#cool ROM

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Otps/Pairings: Kevin Doyle & Jane Nichols (27 Dresses) “That day, I woke up and put on my 28th dress. I went to a wedding where no one asked me to hold the bouquet...fold a place card of hold their dress while they peed. Everything was perfect. And I didn't care...because right then, the only thing that mattered...was the person waiting for me at the end of the aisle. And he was looking at me the way I'd always hoped."

[ser-i-vant]

my personal rough attempt at trying to figure out what the hell these guys look like. shared for the world to see

[09172luneojun]

Evangelion CD and CD-ROM Covers

[blueskittlesart]

ds botw hyrule castle doesnt exist 😭😭😭 i'm sure they had to cut structures to get it to a playable state but still

[hollis-art]

doing some very important thinking about what star trek crew i'd fit in best with and i have many thoughts about it

now my first instinct would be to say The Next Generation guys because they feel like family and i love them, but then i think about how they treat Reginald Barclay (the guy who is literally me fr) and,,,, yeah, those guys would NOT like me. i could hang out with Data just fine but anyone else feels like they'd be a bit judgmental smh. like as much as i love Geordi, i feel like he'd be dissing me behind my back smh smh

then we have Deep Space Nine. now i love that crew, i really really do. they are so fascinating and genuinely one of the most interesting set of people in tv history imo, but those guys are FREAKS and i dont want to be ANYWHERE near them. Jake and Nog get a pass bc i genuinely really want to be their friend but other than that? no. get me OUT of this space station

and the other series just dont stick out to me enough to even have an opinion about them, but my final verdict is that i'd be buddies with The Original Series crew. i would probably die really fast but hey, at least they're not judging me like tng or doing whatever they do on ds9. and they have Uhura :D i love Uhura

[art-is-kayos]

Resident of Metropolaris Ayin

I also like this version

[lazzarella]

This is kind of a pointless post, but I've been watching Asian BLs for just over nine months, now, and it's just been so nice? And it's still so nice! I don't know. I've spent at least two decades seeking out whatever queer media I could find (I'm still kinda mad at myself that I never stumbled across these shows earlier) and it's been great and there are so many wonderful films and a handful of shows I've enjoyed but I was getting burnt out on not being able to find what I was looking for or of yet another wrong person, wrong place kind of romance. Which are nice! But sometimes I just wanted more fluff. And now I've stumbled into an abundance of it, along with so much more.

It's just... the variety and the accessibility and the sheer number of happy endings!! And they're shows so I can really sink into the stories, which is lovely. It's just... So nice, you know? I'm still having the time of my life and I'm so excited for everything I still haven't seen and all the shows yet to come!! I wanted to write a longer post, but I don't really have anything to say. Guess I just wanted to let everyone know it’s been nice! 😂

[fantomette22]

Bloodborne girls appreciation post!!!!

Bonus :

& Good hunter girl and there's so many other too!

[1pcii]

me n who

[amalthea-wolfwood]

Selfshiptober Day 11; Comfort

Poor sweetie Kaeya come lay ur head on my lap it'll be okay

(Molly- it/they, Kaeya-they/them)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[skhardwarevers1]

I know I missed it’s birthday by a day but

I put Greener on an unbranded mp3 player that came out of the depths of the abyss

[cwritesfiction]

It's in the Cards: Chapter One Excerpt

(It's in the Cards is an adult rom-com with speculative elements. Please note: this is a draft and is subject to change!)

Elliott Beck was getting good at lying.

When it came to lies, the devil was in the details, and nothing taught them details like managing Betsey’s Metaphysical Boutique on Ocean Avenue. They lied about candles for rituals, which customers could learn by purchasing beautiful spellbooks. They lied about herbs and sigils and crystals, sometimes giving multiple explanations for the same item within a single shopping day. Of course they used the spell jars! In fact, they’d used one that week to cleanse their apartment of negative energy! They wouldn’t mention that the “negative energy” was actually the smell of stale weed from their downstairs neighbors, but that was fine. People who came to Betsey’s weren’t interested in reality, anyway.

In the back of the narrow shop, Elliott sat in the corner they’d designated specifically for tarot readings. For customers, they’d provided a sofa strategically covered with blankets to hide its concerning stains. For themself, they’d found a wooden chair that was gorgeous to look at and hell to sit on. It was far from the elaborate setup they’d originally envisioned, but Betsey had only given them so much space in the already-cramped shop. What she hadn’t given them was a budget.

But the furniture didn’t matter, because they could wow customers with their most beautiful set piece: themself. Presently, they wore a purple button down dotted with shimmering stars. Mismatched earrings, a gold sun and moon, dangled from their ears. God, they hated the earrings. Elliott’s fingers knocked into them whenever they re-tousled their chin-length shag of blond hair.

“I love your earrings,” their current customer said. She was dressed for the beach, a shoulder bag of towels sitting on the floor beside her flip-flopped feet. “And I love your cards! What a pretty color.”

“Thanks! We have plenty of decks for sale!” None like Elliott’s, though. They should’ve flaunted a deck from the shop, but instead, they used the Dungeons and Dragons themed deck they’d bought for themself as a housewarming gift. The backs of the cards were a shimmering purple, a twenty-sided die in the center of each. The faces featured items from the game—adventurers, monsters, weapons—illustrated similar to a Rider-Waite deck. When they’d tried to explain the references to Betsey, they’d ended up trapped in an hour-long lecture about the history of tarot art.

“I might look around later,” the woman said in a way that meant she wouldn’t. “I was supposed to meet my family at the beach, but of course, none of them showed up on time. I thought this would be a fun way to wait instead of cooking in the sun!”

Probably a smart idea, considering she was the same shade of pasty white as Elliott, who’d sometimes get burnt in the time it took them to walk from their car to the shop. They placed a hand on their tip jar, as if to say, please look at my tip jar. It was actually a tip mug shaped to look like a fat orange cat, the handle made from its black-striped tail. This particular cat’s name was Norman, the unofficial mascot of Garfield Beach who the locals called Not Garfield as a nod to the town’s not-copyright infringement. On Not Garfield’s round belly, Elliott had taped a small sign: Tips appreciated - ELLIOTT BECK, they/them, cash or Venmo!

They began to shuffle. “Is there anything specific you’d like me to consider when I read your cards?”

“Nope! You’re the expert!”

They were glad she thought so, considering they’d only just started offering tarot readings a few weeks ago. “Then for your three-card spread, the first card will reflect your past, the second, your present, and the third, your future.” At least, that was one technique they’d learned while watching tarot YouTube tutorials while cooking. They set the deck on the table and spread the cards in an arc.

The woman reached forward. “Do I pick?”

“No.” They weren’t eager to have people’s hands on their personal deck…or their personal anything for that matter. “I’ll do all the touching. So, let’s start with your past.”

They flipped a card: The Eight of Wands.

“Ah,” they said.

“What does it show?” the woman asked.

Elliott wasn’t sure, because for the life of them, they couldn't remember what the Eight of Wands meant. Usually, the illustrations helped them remember meanings, but this one looked like a bunch of ambiguous sticks. Taking a deep breath, Elliott bobbed their head, hoping they appeared lost in thought. They didn’t need to provide a perfect interpretation—tarot was less about memorization and more about helping people gain insight into their lives. That was the advice given by someone with an unrepeatable username on Reddit, and Elliott intended to follow it.

“Wands are good,” they remembered. “But…sometimes, you can have too much of a good thing. It looks like you’ve recently had a lot on your plate.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I did do a ton of laundry before leaving to come here.”

“And besides that?”

“Well, there were dishes too.”

Elliott nodded calmly, internally screaming.

[synthwayve]

Some trad doodles I did during class, colored digitally

Been feeling pretty bad about my art/content lately, so if I’ve been responding slow to you that is why x,D I find that when I’m in slumps like that, it helps to switch mediums a little bit(even if my traditional art is. Oof…very VERY rough). Hope you guys enjoy anyway!

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

I'll admit the talk of FE romhacking has made me interested in creating my own fan-game plot (minus the romhacking part just yet I am an artist I can't code for shit)

Still need to name my kingdoms and give my characters stats but my lord is a healer. This man only has staves and light magic. He is weak and I love him for it

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[twasjane]

I'm rereading Terry Pratchett: A Life with Footnotes (written by Rob Wilkins and based on Pratchett's memories he'd recorded before his illness took hold) and the part recounting how Terry Pratchett meets his wife Lynn, first on a train reading Lord of the Rings then again at a party is just... So lovely I could die. I've yet to see a Rom com that could capture just how romantic and sweet this is.