio, everybody, that's all I'm giving you.

So...

EDIT: Holy crap that's like 50 people and it hasn't even been a day-

Here you go ya feral bastards jesus-

Warnings for gore, violence, blood, people get torn apart and eaten you have been warned. (Can only be viewed if you have an account)

Enjoy

[roz-ani]

What am I doing in the jayvik ship tag I DON'T EVEN SHIP THEM-

It's the art

It's always the goddamn art

[character-obsessed-fem]

meeks would wear the type of dark red lipstick that leaves an imprint on EVERYTHING. most transferable thing ever. im talking on the rims of glasses and mugs, around where she bit down into a pastry, on the insides of her shirts and on the collars, etc.

which is why everyone knows when someone's been with meeks because her iconic red kiss marks are all over them :))

[greenerteacups]

thoughts on Ginny and Harry as a couple?

There are a lot of people who find their romance in HBP forced. I don't think it's forced so much as underwritten, and the books don't get the chemistry quite right (though the movies certainly don't, either). There's potential, but they just don't get enough actual scenes of substance (besides Harry thinking she's pretty or feeling jealous of Dean) for a lot of readers to buy that they're not only in love, but deeply enough in love to break up, get back together, and wind up married.

That's not to say I don't see the appeal. There's a very cool scene in Book 5 where Harry's doing a woe-is-me-Chosen-One act, and Ginny effortlessly puts him in his place about it by reminding him that she was possessed by Voldemort at eleven, which is a rare glimpse into her character and also a great synecdoche for their relationship — Ginny is a grounding presence who, like Ron and Hermione, isn't going to be awed by his past adventures because she knew him before they happened. In that respect, Ginny's probably one of the few women Harry could feasibly wind up with, because he only ever seems comfortable around people (let alone girls) who can see past the Chosen-One schtick and treat him like a normo (see: Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, Luna, Hagrid). True to type, he doesn't get interested in Ginny at all until she's ditched her celebrity crush and ceased to view him as an idol, because in his heart of hearts, Harry wants to be a normal boy, and it's stressed over and over that part of what he likes about his relationship with Ginny is how normal it feels. He kind of has a horribly supercharged version the celebrity dating problem: after the Battle of Hogwarts, anyone he meets is going to know him first as Harry Potter, Chosen One, Boy Who Lived, and Actually Fucking Resurrected Messiah of the Wizarding World, which is... I mean, it's possible that there are witches out there who could get over that, but Harry's not an extroverted guy, and I'm not sure how he'd go about finding them. Ginny's the one who's been there since the beginning, doesn't need anything about him or his past explained to her, and actually likes him for who he is.

When you look at it that way, it's not surprising he married his high school girlfriend. She's one of the few people still alive who doesn't see him as a demigod.

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

I wore the new coat you gave me every day, until it wasnt new any more. When the collar wore out, i had it replaced. When the elbows tore, i had them patched. by the end of it, the bottom of the coat had been re-hemmed so many times, rolled up upon itself again and again, that it became as short as an undershirt. My Third Brother saw it once, and teased me mercilessly for being such an unfashionable miser. I just laughed along. I couldn't explain. I didn't want to. You were always better at words than I was.

Here at our barracks, we have a custom of passing on our old clothes to the junior officers. Over the course of several years, favorite coats would slowly make its way down the ranks, and if it was fortunate enough to avoid getting lost or destroyed at the end of its distinguished service, the men would split it among themselves to make scarves, turbans, and kerchiefs. (once those small pieces were too far gone, they would be turned into cleaning rags). The old, green battle-coat that my Elder Brother gave me now decorates the brows of my fellow men. It gives me the same warm feeling of contentment to see it on them, as i had once felt wearing it.

I never parted with the new coat you gave me. I wore it until it was no longer new, and kept wearing it long after. If the men noticed, they made no comment. I kept it on under the clothes my Liege Lord and Elder Brother gave me. It started out as the most beautiful thing I’ve ever owned, but strangely enough, I only grew fond of it after it became an unsightly mess of patchwork. More darn than silk. If you saw it now, you would have laughed, like you did last time. You might have tried to give me a replacement, and gone away looking so hurt and confused when i refused. You should know by now that i do not take gifts lightly.

One morning, several years after the day we last parted, the coat tore in my hands as i was putting it on. The fabric had become so thin. I folded it up, and kept it safe in my chest until evening. When the stars came out, I brought it out and laid it over the campfire, where the flames ate it up and the winds scattered the ashes far and wide.

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Oh boy, it is officially 1 AM and I am having many, many thoughts and feelings tonight about cao cao and guan yu. Notes under the cut.

So the story is inspired by something my mom told me once about clothes recycling in 70s China. She would get hand-me-down clothes from her big sister, once those were worn out, they would go to her little brother, after that, it would be used to patch other clothes, and once those wore out they would be used for rags. Quite a lifecycle. For much of human history, producing textiles was a expensive and time-consuming process, and it made me think about what people do with their old clothes doing the Han Dynasty. In the novel it’s mentioned several times that people would get rewarded old clothes from their superiors, so there is some precedence to this.

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Cao cao: oh, woe is me, the most miserable man in existence! My love is totally unrequited. Yunchang cares naught for me!

Guan yu: ^

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I use the translation “coat“ for 袍， there isn’t really a one to one English word, (although it’s often called a “heavy robe”). I’ve decided to go with “coat” to keep it more localized, and because I think “heavy robe” is clunky. Idk how to really explain it, the word robe denotes this very specific style of dress from outsiders perspective, in a way that doesn’t come naturally if you are a native speaker talking about your normal clothes. Vibes vs accuracy, FIGHT!