#chapter 1.5

[daniigh0ul]

maps - yeah yeah yeahs

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Maps lyrics: pack up i’m straight enough oh say wait, they don’t love you like i love you

also very big thank yous to @madebycoffee for whipping up a pose for me 🪨 (rock emoji)

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Sam is daydreaming while NANA plays on their laptop. After an undisclosed amount of time they make their way across the street. Meanwhile, Gia is doing homework. Perhaps she is daydreaming when a rock hits her window.

GIA: Sam, it's late. SAM: Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. GIA: Gimme a minute.

SAM: We can't keep meeting like this. GIA: Sam, please. SAM: I want to watch a movie. GIA: It's past curfew and I'm in the middle of homewo--. SAM: So, that's a yes! Come on.

They lead Gia to their basement. They are on the old loveseat watching a bad comedy. Gia glances at Sam; Sam glances at Gia. Sam grabs Gia's hand. Gia pulls away. They look at each other for a moment.

They kiss.

GIA: I have to go. SAM: Wait I-- SAM: Fuck.

[human-rocket]

PadaObi for WIP Wednesdayyy

[indilaras]

8 | 100 days of drawing Fu Hua

ID: a drawing of Fu Hua (in her Hawk of the Fog battlesuit) and Holmes from Honkai Impact 3rd. Fu Hua has one hand on her hip while Holmes has one arm over his chest; both are standing with their hand on their chin, eyes closed in thought. There are question marks by the sides of their heads. The background is white with a pale violet rectangle. End ID.

<- Day 7 | Day 9 ->

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I.v.8 Madame Victurnien Dépense Trente-Cinq Fracs Pour La Morale

And here we get to the Numbers Question! Our dear translators are split half and half over the correct amount of francs (it's 35) and interestingly, this is exactly divided between "Victorian" and "modern" translators.

Madame Victurnien Spends Thirty Francs on Morality: Wilbour, Wraxall, Hapgood

Madame Victurnien Expends Thirty Francs On Morality: Walton

Madame Victurnien spends Thirty-Five Francs in the Cause of Morality: Denny

Madame Victurnien Spends Thirty-Five Francs on Morality: FMA, Rose

Madame Victurnien Spends Thirty-Five Francs For the Sake of Morality: Donougher

[gece-misin-nesin]

Vita: And no one even died this time, so I refuse to feel guilty.

Me: So you DID feel guilty all the other times you had to destroy worlds!!

[nymika-arts]

wip wednesday

hi it's been so long since I posted but @mellaithwen tagged me and I need the motivation to keep working on this fic lol <3

Buck wakes up to his phone ringing from the floor. He must have dropped it there at some point last night. He sighs and leans over to grab it, nearly falling out of bed with how far he has to reach. 

It's Eddie's face that greets him when he turns the phone over to look at the screen. He still hasn't changed the picture. He lets it ring, thumb poised over the answer button, hoping something will give him courage to do one thing, or the other. Nothing does, and the phone makes the decision for him as it goes black and silent in his hand. He thinks that's the first time he's let a call from Eddie ring through since before he disappeared.

The phone lights up again a second later. He watches it again, doesn't decline it (doesn't think he'd be able to even if he tried), but he doesn't answer it either. It rings for a long time, and then stops again. Then it pings with a text.

12:43 a.m.

[Eddie]: Pick up.

Buck has just enough time to read the message before the screen changes and the phone starts ringing again. After the fifth ring, he finally relents.

“I don’t want to end up being strangers,” Eddie is saying as soon as Buck brings the phone to his ear. “I don’t want to end up ten years from now wondering why the hell we never talk anymore.”

“What?”

“I want to try to be friends. Really try. I want to keep trying until we figure out how to make it all work. Because, yeah, I made a life while you were gone, and then you came back and now everything is so much more difficult, and neither of us really knows what we’re doing, but it doesn’t matter. Because I would still rather everything be so fucking difficult with you around, than to not have you around at all.”

“Right."

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“You forgive me?”

Buck sighs and stares up at the ceiling. Things would be quieter if they went their separate ways. Things would hurt less, in the long run, if Buck accepted what he can't change and moved on. Maybe he would even be happy. Was there ever any question?  “Of course I do, idiot,” he says softly.

I'll tag @boykisserbuckley @deareddie @renecdote @tawaifeddiediaz @tripleaxeldiaz @rewritetheending @homerforsure @godlightbuckley if u like! 💖

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | forest // ninety-five

END OF CHAPTER POLL | Vote for your favorite contestants, you may choose up to three. We’ve reached the end of chapter four. Since we’re well into the story now, please keep in mind, the results of this poll will have enormous impact on the story, so choose wisely. Entrants may vote for their own characters.  Vote now!

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HIGH PRIESTESS: Solana tells me the curse has been broken. How are you… feeling? KYRIE: I’m fine. What is this about? HIGH PRIESTESS: I told you afterwards we would find some way to proceed and I have done so. This is Elion Maharis. Formerly a member of the Elune Order. As of today, he’s been assigned to your personal guard. KYRIE: You’re hiring an assassin as my bodyguard? The irony is incredible. HIGH PRIESTESS: I hardly think anyone more suitable to protect you than someone with his skillset. KYRIE: I asked you not to do this. HIGH PRIESTESS: You asked for my trust. And then broke it. Again. That’s beside the point now. We must do this, for your safety. Please, Kyrie. Don’t fight me on this. KYRIE: Why do you keep saying “please”? You’ve never asked for my permission before. Why are you acting so strange? HIGH PRIESTESS: I— KYRIE: You know something, don’t you? This is about Al. Is she— HIGH PRIESTESS: Calm down. Alphanei is alive— KYRIE: Alive? How do you know? Have they found her? Where is she? HIGH PRIESTESS: Not here. I received a letter— KYRIE: A letter? From her? Can’t I read it— HIGH PRIESTESS: No! No. You need to focus on your duties, and improving your health. KYRIE: But why— HIGH PRIESTESS: Enough! You may go. Elion. ELION: Yes, My Lady. KYRIE: What an unfortunate change of pace for you. From special operations to babysitter. ELION: I’m more than happy with my position, Your Grace. Given you cooperate, the two of us could get on famously. KYRIE: I suppose that depends entirely on you. I don’t need Elora’s trained dog biting at my heels. ELION: I wouldn’t worry about that. Though, at the end of the day, it’s not really your choice, is it? You moon brats are a special breed of vulnerable. Though, you do have your... talents, don’t you, Your Grace? And even that has its drawbacks. I wonder, what will your darling mother think when she finds out you’ve been toying with the head cleric’s thoughts? KYRIE: How do you know about that? ELION: You’re my charge. It’s my job to know everything about you now. I could… intervene in that problem, if you’d like? Make it “go away”, so to speak. KYRIE: I’m not interested in violent solutions. ELION: Violence? Now, now. I’m a very diplomatic person. Don’t be quick to judge, my lord. KYRIE: And… what would you want in exchange for that service? ELION: I told you. Simply your cooperation. I’d appreciate you not making my job any harder than it need be. We’ll be spending a lot of time together from here on out. It’s best we build some trust, no? KYRIE: I suppose we should. ELION: Excellent. Then, by all means, lead the way, Your Grace. Consider me but a shadow. KYRIE: I doubt I’ll get used to that. ELION: Everything in due time, Dear Moon.

[berryunho]

i dont want to jinx it but guys... we are so back

[e17omm]

So this weekend

[skitskatdacat63]

Boy King AU | Vettonso + Martian | 1.3k

There's something about putting the future emperor of the Holy Realm on his knees like this. About how easily he goes, how willingly, how obediently. What would his adoring public think if they could see him now. If they saw their beloved king pressed down like this, in the cramped space between Fernando's legs. When they realized their little boy king took it like he was a little concubine instead. 

Fernando's bitterness is lifted away in moments like these, like taking off a heavy cloak on a winter's day. It was hard to feel humiliated about his own situation when watching Sebastian debase himself like this. 

He always gives himself up so easily. When Fernando threaded his fingers through his thick curls. When he pulled them, and then when he pressed his face down further down into the vee of his legs.  Sebastian rubbed his cheek into the coarse fabric of Fernando's breeches and blinked up at him. Fernando had to smother an embarrassing sound; he was just like a little cat!

Sebastian quirked his lips up into an odd little smile and slightly rose up on his knees, "What's funny?" Fernando swallowed lightly and schooled his face back into being impassive, "Nothing. As you were." Sebastian simply smirked at him and let himself be pushed back down by the fist clenched in his hair. 

Fernando scoffed internally, there was only so much pleasure in putting the other man in his place when he instead acted like this, this degrading action, was his birthright. He took to ruling and indulging in carnal pleasures as if they were of equal gravity. To be privileged to hold such high station and also let himself be taken apart like this…Fernando felt embarrassed for him.

He is dragged away from his musings when Sebastian moved to settle his hands in Fernando's lap, clutching his hips over the fabric and slightly squeezing; Fernando fought against the urge to shiver. Sebastian pushed up the skirt of Fernando's waistcoat and smoothed his hands over the opening flap of his breeches.

His eyes darted up at Fernando again, a daft smile on his face. Fernando scowled at him, "What?" Seb's grin sharpened, "You could stand to be a little more gracious. This is your future emperor, and future husband might I add, kneeling for you on this dirty, depraved, derelict- ah–" Fernando tugged on his hair again and hissed, "Well then, why don't you show me how eager you are to perform your marital duties?" 

Seb licked his lips, completely unconcerned by Fernando's annoyance, and unbuttoned one side of the closure to Fernando's breeches and moved to open the other–

The door to the carriage flew open, arrival announcement dying on a wheezing breath as the servant took in the image the two kings made. One splayed across the seat, exuding power, the other kneeled, debauched, between the former's legs. 

One would be hard pressed to determine which was higher on the totem of power and titles. 

There was something gratifying about this to Fernando, about being caught. He had been humiliated enough throughout the entire courtship, what was one more thing? And, certainly, what was one more thing if he could drag Sebastian down into the dirt with him. 

"Oh Mark, don't act so abashed! It's nothing you haven't seen before, in fact, we have been in this very position not even a fortnight ago!"

Oh. Yes. That. 

It was hard to be completely pleased when he remembered how Sebastian had already spent years prior to their engagement sampling the palace's ample selection of fellow high-born men. And how all those men seemed to be completely and utterly wrapped around his little finger.

Fernando released his hand from Sebastian's hair as if it had burned him. He did not understand why he felt ashamed with Mark looking in on them like this. Fernando was the one marrying Sebastian, not Mark; Mark was just a lowly courtier who had the esteemed duty of spending practically every waking hour with the brat…something he himself was decidedly not looking forward to. 

Sebastian stayed kneeling, staring impassively up at Mark, still fiddling with the clasp on Fernando's breeches. Fernando gritted his teeth and looked up from where he was watching Sebastian's clever little hands; Mark stared back at him placidly. 

Mark's indifference made the entire situation worse. Fernando now felt as if he was not doing anything unique, not doing anything particularly new. How many other men had Mark caught Seb with in this exact position? Fernando felt like he was just another plaything of the boy king, soon to be boy emperor, except his position was forever, permanent. He was the "Kept King", the king who only kept his throne due to the whims of a boy who doesn't even understand what power is.

Mark coughed, "Well," he says, "Your Majesty, I do believe you have a meeting to attend." Seb pouted at him and whined, "We were just getting to the main course," but still braced himself on Fernando's thighs and got up off the carriage floor. 

Seb pranced down the steps Mark had placed next to the carriage, miming tripping sown the stairs, snickering when his action made Mark reflexively reach out to grab him, and then playfully skipped off the final step. 

Fernando couldn't help but stare as Mark made the weirdest grimace in response, and he inexplicably felt all his mortification seep away from him. Huh. Maybe Mark is-

Seb then turned around and frowned at him, seemingly disappointed, but his eyes are deceivingly sharp, "Fernando, I regret to inform you that I have other duties I must attend to, you will simply have to wait." He then grinned up at Mark next to him and giggled as the other man stiffened when Sebastian looped both of his arms through Mark's. 

He leaned all his weight on the other man, Mark not so much as shifting his weight, "Oh Mark, won't you carry me back to the palace? I'm so very tired after all the horse riding," Seb looked up at him imploringly.

Fernando observed as Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged off the man, though notably not pulling his arm from Seb's grasp, and he got the distinct feeling that this exact scene had been played out countless times before. 

Fernando clenched his jaw as he watched Seb turn and saunter off, Mark trotting alongside him like a loyal dog. Fernando was supposed to be the unaffected one in this partnership, the unflustered one, the unconcerned one. And yet here he stood, in broad daylight, in a foreign kingdom, on the steps of a carriage with his breeches half unbuttoned and his cravat in disarray. 

He heard a cough from beside him, jolted and looked to the side. Sebastian's loyal Horse Master stood there, lounging against the side of the carriage. Fernando had forgotten who had even been driving the carriage in the first place. After Seb has let himself be pushed down, his hair still windswept from their ride together, everything else seemed to fade away. His thoughts were reduced only to how he could mess up the younger man's hair further. 

Jenson grinned at him wolfishly, and casually crossed his legs,  "First time?" he inquired. Fernando glared at him. The other man laughed openly at him, "What? He's a busy man with big prospects. You're not his majesty's only conquest, you know. Now your throne on the other hand…"

Fernando seethed, it was one thing to be humiliated by the future emperor, but to be patronized by the king's horse boy? No. It would simply not do. He closed his eyes in annoyance, pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaled, and prepared a speech about how he was not about to be talked down to by a man who didn't even have a throne to speak of! 

But when he opened his eyes again and opened his mouth to begin his tirade, Jenson was already wandering away to tend to the horses. Dios mío, Fernando was not mentally prepared to spend the rest of his life with all of these impertinent morons. 

[wanderershu]

It is so unhinged that the trailer wasn't wrong at all. Argenti was ACTUALLY flirting with that astral express plant and March even told him to 'get a room with the fern already.' 😭

[styrofauxm]

holy shit this is so fucking cool. I KNEW all those side notes about walking mushrooms and the focus on them wasn’t for nothing.

Look at it. Truly awesome. They should eat it

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I.v.13 Solution De Quelques Questions De Police Municipale

Two Translations of Shame! Old regulars Wraxall and Denny have, as is their wont, decided this title is too lengthy; Wraxall's got simply "The Police Office" while Denny opts for "At the Police Post"

Also, I'm wondering if second-to-last is a typo on my records-- unfortunately I can't access the translation at time of queueing but if anyone could confirm I'd greatly appreciate it!

Solution of Some Questions of Municipal Police: Wilbour, Walton

The Police Office: Wraxall

The Solution Of Some Questions Connected With The Municipal Police: Hapgood

At the Police Post: Denny

Solution of Some Questions of the Municipal Police: FMA

The Answer to Some of the Municipal Police's Question: Rose

Resolving Some Questions of Municipal Policing: Donougher

[icewitcher]

HI3 COLLABING WITH HSR !? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT VERSION HONKAI IMMACT IS CURRENTLY IN SO THAT I CAN RETURN TO IT WHEN 7.9 LAUNCHES AND PLAY THE COLLAB !!!

[shouldprobablybereading]

I’m gonna have to reread the shallan chapter tomorrow because either it was all over the place or I’m drunker than I thought?

I will call it now tho the spren that adolin felt a connection with used to be bonded with sureblood