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[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[darqx]

Hello darqx, I hope you're doing well!! I recently thought about the female version of Rire/Strade. I would really like to see them performed by you :)

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[ladyhavilliard]

mo dao zu shi tarot

wheel of fortune: good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point

the tower | jiang cheng

death | wei wuxian

[theoneinmultiplefandoms]

introducing my Gravity Falls AU i've been working on since August of this year: "Codename: Caged Canary"! 🐤⚠️

(or at least, still working on - i've been busy everywhere else though GDJDB)

AU Synopsis:

"During one of the sea trips, Stanley Pines got a vision / message from The Axolotl about Bill - that he'll be stuck in Stan's Mindscape watching through Stan's eyes and ears for the time being (thankfully powerless) as part of his "Exposure Therapy". As a fair trade, They also decided to transfer Bill's powers onto him for extra protection - although Stan didn't get them until later, which was quite a surprise for everyone involved.

Does Stan know why he's being the test dummy for this whole Exposure Therapy™️ shtick? Does Bill know why The Axolotl suddenly decided to torture him more? Even so, does Ford know why would all of this happen to the three of them now?

The answer to all three: Nope. No direct answer can ever be given by the pink-frilled god, sadly... at least, not yet."

[ferahntics]

Food for thought, maybe if the developers implemented sidequests into the game, maybe, JUST maybe, you could have a 'friendship' meter thing and if it was high enough, it would effect some of the characters' deaths or injuries and prevent them.

And I am not saying that cause I'm sad about Doey or Kissy, nahhhhh..

[morphestic]

I really love how Soukokus only solution to waking up an unconscious Sigma is slamming him 10 hundred times on the ground. When he clearly has a stab wound.

Whatever happened to logical thinking.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He's the biggest kid here. Large and In Charge.

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[bobbedazzled]

Do Not Disturb

Pairing: sylus x mc!reader Words: 1.3k Content/A!N: smut (?), nothing burger—just appeasing the parasites and their whispers, inspired by his Do Not Disturb call, I’m only on affinity 21 pls help❦

You hesitate under your dry refuge, the rain hissing in your ears before dulling to soft, uneven knocks on the car ceiling. Water drips from your hair, tracing cold lines down your neck as you shiver against the seat. The scent of rain and damp fabric invades the air as you tug the clothes clinging to you. The heavy linen drags as you peel it away, smearing dampness across your arms.

The dashboard lights glow softly over Sylus’ face, flickering in his crimson eyes as he glances at you. One hand stays firm on the steering wheel while the other taps lazily against the gear shift. The hum of the engine almost disappears beneath the relentless downpour.

“Isn’t the rain romantic?”

"Sure," he replies, amusement curling his lips. “You have it soaking my car seat.”

You smile, tilting your head. “And if it bothered you?”

His lashes lower slightly, veiling his eyes as he chuckles. Without a word, he reaches toward the backseat. A hoodie lands in your lap—still faintly warm from where it had been resting—his scent lingering in the cotton.

"I'm also sweaty," you warn, fingers toying with the fabric.

Sylus only hums. “It’s fine. You can shower when we’re back on base.”

He shifts gears with ease, the soft click of the transmission barely registering over the sound of the downpour. You press your lips together, mischief brewing, as your hand drifts from his arm to his thigh. The leather of his pants is smooth beneath your fingertips, concealing the firm muscle underneath. You press just enough to get a reaction, watching his expression change.

“Or,” you murmur, “we can make use of the scenery here.”

“Or,” he counters, words dipped in warning, “you can wait until we get home.”

You whine dramatically at his rejection, watching with satisfaction as he rolls his eyes. “And put your seatbelt on,” he scolds, snoozing the car’s persistent notification. Ignoring his command, you lean in further.

“Indulge me” you flirt, tapping his cheek with your finger. “I haven’t seen you in a week.”

“Four days,” he corrects, not missing a beat. His smirk returns, teasing. “Are you choosing to misbehave because you miss me?"

“Can you really make it home?” you pout, wanting another reaction. Sylus rewards you with silence, unamused by your game. Only the steady roll of the car over wet pavement, the wipers sweeping rhythmically across the windshield, and the distant murmur of thunder behind the skyline remain.

Recklessly, you lean over the center console, melodically calling for him as you slip a hand up his leg. A tut escapes him, but his free hand moves, slow and deliberate, to capture your wrist. His grip is firm, lifting your hand from his thigh and toward his lips.

“Behave,” he warns, his breath brushing your knuckles as he smiles. “Or I’ll make sure you regret not waiting until we get home.”

He presses a soft, lingering kiss to your fingers before releasing you, his attention snapping back to the road as if you hadn't just unraveled in the seat beside him. The tension lingers, thick like the mist curling against the windshield. The engine's murmur fills the silence, but the air between you crackles with something unspoken, heady. Outside, the streetlights blur into golden smears against the rain, but inside, the space feels smaller, warmer. You idly gaze at the buildings passing by, your body warmed by your thoughts as you toy with the hem of his sweater.

Even with nothing pressing to fear, Sylus prefers you tucked away, somewhere only he has access. The dim glow of streetlights flickers through the rivulets of water racing down the car windows, casting shifting shadows over his sharp features. There’s something possessive in the way his fingers tighten slightly on the wheel, his crimson gaze flicking toward you as if ensuring you’re still there. He’d much rather have you curled up in the comfort of his home than drenched and teasing him in the confines of his car.

Without warning, the car slows and veers smoothly toward the side of the road. He shifts the car into park, and the mechanical click of the gear shifts unnervingly sharp in the silence. The engine still hums, and for a moment, Sylus remains motionless, rain cascading down the windshield like a curtain between you and the outside world.

"You've gone quiet." he taunts.

"I'm behaving." You reply.

"How boring."

Before you can reply, he moves. In one fluid motion, he unfastens his seatbelt and leans toward you, his presence overwhelming, heat radiating from him despite the chill of your damp clothes. His hand finds your jaw, tilting your face just enough for his breath to ghost over your lips. His scent—leather, rain, something faintly spiced—wraps around you, intoxicating. You look away from his intense gaze, refusing to move as he waits for permission.

A scoff tickles your cheek before his grip shifts, fingers curling at your waist as he drags you effortlessly over the console into a loose embrace. His brow raises as you hesitate, your sudden retreat not going unnoticed. Your pulse quickens as warmth curls low in your stomach. The damp fabric of your clothes clings to your skin, but suddenly, the heat of his touch makes you squirm. You hesitate to meet his heavy gaze as he slips a hand under the dark fabric of his hoodie, tugging at your top.

"Still wet." he whispers. "Want a cold?"

His smirk deepens, slow and knowing, as if he can hear the frantic stammer of your heart. "What, don't want to play anymore?" he coos. "Did I scare you, kitten?"

Heat floods your face, and you part your lips to speak, but no words come out. Sylus doesn’t move right away. Instead, he watches, as if memorizing every detail—the way your breath hitches when his fingers skim along your jaw, the faint shiver that courses through you as he drags his knuckles down your spine. The smirk he wears tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing, exactly how to unravel you.

His fingers slip into your damp hair, threading through the strands. A low hum escapes him, something pleased, something satisfied. He tilts his head slightly, brushing his lips over yours but never quite closing the distance again, savoring the way you chase the touch.

"Come," his voice is tender.

Warmth spreads through your skin as his thumb traces delicate circles along your jaw. The space between you slowly seals, dragging you close in careful increments. His breath tickles your lips, savoring the proximity before fully taking what has already been his for the claim—an unspoken possession in the way he moves against you. His kiss is slow but consuming, unwrapping his patience and restraint.

The pads of his fingers press into the nape of your neck, and his other hand presses firm at the small of your back. You welcome his bitter taste; the remnants of his evening drink slither against your tongue. He smiles as you guide his arm down, stroking your thigh before repositioning and rocking you closer. You return a groan as you brush against his hips, grinding down on the bow perked under his leathers. Hands rush to your sides, kneading at your waist as your breaths mingle.

"Want to come home?" He whispers against your lips before returning, desperate. "I'll drive like this if I have to." You laugh against his kisses. Smiles fade as your hips continue to meet, slow and rhythmic, guided by his firm grip on your torso.

The cold rain outside fades to nothing, drowned out by the heat curling between you. Linkon stretches empty before you, blurred by rivulets of rain racing down the car windows. The quiet city streets offer little more than the occasional passerby braving the storm. Outside, the rain continues to fall, but inside, it’s only the steady rise and fall of your breath against his chest. He could stay like this just for a little longer.

[tiredandoptimistic]

I just realized. In One Step Ahead, the "typical Curt" "typical jerk!" "ooh, sick burn" interaction is way more than just banter. Owen hears "time to save the world again" and can immediately write it off as Curt being Curt, unable to grow and think for himself beyond stupid impulsivity. Typical Curt, acting like it's a simple save the world scenario where he can cut corners and come out the hero. Meanwhile, Curt hears "and pretend to be a hero again" and can't square it with the Owen he remembers, it's just generic villain dialogue. Just a typical jerk who wants to cause pain. It's no coincidence that the next line in the song is Curt saying "what happened to the man I knew?" he literally can't recognize this interaction as things Owen would do or say.

[pavlovianpanic]

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY MY RESOURCE AND HUB BLOG for my new blog. if you'd like my NEW BLOG, please like this post. this will circulate a few times over the next few days. my queue here still has some content in it, so that will run out, and then it won't post anything.

oh yeah, for personals: idc if you reblog whatever you want from me, just not the threads i had with other users. aesthetics, art, headcanons / metas, whatever. go nuts. the pinned post still has a dossier for all my links on it.

[syntheticsystem]

How do you think it would go if thrawn opened up to Eli vanto about his sister (her original name when she was little would have been Vurika before it became Borika after she married the one guy ) & brother thrass ? Do you think Eli would try to ask about them (maybe wanting to know more about them or just curious about thrawn) or try finding thrawn missing sister when he’s with the Chiss?

ooh, so this is a difficult one because I don't think thrawn really would open up to eli about these things. however, if he did, then eli would absolutely want to know more. I just don't believe he'd know how to ask about it...

in general, I think eli is curious about both the chiss and thrawn's past. but... he refrains from asking about these things out of respect. these parts of thrawn almost feel taboo, since eli still believes he's an exile. it would be a similar case here: eli would be incredibly curious, but also a little worried that anything he says might push thrawn to silence. instead, he would probably just listen (very attentively), let him talk, then hope that another opportunity for thrawn to discuss it comes up. at best, he carefully prompts thrawn while he's talking, in an indirect way (hoping to keep him talking).

personally though, I find it likely that thrawn never opens up about these things. however... that doesn't mean eli can't find out about it all. once he's with the chiss, he'll inevitably end up learning more about thrawn; facets of him he's unfamiliar with. perhaps at first, thrass and the fact thrawn is a merit adoptive; later, about his upbringing on rentor, his old name, and at last vurika. I also think that learning all this HAS to change eli's view of thrawn. as much as he's a big grand admiral of a fascist regime now, he had relatively little autonomy earlier on in life. in a way, eli had more autonomy joining the empire than thrawn did the expansionary defense fleet. thrawn wouldn't seem as invulnerable as he believed, I think.

also, knowing he had another name (vurawn), how merit adoption works (based on potential or, basically, 'usefulness'), the fact he has/had a family left behind on rentor, plus how vurika was taken away, eli would find new sympathy for him. thrawn seems even more 'human' to him — no longer a mysterious exile, but just another person carrying the same losses, griefs, disappointments as anyone else.

either way though, eli is researching this damn blueberry to hell and back once he's landed up with the chiss. his sister, too. the mitth, merit adoptives, taharim academy. whether it's by asking ar'alani or sifting through results on his questis, he'd end up learning about this stuff, and it'd likely leave him feeling vaguely sad for thrawn. I can also see him investigating where vurika ended up, regardless of how he learns about her (or how successful he is).

anyhow, thank you as always for the ask! I was quite uncertain answering this one; as I usually make clear, I am no expert in thranto (and I know relatively little about the ascendancy trilogy)! I hope it is nonetheless a semi-satisfying answer :)

[essenceofarda]

Of Blessed Thyme and Thistle - Chapter 1 | Page 1

Faramir's cousin, Lothiriel, comes to Minas Tirith to become a companion of his new bride, Eowyn, something that he hopes will ease Eowyn's rough transition into Gondorian Society. Eowyn, for her part, decides her new companion would in turn make the perfect bride for her brother Eomer, King of Rohan. Matchmaking shenanigans ensue 😏

Yayy I finished page 1!! I plan to do at least another page this weekend, but do let me know if you'd like me to continue!! I survive on encouragement 😆

Also yes i know i Know "Black" is the color of Sauron, shhh let's just pretend that now that Sauron is out of the picture Normal people can be goth or wear black without moral issues lol

[spilledstars1234]

my first thoughts on the link click live action drama (minor spoilers)

stalker lu guang being canon is just so funny to me help

also pls they way he started listing out cxs' personal details of that magnitude to HIS FACE like what???

honestly i would've punched him and then called up the police if i were cxs in that moment

also, i've seen a lot of ppl calling live action lu guang rude/snobby to cxs, but like...i've always seen lu guang as the person to act stoic to people he doesn't know, and eventually warms up to them later on when he gets to know them better. so i think that he just acts like that just bc he doesnt rly know cxs yet. or maybe that's just me?

and i wonder who LG's Teacher was. and like how they died too...

off-topic but lg's introduction scene was so funny to me like bro was just standing there like 🧍‍♂️

and cxs being shorter than lg is just so WRONG imo

and, to compare donghua cxs to live action cxs, donghua cxs is more like the type who acts silly, yes, but it's more like he knows when he can act silly, and when to act serious. you know? but in the live action, it's more that cxs is... Just silly. Or maybe that's just me?

BUT! I love how qiao ling still has her pink bunny phone case! i loved that detail sm!

and i loved how accurate the set for the photo studio was, the design for it is really good, like the whole place feels like it belongs to a messy teenage boy. i also loved how they added small things here and there to give it the lived-in feel.

and i liked the scene in ep 3 where LG was eating with ql's parents, and how taken aback he kinda looked when her parents were like "we are a family now, just treat this place as your home from now on" like ahh my BABYYY

also the basketball scene in ep 3 where cxs scooted closer to lg with lg scooting away from him, that felt pretty accurate to donghua-them imo!

i'm slightly annoyed with the black hair for LG but honestly, it's been growing on me actually!

anyways, donghua cxs and live action cxs are kind of...very different. i am intrigued to see how the rest of the live action will play out. so far i have very mixed feelings (most of the first episode was a mess imo), but it's not the worst live action adaptation i've seen. like it's not exactly the same as the donghua, but it's still not, like, horrendous, you know? Like it's honestly kind of decent and it seems to have potential, so we'll see how the rest goes.

[canisalbus]

I'm sure you get loads of these but heck I said I'd give it a shot anyway!

Your artwork is so inspiring and beautiful. I recently graduated from art school with a degree in Animation Production but I've decided I'd love to be an illustrator some day. Your work really motivates me and gets my brain juice buzzin. Keep it up!!!

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[tealeavesandthorns]

@dontcxckitup liked the thing and gets a starter

"That, most certainly does not belong there." Maria's tone was frustrated as she looked down at the pile of messy papers on top of the box.

"Oh for goodness sake-" She shuffled the papers, all things she'd pulled out for Bond about a few days ago. She'd been wondering what he'd done with them and had hoped he'd returned them. "I'm going to murder him, very slowly and very painfully when he gets back from whatever island he's on." She muttered to herself before a noise at the end of the shelves caught her attention.

A sheepish look crossed her face when she realised it was M and he might have seen her losing her temper.

[invinciblerodent]

an entirely expected side effect of me whipping out my old external HDD is that now I AM going to rewatch basically the entirety of my canon game of Inquisition that I had mostly recorded back in like '15-'16, and get my heart torn right out again by this damn guy making this damn face

he deadass goes "😢" doesn't he