#delvin is a cute one too

[thehomophobe]

When encountering a child 🧒: Part 2

Roxy 🐺: "Alright, so here's what you do." Roxy instructed as she pointed at the gas pedal inside the kart. "Your foot pushes on that pedal. That's what makes the kart go."

"And what about this one?" The kid points at the other smaller pedal in curiosity.

"That's the brake pedal."

"That's what stops the kart?"

"Mmhm." Roxy nodded. It was a simple vehicle but simple is different when it comes for children. (Y/N), the kid in the Roxy themed kart, had never touch one these in their whole life. Which is unbelievable despite living inside the literal walls of the mall in secret. The was right by the raceway, hidden in the dark shadows in the back where no guests, staff or robot could define. The only person who clearly notice the standalone slum from the darkness was Roxy. (Infrared vision obvi) And with an effort, Roxy decided to keep the kid's shack a secret from everyone, including her bandmates. How could she not keep allegedly her #1 fan practically standing by her side? 

(Y/N) held tightly to the steering wheel; all the might in their arms was forced onto the apparatus. They were nervous, only the adults drive a car, not little kids. But they had Roxy as their teacher, who gave a small chuckle from behind. "What's got you so tense?"

"Nervous." said (Y/N)

"You're going to be fine. Just follow the path" Roxy made a vague, squiggly outline of the track. "and slow down if you close to the edge." She points the barracks blocking around the perimeters of the track. (Y/N) loosen up and steadied themself, ready to race.

"You ready?" Their instructor asked, jumping over the barracks near the finish line.

"Mmhm." (Y/N) nodded determinedly. "I'm ready." 

Roxy couldn't smile anymore at the kid's determination. That furrow of focused, it's just too cute. 

"On your marks."

"Get set."

"Go!"

The colors fly, soar even. The wind blusters through with an unmatched force. The lights glow, illuminating with their shine. The crowds would cheer, whoas, wows, and whoos can be heard. Zooming through the gravel, bottles on the ground spin at the speed of light. Spray the champagne, pass the bottle. Hit the gas and go full throttle! You say to yourself. It felt amazing. It felt exhilarating. 

And you were one going 14 miles per hour.

Hey, it was fun for you. Especially with that big imagination of yours.

Riding the line at the final minute, you wanted to be first in line. Not really worried about the time. Roxy stood and watched for the last minutes ticking passed, arms crossed but she was smiling. Happy to see you're fun. You smiled back, showing all your jagged teeth to the gynoid.

Once you passed the finish line, Roxy cheered and clapped for you. You got out the kart and ran towards her like a kid after their first day of school, happily hugging her legs. Roxy didn't exactly know how to respond, but she thought a simple hug in return was good enough. 

You won the pole position by having the slowest qualifying time. 

Sun 🌞:

Riley Magner and Sally Rovere; left just after snack time was over.

Tommy Reignheart and Harry Kent; they too had made their descent.

Clementine, Jezbelle, Reggie and Nevin; all went home with their nanny Mrs. Delvin.

One by one the children all go, except for one who's all alone.

(Y/N) (L/N). The last child of the night. 

Sun kept to their side siting in one of the plastic chairs and assisted the young child on their paper pal. A competent distraction from the somber situation, the solemn moratorium of their guardian picking them at the late hours of the night. It is about this time when the daycare should be closed and Sun would rest while his brother handled security outside the giant play place. But for now, we craft a friend, to accompany us in this quiet, sepulchral yet serene moment in time. 

"Wow. That's a very nice paper pal friend!" The android complemented, marveling the poorly colored paper pal in front of the child. (Y/N) smiled both proud of their creation and happy about the complement. "

Tank you Mr. Sun." They slurred with glee and not-quite-right pronunciation. A grammer lesson would wait, Sun has to put all these supplies back to their rightful homes. With the help of (Y/N) of course.

"Do you know where the little crayons go?" Sun asked.

"Into the boo box." (Y/N) said, placing the crayons to their happy home. 

"That's right! Good job little star!" Sun clapped in congrats.

(Y/N) was always a sweet child. Whether it be during playtime, snacktime, naptime or an afternoon lecture, they would always behave wonderfully in the daycare. A trait both Sun and Moon admire dearly. Of course they were other sweet kids, but our spotlight is on (Y/N) today is it not? After cleaning up, Sun's battery alert popped up, reminding him of his low power.

WARNING! LOW BATTERY 

20% Power Remaining

He really needs to charge soon, both for him and Moon. He yawns of tiredness and rubbed his eyes. It was in his code for to be drowsy when his power depleted under 50%. You know, to look more human to the kids. With all the perks: stiff shoulders, malaise, slowed reflexes, constant yawning, and of course, droopy eyelids slightly covering powder blue eyes.

He was fatigued. He needed sleep. Sleep mode that is. But he can't leave (Y/N) unattended, even if they're responsible enough to be unsupervised.

"Mr. Sun." A small voice peeped. Below the 8ft android lied the small child looking up with big eyes. "Are you sleepy?"

"Sleepy? Me?" He perked up after the question and shook his head quickly to shake some spunk back into his system. "Oh nonononono I'm ok! I'm wide awake! See?" He smiled, trying to play off the exhaustion.

"Oh ok. Kan you braid my hair? Pwetty pweaze?" (Y/N) asked politely. 

"Why I loved to my little starbeam." Sun grinned. He really would. You had nice hair and it was an activity that doesn't require a lot of power. He's just gotta sit down and braid your hair. That's it. He can do that. He can absolutely do that. 

With newfound energy, Sun searched for the chest of scrunchies a coworker once donated for kids with longer hair while playing. Meanwhile, (Y/N) found a comfy spot. It was the perfect place. The sleepaway tent near the back of the daycare. Mainly used for kids who were more introverted and calm then the others. Away from the bedlam of children's games and cacophony of laughter and loud screams. 

Chest in hand, Sun scanned the area, looking for the little star that had just eluded him. 

"(Y/N)~. Where are you~?" Sun sonnets, like a princess serenading the woodland creatures around her. 

"I'm in here Mr. Sun!" (Y/N) giggled, a little head peeked from the tent. 

Oh dear. Sun silently worried. The sleepaway tent was also made for naps too. It was quiet, calming, peaceful, and according to Moon, incredibly comfortable. He was starting to wonder if he wasn't gonna make through the night.

"Come on come on!" (Y/N) hurried the android.

"I-I'm coming star." Sun stammered a little. Robotic celestials above please give him strength.

Moon 🌚: Moon check the doors. Once, twice, thrice. He can't have those pesky nightguards ambush him tonight. The perfect night for a late slumber party. He checked one final time; the pitch black is what the average person would see outside fake Lincoln log doors, but for Moon it's an empty hall slightly dirted from the patrons from early and are due for some scrubbing. Good, no ones here. 

"All clear little star~." Moon grinned, closing the door slightly.

A little giggle rumbled from inside the sleepaway tent. A lilac blanket shifted before rising from the floor. A child emerged from beneath, the blanket turned into a woolen shawl wrapped around their small body. An equally cheeky grin matched the one on Moon's. Let the fun begin.

It's been two whole weeks since Moon found (Y/N) living inside the plex. During a midnight security run, Moon found a small cot hidden deep within the gift shop, hiding behind old boxes of merchandise untouched by anyone in the past. (Y/N) presumably utilized the boxes for their hut. Moon found the child sleeping with an old (and incredibly ugly) plush of himself. Their guest id wasn't registered at all in the system, meaning they snuck in during the rush hours. So with a heart of gold, (and Sun's incessant use of persuasion), he took (Y/N) in as his own. 

To think: Moon's (and Sun's) very own child.

"We could be their dads!" 

"Don't push it."

But it doesn't sound bad, (Y/N) is a good kid and both brothers wouldn't have it any other way.

"What would you like to play first star?" Moon asked. The child hummed in thought before choosing. 

"That one." They pointed at a pack of colorful cards in the center of pile. Old Maid: Simplified. A simple game. And it had little pictures for (Y/N) to learn. 

Moon dealt the cards out for the both of them while he explained the rules. "You see these people?" He laid three different cards in front of the child: A milkman, a ballerina and a police officer. "If you two of the same person," he pulls the same three cards again, "you put them over here." The child nodded.

"You win if you don't get the old maid." He pulls the old maid card up to show. 

"Why?" (Y/N) asked.

Huh? A question Moon couldn't properly answer. He wasn't sure why the game maker deemed the old maid the losing degree. She's just an old lady. "I'm...not exactly sure star." He shrugged after dealing the cards. (Y/N) got into a comfortable position before the game started.

 You must've played hundreds of games tonight with Mr. Moon. You won some, you lost some other ones, but you had fun tonight. And now you were sleepy. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

"Getting sleepy little star?" A rumbly voice purred. You always thought Mr. Moon's voice was pretty. It sounded like those cats you would hear on the streets. You nodded slowly. A pillow was placed by your side like magic. You held the blanket closely, feeling the softness around you. A nap sounded good to you anyways.

"Nighty night, little star~."

[argisthebulwark]

Silly little personal hc I have that Brynjolf and tld are just down so horrendously for each other that until they finally, finally, finally confess their feelings they can not even be in the same area as the other. Brynjolf looses all ability to sneak as soon as tld is around. One minute he’s the best they’ve got, the next he is walking into everything and the loud ass sound of everything in the guild falling over and clattering to the floor is echoing throughout because he can not tear his eyes away from them. Likewise, tld is constantly having to be watched as if they are a small child because they can’t stop staring at Brynjolf and they have almost walked into the water 6 times and counting. Everyone thinks this is really fucking cute………………at first. But it doesn’t take long for everyone else in the guild, even the ones who have been there the longest, to want to leave forever. And what really doesn’t help anything is the fact that anytime any other guild member is like “Oh my god just tell them how you feel” both tld AND Bryn are like “No 😔 i can’t 😔 i don’t think they feel the same way 😔😢” These two are very quickly making the guild as a whole rethink the whole “no killing” rule feyufhhdeuuaefgbv

YESS god they'd be so cute but so annoying about it. i gotta put some under a cut because i talked too much as always.

Mercer wants to strangle Brynjolf. He's fairly certain he could get away with it. The rest of his thieves are too busy thinking it's sweet to notice the lack of productivity - his second in command can't even get through a conversation with the new recruit in the room. One moment they're discussing potential jobs and covering new clients, the next Brynjolf's stumbling over his words. Luckily Mercer's hands are swift enough to catch the inkpot before Brynjolf carelessly spilled it over weeks of planning. Fingers flexing over his dagger, Mercer watches the two idiots circle around each other. He wants to instruct Rune to stop ushering them away from the Cistern waters and let them fall in. If they can't tear their eyes away from Brynjolf long enough to walk they deserve a dip in the chilly water. Annoyance taints every interaction but they both seem blissfully unaware of Mercer's biting tone, too busy gazing at one another while he tries to hammer in the importance of their assignment.

Vex will never admit to finding them cute. Nothing good has happened in the Flagon in recent memory so watching the new recruit tiptoe around Brynjolf while he flounders trying to ask a simple question is entertaining. Her laugh comes out as a surprised snort when Brynjolf tries to make a smooth exit, knocking the wind out of his poor lungs when he walks straight into the bar. She's cautious when the recruit comes to her for an assignment, never placing her and Brynjolf in the same Hold. They'd be a disaster. The amusement quickly wears into exasperation. Vex tries to talk them into having a conversation with Brynjolf about their feelings to save them all from bodily harm. She's speechless when their newest member looks up at her with somber eyes, sighing drearily and assuring her that Brynjolf would never return their feelings. Vex bites her tongue, sure that silence is a better answer than sarcasm.

Vekel has worked among the band of thieves for ages and is glad for fresh blood. It's nice to see Brynjolf do something other than work. Feigning exhaustion he slides the recruit's drink to the redhead, insisting that Brynjolf should hand them the drink. A shattered glass and spilled ale is all he gets for his efforts, though it is sweet how the recruit worries over the cut on Brynjolf's hand. After months pass and they're still skirting around one another Vekel's ready to step in. It's clear as day to everyone else but they insist on dancing around it, taking turns moaning in the tavern about their unrequited love. He cannot stand all the pining and yearning over a love that is clearly requited.

Delvin felt something shift in their group when Brynjolf's bragging paid off and a new member bounded into the Flagon. He notices his old friend's hands shaking when he checks the cut on their forehead and listens dutifully to the tale of their journey through the Ratways. Sitting back in his chair he watches them gravitate toward each other, the unwitting way their bodies seem to shift closer. It would be sweet if the recruit hadn't tripped over half a dozen chairs on their way, the clattering sound of furniture still echoing around their tavern. "Just tell them." Delvin pleads for what feels like the thousandth time, head in his hands. He's given up all decorum and is practically begging Brynjolf to admit his feelings and save them all some time. "I can't," Brynjolf answers, the same as ever. "They don't feel the same, it wouldn't be right." "Dear gods," Delvin sighs and ponders contacting the Dark Brotherhood. He's never been too strict on the 'no killing' rule anyway.

Rune quickly finds friendship with Brynjolf's protege. It's fun listening to their stories of life before winding up in Riften and they're intrigued by his mysterious past. They open up to him about the feelings they're harboring for Brynjolf and Rune, the good friend he is, guards it as if the secret's not widely known. He walks protectively between them and the waters of the Cistern, aware that their attention is entirely on the way Brynjolf's back looks in his armor. "He's in love with you." He wants to shake the truth into them. Months of longing glances and sighs heavy with yearning have driven his kind soul to its limits. "Everyone knows. He can hardly speak when you're around." "He'd never feel that way about me." Rune watches them squirm and cannot fathom how such an otherwise intelligent person can be so blind. "We're friends but that's it. I don't want to push him." Brynjolf waves at them, a friendly gesture cut short by the clashing sound of him tripping over a rack of weapons. Rune watches his friend rush over and finds himself wishing to lock them in the broom closet until they confess their feelings.

The whole Guild excluding two lovebirds hatch a plan. They can stomach it no longer. Vex assures the recruit that it'll be an easy job - breaking into an empty house can't be too hard. Delvin sends Brynjolf after some made up artifact stashed away in the unused basement. Mercer makes vague threats about coming back empty handed. Their fellow thieves work best in the shadows, orchestrating a meeting that will hopefully solve all their problems at once.

Poor lovesick Brynjolf makes quick work of entering the unoccupied house. The lock puts up little resistance before he's melting into the shadows, stumbling when a familiar set of eyes meet his. He sees their smile and his heart skips, trying to appear calm as he steps closer. "What are you doing here?" They approach him and Brynjolf's tongue feels too thick, all words vanish from his mind. They stumble, flailing forward and he dives to catch them. Wood flooring smacks his knees when his recruit falls into him, limbs tangled together. Hearts racing they stare at each other, words lost in fear. Neither wanting to be the first to pull away they remain there, breath mingling until they can stand it no longer and kiss him. They kiss Brynjolf for all those lingering moments and unspoken desires, clumsy fingers running along their cheek after months of pining. "Seems we've been set up." Finally he doesn't stumble over his words, amazed at the sight of his protege's flushed cheek leaning into his touch. "Do you have feelings -" "Yes." He can't help but laugh at their eagerness, heart fluttering against his ribs. "Do you?" "'Course I do."

[yoakkemae]

nightwing: freefall // do not reblog. // unfinished.

I decided to reread one of my favourite stories, and so now I'm going to pick apart what I like and don't like about this story. If you haven't read it, I would actually suggest that you would because it's super fun where Dick gains a "hobby" of skydiving, Dick and Talia clash, and Dick saves a baby!

We start out with Dick skydiving from twenty thousand feet over Gotham City. To give context of the timeline, this takes place after Donna's death, leading the Outsiders, the frankly terrible time in Bludhaven with Blockbuster and Tarantula, Stephanie's death, Chemo destroying Bludhaven, Jason coming back, and Dick has (at this point) moved back to New York City.

[NIGHTWING (1996) #140]

He's about to go to a meeting with Bruce, Tim, and Alfred and has to "leave this splendid isolation" until the next time he skydives. As he falls, he sees the manor and thinks about his parents, picturing them falling with him and enjoying the adrenaline just as much as he does, maybe even more.

"And there's one thing I'm sure of, my parents would be proud of my life." is the last thought we're given before we see Dick enter the Batcave towards where Bruce (upset), Tim (excited), and Alfred (understanding) is waiting for him. Bruce is feeling overprotective of Dick, and perhaps with good reason (Dick had been relatively suicidal just over a year ago, and skydiving is pretty dangerous), but Dick dismisses his concerns, and under the bright awe of Tim's reactions, there's not much else Bruce can say.

I actually think that Bruce's reactions make sense here and that the disagreement was handled maturely and didn't get into a huge argument. Bruce is a little obstinate about it, but he wouldn't be Bruce if he wasn't.

The meeting is about the fact that Ra's and Talia seem to be making some sort of move, and it ends with something a little lighthearted.

[NIGHTWING (1996) #140]

(That sibling bond of smiling at each other after the "parent" does something is so cute, and I love that little moment).

We go to Dick at a library, where we step away from the slight mess that was Delvin Grayson's characterisation (where Dick just wings everything and doesn't plan ahead; unfortunately, a characteristic that is apparently now "canon" to Dick) and he returns to his obsessive need to know everything.

[NIGHTWING (1996) #140]

I think the return to this in Dick's characterisation is genuinely so important. Sure, Dick has the ability to think on his feet, which makes him adaptable and great in emergencies, but Dick was also in the Batman school of contingencies and he is used to making plans within plans within plans. To deviate or to say otherwise shows a lack of understanding in Dick's character, in my opinion. (Thanks, Delvin Grayson for starting that. Thanks, Tom Taylor for cementing it in current canon).

After a friendly interaction with Deborah (where Dick introduces himself as "Richard"!), he exits after reading all of the information he wanted to see Talia waiting for him. I'm just going to leave the panel as is because I think it's honestly fantastic.

[NIGHTWING (1996) #140]

It's a very different interaction that we're going to get between these two later in the story, but it does show that there is at least some mutual respect between the two despite their animosity (before Damian's arrival).

I really like Dick and Talia's interactions throughout the storyline. I don't have too much to say with this one, but we'll get more into my thoughts on their dynamic later.

We next see Nightwing about to head to the Cloisters, no doubt the next hit for the museum robbers. It turns out that he gets there after they get there, and so Nightwing does what he does best--kick some ass. He also shows his perfect understanding of aerodynamics even for unfamiliar objects, and the night is saved.

[NIGHTWING (1996) #140]

(Or so he thought).

A dead flying zombie man flies out of the tomb, and Dick hitches a ride on its leg. He tries to get a tracker on it, but it unfortunately misses due to the harsh winds, and the zombie birdman intentionally flies him into a lighthouse so that Dick wouldn't be able to follow him from there.

The action is great, the tenacity Nightwing shows throughout both encounters is great, and we really get to see that Dick has spent decades as a crimefighter and isn't an amateur. (cough cough @ current canon).

We return to Dick and Tim, several nights later, and Dick talks about how he's now a museum curator and how he's going to make the tower connected to the museum into his "Batcave" so to speak.

[NIGHTWING (1996) #140]

Dick simultaneously pulls his best Bruce impression (keeping facts away from Tim rather than telling him the whole truth) while talking with Tim about some very personal stuff (which is not Bruce, not really). It's a sweet moment, them talking about how their fathers read them the same book, undercut by the fact that Dick is lying about the flying birdman.

Tim has to leave on a Titans emergency, and the issue ends with Clark showing up in full Superman gear saying that he and Dick need to talk.

TBC.

[magicalketchup]

2, 17 and 55

Hope I’m not intruding too much 😅

nahh youre fine!

2. what would you name your future kids? (thank you hshahdh

Olivia and Amélia!!!! I absolutely love these names, its so princess like, both cute and elegante idk if one day i do have kids i would fight my partner to name them one of those. and uhnn if its a boy i guess Delvin? or Fernando, Benjamin, Bernardo........ boy names are hard

17. opinion on insecurities

uhn well i do have a lot of them lol actually i dont quite understand the ask

i know everybody has insecurities and theres nothing much an outsider can do, its a hard process learning to love and accept what you see as flaws in your private world. i have my and some friends dont understand why (like body insecurities, especially), but at the same time i am the same with them. we tend to only see the bad, even with ourselves, and see who we love as perfect human beings.

...yeah ok dhahhdha

55. tumblr friends

ooh dont have that much audhauhs like i do have mutuals that i love seeing on my notifications and feed (like..... @missmysme @plastic--hearts @why-fren @siriricalirica @pinksrs and recently @m-iyaeto)

if anyone wants to talk, just message me, i love talking ahdhhsjs 🕺🏼🎆🌠

[controlledchaoscollective]

☂️,🌕,🌿,🌳 for the ask game? (hiiii :)) )

hi!!!

☂️- It’s easier to put in list form!

Niv: Ze/zir, snapshot & social member, uses the 🌻 emoji, 15, changeling, likes D&D, FNAF, writing, and pokemon!

Adaine: She/they, fictive & caretaker, uses the 🔮 emoji, high elf, 15, fantasy high fictive, also the one writing this!

Volt: 🔪/🔪s, avenger & demi-fictive, ageless, uses the 🪒 emoji, ram, fronts to handle arguments & potentially dangerous situations

Delvin: He/she/they, cassmate & spintive, 29 in human years, uses the 🦎 emoji, kobold, performs chores and housework

Libby: She/her, stress reliever, spiritual protector, & parative, 18, uses the 📝 emoji, human, likes to read & do social media

Fig: She/rot/gore, unknown role & fictive, 16, uses the 🪦 emoji, tiefling, likes listening to music & doing our makeup

Riz: He/him, logician & fictive, 15, uses the 💼 emoji, goblin, does schoolwork & occasional chores

Gorgug: He/him, fictive & comforter, 16, uses the 🥁 emoji, half-orc, mostly just relaxes and watches TV

Bambi: She/cute/bow, reasonist, 24, uses the 🎀 emoji, human, helps counteract paranoia & anxiety

Brennan: He/him, comforter & factive, 27, uses the ⚖️ emoji, human, acts as a surrogate parent figure

🌕- I guess it depends on member to member? We tend to split off into groups based on source & how long we’ve been around in the system. Volt, Bambi, Niv, Wilbur, Niki, Techno, and Viv have their own group based on how long each of them as been around, and they all act like family or very close friends (besides Niki and Wilbur, who are dating.) Within my group of everyone from my source we are all found-family. I’d say in general the system as a whole acts like a found-family type situation with each other, with most of us having inside jokes or being very comfortable with each other.

🌿- Okay this is actually really hard to pick because I think all of them are really hilarious when you remove them from context, but my favorite one has got to be “I guess today’s mood is angrily cooking spaghetti!”

🌳- Most of us share the same account because if we don’t it just gets too confusing and overloading, but a few of us have separate pokemon saves and separate minecraft worlds that only that headmate is allowed to use. We used to have multiple nintendo switch profiles but we switched to using just one because we didn’t want to pay for multiple nintendo online accounts.

[ivisite]

 DRAGONBORN 30 DAY CHALLENGE

Day 7 - Relationships

Sexual orientation:

Straight

Did your character marry? If so, who is their spouse?:

Eventually she does, but not until she’s at least 54. Brynjolf, after years of the two just being lovers, finally gets too old to crouch around the sewers and takes a knee for her, much to her playful picking. He’d be about 60, I’d guess.

“You know lass, Ragnar is doing so well with the guild, I suppose I could step back a bit if you’d fancy some company in my golden years…” Brynjolf said, trailing off a bit all while a playful smile dared to tug at the corners of his mouth.

“Oh aye? Took you long enough, you old codger. Finally feeling a day over 25, are you?” Saoirse cooed back, keeping to brushing out a matted bit of fur on the old family dog. She smiled, too, but did well to have her back to him so he wouldn’t see the joy that twinkled in her eyes.  Across the way, leaning against the sturdy fence post now, the now-greying red-head chuckled heartily. Gods, how he loved her.  “To say the least, Saoirse. I might dare say I feel…26 now.” He chirped.  “You’ve gotten used to a belly full of mead and crawling into a warm bed with me at night, is all this is~” Saoirse said, finally standing to turn to him, leaving the old mutt to bask in the warm sun near the cow pen. 

“You have done well to seduce an old man, lass. So what do you say, hm? Would you marry an old crook?” His eyes stayed pointed at hers, staring deeply into the dark blue seas that had always haunted him since he first met her as a younger, more naive man. 

“Why…I don’t know Bryn, seems rather sudden. And the farm…” She playfully cooed, opting to dusting off her shirt and glancing around the property.

His brows furrowed in concern.  “Now lass, I just asked a very serious question. A man deserves an answer and-” He started to whine, the green of his eyes reflecting what was left of the one fiery red in his hair.  “-Oh you old codger!~ Stop your whining, of course I’ll marry you.”

How well do they get along with their spouse?: 

It evolves as they do, so to speak but they always have a bit of a playful rivalry/cheeky sort of energy about them, regardless of the years. 

Upon being acquainted, when Saoirse is 20 and he’s likely 26, at least, the two have a whirlwind of a “relationship” while she runs around with the guild, initially. Constant cheekiness, not being able to keep their hands off the other for too long- they’re quite the matching set, two peas in a grass pod, so to speak. Their youthfulness has a heavy hand in it all and that also goes for the naivety of it all. They’re both far too smart for their own good and both end up falling far too hard, far too fast and in gets out of hand until they both get scared and start to shut off, in a sense? He starts stealing from her and she eventually finds out and runs off with his things and a bunch of the guilds’ job trinkets/money as a result. Young love, am I right?

 When she comes back around after finally deciding to tie up loose ends and go do the dragonborn stuff, she decides to go to Riften and try to work off her debt. Immediately, the two have their guards up, bickering and arguing often to the point that Delvin has to step in to get them to stop. It’s rocky at the beginning, the two having to learn to open up again and have to discover each other again through various jobs Delvin insists they go on together (he ships it-). They break down eventually after bickering to the point that they kiss and then go get really drunk and open up to one another. After that, and around the time the Goldenglow Estate job lines up is when Bryn starts to see her differently. She’s matured and is the freakin’ dragonborn, that’s cool and he starts to grow an unprecedented respect for her. While the guild is in shambles and she’s probably going to almost die fighting Alduin eventually, they are comforting figures for each other. They’re still cheeky and playful, but more maturely now. 

When they’re old gits, they’re the ultimate old couple goals? Like it goes from him sneaking into her room in the night and romancing her and checking in on their son for years, to him getting spoiled and sleeping in all day and whining about it being cold. Real cute, real spicy. 

Do they have any kids?:

While Saoirse has 2 children, the two are only half-siblings but the eldest, Ragnar is Brynjolf’s. Once she returns to the companions after saving the world and repaying the guild (by saving it, they’re welcome), she finishes where she left off at in the Companions plot, taking out the Silver-hand and curing Kodlak and etc, eventually becoming Harbinger and all doing so while unknowingly pregnant. Everyone assumes it’s Farkas’ considering that her and Farkas as Shield Bros with Benefits™ but Ragnar comes out with red hair (like his father) and blue eyes like Saoirse. Farkas sort of steps up and helps her raise him (And the two accidentally have a son together, whoops) but they aren’t ever more than platonic with some benefits? He respects her for saving himself and his brother and with the two being shield-siblings, he just steps up to help out being a “Father” figure to both kids, despite only being the youngest’s actual father.

If so, how do they feel about their kids?:

Brynjolf, being fond of children anyways, was overwhelmed but happy? I’d imagine he low key knew it might happen before he sent her back to Whiterun, but didn’t invest much in the thought until she showed up a few months later with a red headed baby that had his nose. He loves the little lad and always looks forward to Saoirse bringing him to Riften while she “shops” and asks her “old friend” if he minds watching Ragnar for a bit. Ragnar takes an immediate interest in Bryn, of course and the two are rather close despite the distance. Ragnar even runs off once he’s 17 or so on his own adventure to “find himself” and goes and looks for work in Riften on his mothers’ advice and lands himself as his fathers’ second in command in the guild. 

Best friend:

Ria, for sure, but Athis and Farkas are up there, too. When she’s away from Whiterun, however, she leans more towards Iona and Niruin. Ria is her bestie, though. 

Follower (or followers):

Iona, the Honeyside housecarl. She refuses to stay in the sewers once she goes back to Riften and takes time out of her week to become Thane just so she can by Honeyside. Iona comes with it, of course and the two become bros. Iona is rather protective of Saoirse and if any thieves guild members come to honeyside, she watches them like a hawk and keeps a really close eye on Brynjolf, in particular- almost amusingly so. 

Role models:

She doesn’t have one? As she journey’s, she decides that she wants to be the type of person her younger self could look up to and tries to be her own role model. She thinks it best to better yourself for yourself rather than to be like someone else. Now granted, she’s no hero but she takes her morally light gray, chaotic neutral energy and makes herself the best Saoirse she can be. 

Who else would you say your character gets along with? Or doesn’t?:

She’s not fond of the Black-Briars, Maven in particular. She knows a powerful woman when she sees one and the two often dance around with words whenever they have to talk. 

She really likes the Khajiit Caravans, too. All of them, Khajiits in general, to be honest. She grew up with a caravan and really appreciates the race as a whole. She might even offer to go sale their wares in cities if she has the time and they aren’t camped too far out. 

WOOt let me stop before I ramble anywAYS heres my child and her cheeky eventual husband. Things I learned include: making old people look old is hard and hair graying is hard to color but also LOOK AT THAT BACKGROUND!!! I drew that, I’m so proud ; u ; 

[isabelisfun]

project runway commentary for whatever ep i’m on probably the most recent

aw i like this challenge

geoffrey is so cute seriously

i hate it when designers want to stay too “true to themselves” so they don’t listen to the women

i wish it wasn’t a one day challenge i feel like it would have been better with time but we shall see

AAAH SERGIO STOP UR NOT BETTER THAN THEM

i lowkey miss delvin sorry

sergio U NEED TO LISTEN TO CHRISTIAN

i love christian’s rhythmic gymnastics

victoria girl u gotta do what the client says babe

christian really does give intelligent smart critiques

rn i feel like all of them really did what they were asked to so i’m worried about judges critiques

victoria’s is sort of boring she probably could have done more, sergio’s is sort of boring and ugly, marquise’s i think is exactly what she asked for and that’s good, i think brittany’s is pretty, geoffrey’s i think isn’t so bad, i think nancy’s is sort of odd like idk i’m not sure about it

i’m confused rn like who do the judges dislike

i feel like they’re gonna maybe make the athletes leave and then like really critique

ok yup i was right

OMG SERGIO INFURIATES ME SHE ASKED TO HAVE HER BUMP BE SHOWN OFF STFU

i like geoffrey’s jacket

i like don’t know who is going home

ahhh i’m praying marquise isn’t leaving but i sort of think he is

YES BRITTANY COME FOR SERGIO AND HIS POLICING OF WOMAN’S BODIES

ok i have like no clue who’s leaving and who’s winning i think it may be marquise leaving and nancy winning??

YAYYY MARQUISE AINT LEAVING IM SO HAPPY

alright victoria u want someone to go home than byeeeeee

anyways tho i agree with the judges cuz they all did a good job in the challenge, which was making the clients happy

[eeveevie]

"Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move" for your pairing of choice

Mara Finds a Way

I took a different approach to this and set it during their relationship, but still involves the two taking the next big step and being afraid to. 

from this list

Brynjolf x F!Dragonborn (Fiona)

1600 words (under a cut) | Ao3

“Looking for our lovely Guildmaster?”

It wasn’t the first thought that crossed Brynjolf’s mindwhen he entered the Ragged Flaggon that afternoon. He knew Fiona had traveledto Rorikstead on some small matter, but Guild business had kept him in Riften—afew days apart didn’t concern him like it did in the early days of theirrelationship. While he still accompanied her on most journeys, it wasn’t unusualfor him to occasionally stay behind.

His younger self might balk at how domesticated he’dbecome with Fiona in the recent years they’d shared together, transforming theGuild and building a life together in Riften. But he was a changed man and hewouldn’t have it any other way if it meant coming back to a prosperous Guildand home to the lass.

Brynjolf joined Delvin at his usual table with a shake ofhis head. “I know she’s working,” he explained. “I don’t need to know where sheis all the time.”

“Cute,” Delvin replied, pausing to sip at his tankard ofale. “Could’ve sworn I heard word about her arriving back in the city just now.”

Brynjolf raised a brow, wondering what his friend was tryingto imply. “And?”

“Right Vex? She was over at the temple of Mara?”

“The temple—” Brynjolf nearly choked on his ale.

For all the time he knew Fiona, she had never stepped footinside the temple. She had always shown an indifference to Maramal and the priest’ssermons at the Bee and Barb, so what had changed? What in Gods name was shedoing there? Perhaps it was a simple favor? It had to be. His heartraced and gut clenched when he thought that it could be something else.

He shot a glance over to where Vex was leaning at the soundof her snickering, to which she offered a shrug. “I don’t know what to say,Bryn. Looks like the boss is looking to tie you down.”

“Don’t—” Brynjolf swallowed the lump in his throat, unsureas to why he was suddenly so anxious. He was madly in love with Fiona—had beenfor years, perhaps longer than he cared to admit—but marriage? That wasterrifying. Even if he wanted to entertain the idea, the thought of asking hernearly made him faint.

Instead of laughing like Brynjolf expected, Delvin looked athim with a mix of confusion and concern. “You know, we’ve all been figuring youtwo would’ve gotten around to marrying by now,” he said with a smirk. “Evenwith you being you.”

Ignoring his friend’s comment, he ran a hand through hishair before pressing his palm against his forehead in thought. He hadbrought it up to Fiona once, earlier in their relationship, but it was such anoff-handed remark. Fiona had been betrothed once, when she was much younger,but had gotten out of it by simply running away. Brynjolf had asked if shewould ever consider marriage again—hardly a proposal, but after her cageyreaction and flustered response, he decided not to bring it up again. Brynjolfresided to believe that their dynamic was perfect the way it was. No amulet orring or blessing from Mara would change that—right?

“Do you want to marry Fiona?” Delvin asked whenBrynjolf remained silent, stuck in his own thoughts.

“It’s not that easy,” he replied.

“Bah!” Delvin replied, slapping his hand on the table. “Bryn,you two are insufferable. Both of you are Nords, this shit istraditional, right? Just grab one of those fancy amulets and ask her if she’sinterested!”

Brynjolf looked at him flatly. Nothing in hisrelationship with Fiona had been traditional. And while he considered himself aconfident man, he was suddenly overcome with doubts he hadn’t felt since theyhad first become committed to one another, when he first learned she was theDragonborn and was nearly immortal. What if he wasn’t good enough to be herhusband?

As if Delvin could read his thoughts, he grinned.“Don’t doubt Fiona’s love for you. Just go see for yourself.”

Fiona made sure to change before going back to the temple,remembering how displeased Dinya had looked when seeing her Nightingale armor.It didn’t matter that Fiona was helping Maramal and the temple with a favor, orthat she was the Dragonborn, she needed to show Mara respect. And so, whenFiona arrived that afternoon after returning from Rorikstead, she made sure toswap her dark adventuring clothes for a more modest blue dress with a whitebodice.

Dinya was sweeping near the altar, pausing when she noticed herarrival. For once the priestess offered a more generous smile, eyes glancingover Fiona’s attire as she approached.

“Were you able to reunite them?” Dinya asked.

Fiona nodded, thinking of the spirits she witnessed in theopen glen. “Yes. It was a…remarkable experience.”

Before either could continue, the front doors to the templeopened. They both turned, and while Fiona expected to see Maramal, she wassurprised instead to see Brynjolf. He idled in the doorway, glancing every-whichway for several seconds before finally settling his gaze on her. He seemed stoic,pensive, and incredibly uncomfortable—clearly this was the last place hewanted to be. But then why had he come? And who had told him she was here inthe first place? For once she was disappointed in the footpads’ keenobservation of the city’s operations; if she had any idea it would mean theywould be spying on her dealings. Before she could ask him why she wasthere, Maramal made his appearance from a backroom.

“Ah! Visitors! And the Dragonborn no less,” he exclaimed.“Fiona and…” he paused, waiting for Brynjolf to reluctantly step forward towhere they were grouped near the front altar. “Brynjolf. I must say that whileI don’t necessarily agree, your organization surely has helped our cityprosper.”

“Right.”

Fiona offered a supportive smile, but faltered when shenoticed Brynjolf’s furrowed, anxious brow.

“My lovely Dinya tells me that you have completed animportant task,” Maramal continued, fixing his attention towards Fiona instead.“Uniting loved ones and spreading Mara’s blessing across Skyrim.”

Fiona flushed as she felt Brynjolf’s eyes on her—she’d haveto explain in detail exactly what she did for Maramal and Dinya later,as like any priest, his dramatic flair dared to stretch the truth.

“You’ve been so kind to the people here,” Fiona explained. “Itwas the least I could do.”

A warmth came over her as she pulled the amulet from herpocket, revealing it to Dinya. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she sawBrynjolf’s face grow paler. She understood the implications of what carryingaround an amulet of Mara could mean, especially if one was a Nord—doublyso if one was already in a committed relationship.

It wasn’t that marriage hadn’t crossed her mind—Divines,she walked past the temple everyday on her way to the Cistern! Her past wasn’tunknown to Brynjolf, but she had never seriously thought her life would end upon this sort of path. She was the Guildmaster, Dovahkiin, had so manyresponsibilities—and yet she was more afraid of asking about marriage thanshouting down a dragon from the sky. She wanted to be with Brynjolf, perhapsfor the rest of her life, but every once in a while a small voice of doubtquestioned if he wanted the same.

“This belongs to you,” she said meekly, praying the elfwould take it. Instead, the other woman placed both hands over hers, coveringthe amulet. A soft glow emitted from her hands and warmth ran up Fiona’s armfor a few moments.

“No,” Dinya answered, pulling her hands away. “The amulet isyours.”

Fiona was at a loss for words, knowing she had enchanted itspecifically for her use. Instinctually, she looked to Brynjolf, her heart skippinga beat when she found he was already staring back, those dark green eyes of hisjust baring into her soul.

“We are blessed to have your protection, Dragonborn,” Maramalspoke, calling her attention back. “You once told me that you were born underthe sign of the Lover, like my beloved Dinya.”

The priest eyed the two of them with a small, knowing smile.“You are a lucky man, Brynjolf, to have a woman born under the sign of theLover. They are women of grace and passion, but not of much patience.”

Fiona raised an eyebrow, before feeling her cheeks grow hotas he glanced to the amulet then directly at Brynjolf. As embarrassed as shefelt, she could only imagine how he was feeling in the moment. Dideveryone scrutinize them in this way?  

“Perhaps one day, you will be lucky to have her as yourwife,” Dinya finished.

Fiona was about to against that Lover sign and reprimandthem but froze when Brynjolf’s hand reached out to wrap around her own. She stareddown at their grasped hands before looking up at his expression—it was stillshaky, but a little less petrified than before.

“Aye,” he answered. “Perhaps one day.”

Fiona blinked, speechless.

Outside the temple, she inspected the amulet’s glow under thesunset’s glow.

Brynjolf squeezed her hand, stepping closer to her. “Whatare you going to do with it, lass?” he asked.

“Keep it somewhere safe, for now,” she explained—they both stillneeded time. She tightened her grip on his hand, threading their fingerstogether as they walked leisurely back towards the Cistern. “I might need itone day.”

[saythankyoumood]

Project Runway: 18.1 Blast Off (Safe Looks)

Designer: Chelsey Carter

I don’t like jumpsuits, but I do think Chelsey’s jumpsuit is cute. She picked good fabric and made it look younger by adding an interesting cut-out by her stomach. Would I like it more if it were separates? Absolutely! But it’s still nice.

Designer: Shavi Lewis

Shavi’s dress feels less space cocktail than Real Housewives cocktail. I’m attracted to shiny pink fabric as I am want to do, but it is too short with a weird flap of fabric on the side. Is that intentional or covering a mistake? I can’t say.

Designer: Tyler Neasloney

I honestly can’t tell if I loved this or hated it. I don’t know how I feel. According to my mom (who called it sharp), it’s well made. However, for me it’s a little too candy-cane esque for me to be into it. It just feels like a costume.

Designer: Delvin McCray

Okay, Delvin, I get that you want to be a couturier, but I need you to know one basic thing. Women don’t want extra width added to their hips. Ever. It’s a no. This dress almost makes it work by gives the contrast of the red leather in front and clearly defining shape, but you’ll loss that from the back.

Designer: Veronica Sheaffer

Veronica’s jumpsuit (ugh, jumpsuits) feels like what a main character would have to wear in a dystopia space film. Like, a Zenon reboot would have the mom wear this jumpsuit. It’s just terrible. I especially hate those sheer, puffy sleeves. My mom liked it more than me, saying it looks well-made, but that’s all I’m willing to give it. Veronica was lucky the bottom looks were BAD this week.

Designer: Victoria Cocieru

My mom and I had a huge debate over this look. I thought it was interesting but not well-constructed, the chiffon being too short on the left side. My mom praised it much more, loving the mixture of the chiffon and the shiny fabric. Perhaps the judges had the same thoughts since Victoria ended up safe.

Designer: Marquise Foster

Okay, real talk: Marquise should have been the winner this week. No one else made a jumpsuit this cool and comfortable looking. I hate jumpsuits, and I would 100% buy this. I love the athleisure wear inspiration. I love the cut and fit. I love the styling. It’s all perfect, and now Marquise is my slow but steady front-runner.

Designer: Nancy Volpe-Beringer

Okay, so Nancy’s dress has a little too much organza on the top for my tastes, but once that little jacket comes off... Wow! She is so cool. I also like how the chiffon is cut in strips and layered on top for movement. Nancy and Marquise should have been in the top. Side note: Am I seeing things, or does Nancy’s model have a bruise on her right leg?

[daedriclorde]

Krent Mon Do Akatosh

Humble Beginnings; A series of one-shots

 read it on AO3

Competition

Aerisif slammed down her tankard on the bar of the Ragged Flagon. The underground tavern echoed with voices regaling tales of thievery and crime. The smith that had moved in was clanging away at some piece of metal. Tonilia scoffed at an offer. Her mead was cold, her feet were warm, and her pack full of stolen things. Life was good.

“Another?” Vekel asked, nodding at Aerisif’s empty tankard.

She slid the mug toward him, with a do you even need to ask expression on her face. He chuckled and began refilling the tankard.

“Ah, back from a job, eh?” Delvin slid onto the barstool next to Aerisif.

She leaned forward. “Check it out. Hit ‘em hard, just like you asked.” Aerisif leaned down to the pack at her side and removed an assortment of items: an ornately decorated potion bottle, two silver necklaces with an emerald and sapphire embedded in them respectively, and a golden ring that glowed with an enchantment.

Delvin inspected each one with scrutiny. “My, my, you have out done yourself again, Aer,” He nodded to a thief at a nearby table, who hurriedly gathered them up and went to catalog them. “And here’s your cut.” Delvin handed Aerisif a heavy leather pouch.

Her eyes glinted greedily. “My favorite part!” She smiled, quickly tucked away the coin and took a swig from her newly refilled tankard of mead. Aerisif let her eyes close for a moment, savoring the sweet taste of the Black-Briar Mead that was always on tap.

“Risky business there lass, a thief with her eyes closed.” Brynjolf smirked at her as he took the seat on the other side of Delvin.

Aerisif rolled her eyes pointedly while Delvin was looking, but once he turned to look at Brynjolf, she let her eyes twinkle and smirked back.

“Strong words from a man who spends most of his time bent over a table,” she jabbed back, cocking her head to one side. “Or is that just what’s comfortable for you now? I’m sure with all the bending over you do for Mercer—“

“I’d end that sentence right there, lass,” Brynjolf said over Devlin’s guffaws. A couple other nearby thieves snickered, and Vekel was chuckling as well. Brynjolf snuck a wink at Aerisif.

She felt a chill run through her body, but concealed it. Knowing she had his attention, she took another drink from her tankard, letting her eyes roll back as she savored the flavor. She thought she caught Brynjolf bite his lip a little as she opened her eyes and put the mug back down.

“Say what you will about the Black-Briars, but that clan knows how to make some damned good mead.”

“And you best watch what you say about the Black-Briars,” Delvin warned. “Word has it Maven’s been speakin’ with Mercer. And that’s never good.” He took a long swing from his own mead.

The three thieves all grimaced slightly and drank again. Maven was the patroness of the Guild, and if she was unhappy, everyone was unhappy.

“Did I see you bring back some darling little trinkets for Delvin?” Brynjolf asked, changing the subject.

“Darling little trinkets?? DARLING LITTLE TRINKETS? I pulled a solid bedlam job, that’s what I did!” Aerisif pretended to be indignant.

“Oh, and I’m sure you did it very well, lass,” Brynjolf said patronizingly, “Good on you. We need someone to pull the little jobs while us real thieves commit true acts of larceny.” He smirked again. His emerald eyes sparkled.

“Little jobs? Delvin, please tell Brynjolf the exact value of that haul.” Aerisif pulled herself up haughtily.

“Well, I don’ know if I know the exact value—“ Delvin began.

“Fuck off with that nonsense. You see an item, you know its worth in every currency man or mer exchanges.” Aerisif cut in.

Delvin raised his hands defensively. “Fine, fine. That one was…let’s see…carry the one, add three…” he pretended to need his fingers to solve the equation.

“Today, Delvin.”

“Twenty two and forty three septims.”

Aerisif turned to Brynjolf. “Did you get that, lad, or can you count that high?” She grinned, mocking.

Brynjolf chuckled. “Cute, lass, real cute. I remember when I would have counted that as an accomplishment myself, waaay back in my days as a footpad.” He crossed his arms. “Face it lass, I’m the best thief around here.”

“Dare you to say that to Mercer.”

“I said I’m the best thief, not the dumbest thief.”

“Oh, come off it you two. Actin’ like damn children.” Delvin shook his head, smiling and faking disappointment. “There’s no need for this.”

Aerisif sat straight up. “You’re right. There is no need. We can settle it, once and for all.”

Brynjolf matched her devilish gaze. “You’re on. What do you have in mind?”

“A competition. Delvin can moderate.”

Delvin froze, his tankard to his lips. “Delvin can what now?” he said, his voicing echoing off the tankard.

Aerisif leaned forward. “Three days. Three challenges. The winner brings back the highest valued item. Riften only. Jail time is instant disqualification.” She looked between Delvin and Brynjolf. “Deal?”

“Deal.” Brynjolf reached his hand out across Delvin, and Aerisif shook it. “Delvin, what are our marks?”

Delvin sighed. “You two,” he shook his head. “Fine. Each challenge, bring back the highest valued item you can get your hands on, any item. No gold, items only. One at a time, can’t hit the same mark twice. That’s for the first two.”

Aerisif eagerly jumped in. “And for the third?”

“Once you’ve both brought back your first two items, I’ll assign a high level target. One item. Winner is the first one that brings it back to me.”

“And what’s the winner get?” Brynjolf crossed his arms. “What are the stakes?”

“Braggin’ rights.”

“Delvin,” Both Aerisif and Brynjolf warned.

“Fine. Winner gets all the gold the items are valued at. Fair?”

Aerisif nodded. “Fair.”

Brynjolf winked at her. “Fair.” And with that,  he launched himself from his stool and took off into the Cistern.

Aerisif lunged after him, grabbing her pack as she raced off. “You ass!”

***

It was perfect night for thieving, the new moon having been only a few days past. Clouds covered the sliver of moon, giving Aerisif ample shadow to slip through.

The lock on Aerin’s door picked easy. Aerisif’s leather boots made no sound on the wooden floors. She crept towards the stairs. Mjioll and Aerin kept their valuables upstairs in their bedroom with them. They thought it kept them safer.

Doesn’t make a damn difference to us, Mjioll. We’ll get ‘em anyways.

Aerisif had just put her foot on the first stair when

THONK.

Aerisif froze.

THONK CLINK.

The sound—a rock on a window pane?—came from upstairs. Mjioll and Aerin leapt out of their beds and were shouting. They started to thunder down the stairs.

Aerisif tore out of there like her ass was on fire.

Once outside and in the safety of a shadow, she saw she wasn’t alone.

Brynjolf was crouched next to her, practically in tears holding back laughter, a rock in his hand and several more piled at his feet.

“You ASS!” Aerisif smacked him on the head and took off running down the street.

Brynjolf won the first round; he came back with a golden necklace, and Aerisif returned with a finely crafted sword. Not finely crafted enough.

***

Aerisif was drinking up the first shadows of the evening, leaning up against the Bee and Barb, listening to the shoppers trade gossip. She was getting bored; nothing newer than Bolli still cheating on his wife. She was about to leave when she heard a new voice. Lifting her eyes to its source, she wasn’t too surprised by what she saw.

A broad man in shining armor sauntered through the market. He was followed by another man, also fully clad in armor, but of a lesser quality. This second man wore a shield, with the Windhelm bear and chevron inked on its face.

A thane and his housecarl, mused Aerisif. Bless the fools for being so easily identifiable.

The thane was browsing Modesi’s wares. His housecarl was always nearby, like a dog. Poor thing, Aerisif thought in disgust. To be pining so hard for attention, to be so close to power, and yet have none. Aerisif frowned. That thought made her think unkindly on her position in the Guild, so she shook that thought out of her head. Just in time to see the thane pick up a second shadow.

Brynjolf was a good thief, but brash. He kept his distance from the thane, and never took his eyes off the thane and his house-dog, but he was being reckless with no one to watch his back. Aerisif smirked as an idea came to her. She circled the market, watching Brynjolf watch his mark.

Brynjolf cut the thane’s purse swiftly and slunk away. He quickly sorted the contents; he sifted the coins away and grinned ear to ear at the one, two, THREE gold diamond rings in his palm. Aerisif watched closely as he tucked those in his pocket.

Your POCKET, Bryn?? Aerisif felt her heart quicken. Too easy. You cocky bastard.

Brynjolf never saw his shadow, never felt the hand in his pocket. It wasn’t until he returned to Delvin and realized with a drop of his jaw that he was empty handed and Aerisif was reaping the rewards of his efforts. The rewards of three gold diamond rings.

Aerisif won that round.

***

Brynjolf left Delvin’s issuing of the third and final challenge, his mind working out how to pull off the heist. Delvin had declared that the thief that could bring him the ledger that Anuriel kept, the Steward to the Jarl, would be the winner.

Getting into Mistveil Keep was no easy task. Stealing from it was even harder. Brynjolf walked aimlessly through the cistern, eyes glazed slightly as his mind worked through the plan.

An hour or so later, he had figured it out. There was no way he could just walk into the Keep and into the Steward’s quarters, the guards would stop him. But he knew of a back way, a series of tunnels that ought to put him in the hallway outside.

After dark, Brynjolf crawled though the stone tunnels under the city. Dressed in Guild leathers, he was nearly invisible in the shadows. He made no sound as he lifted the trapdoor outside the steward’s quarters. Opening it an inch, he watched as a guard turned the corner and out of sight.

Aerisif is going to be so mad when I win this, he thought with a smirk. Brynjolf knew he wouldn’t have much time before the guard would come back on her rounds. He slid silently into the steward’s quarters.

Anuriel was sleeping soundly, lying still and breathing steadily. Brynjolf crept over to the table by the bed. A floorboard creaked.

Brynjolf froze. The sound seemed to echo in the night.

But no movement came from the bed where the steward slept, and no commotion came from the hallway outside. He held his breath and took another step.

Silence.

Releasing his breath, Brynjolf took the final few steps to the bedside table. He lifted the leather bound book from its resting place and quickly turned back to the door, avoiding the noisy floorboard this time. Pausing at the door, he listened for the sound of the guard’s steps. The heavy clunk of metal boots grew louder, stopped for a moment, and then diminished as the guard continued her rounds.

Brynjolf grabbed his chance. He slipped back into the hall and through the trapdoor in the floor. Safe once again in the Ratway, Brynjolf ran through the tunnels and burst into the Cistern.

“Delvin, we can put this little competition to an end. I’ve got the book.” He slammed the book onto the table in front of Delvin with a flourish. It was then he noticed Aerisif sitting next to him, smirking silently.

“Ah. Well. Um. This is awkward.” Delvin looked down into his cup. “Actually, mate, Aerisif here beat you to it.”

Brynjolf crossed his arms confidently. “Bah. I pulled this out of Anuriel’s room just moments ago, this is the book!”

“Open it.” Both men turned to Aerisif, who was smirking even harder if it was possible. She held an identical leather bound book firmly in her hands.

“Fine then, see what’s inside.” Brynjolf ordered. Delvin raised his eyebrows and did as Brynjolf asked, opening the cover of the book the redheaded thief had just presented him.

Inside, the most of the pages were blank, until the centerfold. There, in big letters was scrawled, “Aerisif is the best thief” and “Brynjolf is a fool”, and what appeared to be a most unkind cartoon of Mercer and Brynjolf, with the latter in a rather compromising position.

“Open yours!” Brynjolf demanded, red faced.

Aerisif obeyed. The book she held had neat lines of the daily meetings and ongoings of the Jarl, the accounts of shipments and inventories kept precisely, and details of the Jarl’s correspondence with other Jarls and traders.

Brynjolf cursed and stormed away. Aerisif smiled wider.

“I guess not everyone is cut out to be the best,” Aerisif gloated as she kicked her feet up onto the table and took a long swig of her mead.

[astrxealis]

HHH IM THANKFUL YOU LIKE MY OCSS <3

so im gonna reply back with my rambles about them bc they are my lovely children </3

astra and atlus! god yes, i love astra sincerely and truly and like atlus is indeed the child i feel emotionally attached to bc now i envisioned him to be an older brother that i never had and now im super upset with what i’ll do to him— and yes. please be worried for him

OKAY OKAY THE TWINS? I LOVE THEIR DESIGNS SO MUCH and the story of deity trials has like a whole morale thing, and they have the most important moral and kind of the reason for everything in deity trials. while yes astra is the main character who goes through the story and such, the twins are the ones to set everything up to lead to the main and final point of the story!!

OH OH AND LIKE AAA the gods? lyra and thyme are indeed the assholes— listen those two could give less than two shits about humanity. delvin and voices and leif will and forever will be my happy little place as they deserve not only the best but the whole goddamn world.

WEEEEE NP AT ALL ELY !! <3 only read this now again (I ANSWERED THIS LIKE HALFWAY THRU N THEN GOT SIDETRACKED /LH normal day with aster WHEEZEJWHSH) but Heck Yeah Let's GOOOO (under the cut tho so no one's dashes r yeah, just in case >.<)

also rambling abt ocs >>>>>, your lovely children r great btw TuT ♡

AAAAA astra !! look i dont know em that much yet but ic understandable ;( <3 also ngl that's pretty cute hehe T^T it's great that you find that with them, your own ocs !! ✊🤝💖 but o... super upset u say... j that i shld be worried ......... 😰😰 im not gna pry bcs 🙈🙈 maybe if i pretend nothing happens to him it wont happen /lh HELPWJWBDJ OK BUT AGAIN i want to say i love their designs omg <3

WEEEE THE TWINS !! yes i too love how u did their designs ?? TvT ♡ morale thing morals aaaaa idk much abt your story yet ofc but the deity trials. morals WHAHDHSH I LOVE GOD STUFF N MORALS !! fr the twins seem rlly interesting not just biased bcs i have a twin myself, once again /lh but i see !! that really sounds interesting no lie hehe <33

���👁✨ ngl im pretty intrigued abt lyra and thyme bcs like. they do seem like assholes but im curious as to why and all that stuff if that makes sense ?? hehehe 👀 but delvin, voices, leif... they all seem rlly cool no lie WHWBJDJW <3 it's cute theyre your happy lil place tbh — i'll wish the best for them as well !! lowkey curious if anything. bad. worrisome. happins to em in the story you have 😰😰 oh naur

[gayregis]

OK first episode reactions

OHHH that was THE KIKIMORE............... im glad we get to see the fight because i mean. i would want some money for doing that crazy shit too. also you noticed how he killed the deer because he was probably starving. 

the moment of hesitation before he enters the tavern......... OK... [jaskier or yennefer voice] dont you just wanna stroke his gross dirty white hair

wait the uhhhh... “tavern scene” occurs in the witcher right, so i dont have to be scared bc this is the lesser evil, right, right, maybe not, idk what theyre switching around

the fucking cease of noise as geralt walks in.... the MOOD

cavill is like way too fine to be playing geralt rn i mean this shot where he says point me to the aldermans house is really showing off his profile. i feel sympathetic for this pretty pretty man

oh im regretting not rereading the lesser evil right now. i cant remember WHAT the fuck happens in that story. he goes to stregobor first though right??? right? he meets with the alderman and the dude’s like nah you cant get shit for that kikimore head, but maybe this wizard will give ya smth

my lesbianisms thinking renfri is pretty VS my morality knowing what shes like VS my witcher fan knowing what the hell happens in this story.... fight

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MAKE RENFRI SO PRETTY!!!!!!! shes SO pretty and cute..... yall are making me like her fuck you fuck you SO hard.

the voice acting is sending me kind of... this is actually a good geralt voice imo if you dont mind me saying that. i still prefer polish tw3 dub but this is actually better than fuckin delvin mallory in the audiobooks. no disrespect, peter kenny, you did dandelion and yennefer and the hansa well, but geralt..... hm....

okay jk actually i need more geralt lines in order to develop my thoughts on his voice. ill wait until edge of the world where he SHOULD be more talkative

are we really going to stregobor’s fucking tower where a naked woman illusion waits on him and he offers to give geralt a go at this basically fuck doll illusion

“where are you from, geralt?” “rivia.” SURE.... YOU LIAR...... liar .... just WAIT until baptism of fire oooohhh just you wait

also this girl marilka is so sweet, also makes me think because milva said she was called that by some. but thats why she changed her name to milva

“because girls cant be witchers right” OK you reminded me 50% of ciri but now youre literally just proto-ciri

oh.... no foolery with the magic door knocker?

YEP I WAS RIGHT WE GOT NAKED LADIES!

wow this exactly what i pictured the inside of stregobor’s tower to be like lmaooo

WHY DOESNT GERALT KNOW STREGOBOR???????

oh its so weird to see ciri like. like old at cintra you know what im saying . like im like wait wait how is she alive if geralt hasnt been there as ravix yet. not BAD just weird for me

“speak normally” this reminds me of in bounds of reason dandelions like should i give the account in verse or in prose and then he starts speaking with the most flowery prose and geralts like PROSE prose please

“if you had been alive during falkas rebellion” please dont mention falka already we’re moving too fast soon enough leo fucking bonhart will be at our heels!

“and she possesses the power to destroy us all” “i dont believe anyone has that power.” WAIT UNTIL YOU MEET YOUR DAUGHTER DUDE LOL

wow he’s really full body dressed in black leather. huh . and people say hes heterosexual fml

okay i thought them calling the girls “girl” was kinda tender in the series but now its even more tender when heard aloud.

eist is like really present here and i like him enough its just that calanthe was like way more important than him in the series though right

“it needs to rhyme” and “pretty ballads hide bastard truths” so are we really just stealing every clever word that jaskier can say before he even comes into it

LOL CIRI LESBIAN LIKE WE DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO GET TO ANY OF THE OTHER BOOKS..... she said BEGONE HET!

OH I LOVE HOW THEY CONTEXTUALIZE IT SO WE KNOW THIS SHIT IS TAKING PLACE IN THE PAST..... WOW GERALT IS OLD AS HELL LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO  calanthe was like 14 then right so LOLLLL GERALTS OLD AND TIRED lol

me: is a regis fan / also me: GERALT IS A SHITTY OLD BITCH LMAOO

uh oh spaghettios! its nilfgaard and one of their fun funky officers, son of ceallach! i havent seen him yet but im terrified anyways!

okay see this is how you do a  PROPER adaptation. calanthe in the books committed suicide so she wouldnt be r*ped right as she sat in a stupid castle but this calanthe is on the fucking battlefield. this is why we stan middle aged women

eist: [dies] me: AAAAAA cahir: [is there Waiting] (i think its him maybe) me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ah fuck ah fuck fuck

ciri: why [is nilfgaard attacking] ? calanthe knowing DAMN WELL stupid fucking duny is her dad: uhHHhhHhH idk lol

“you will rule this land someday” nope again! [thinks about lady of the lake] nope and nope!

ciri’s “are you dying?” to calanthe on her deathbed is the new “was he human” yennefer asking if regis (as a giant fucking bat) was human

i love how looongggg these episodes areee omgg

but also i always thought of the fall of cintra as something you know like. it happened in two shakes, cahir kinda just took ciri up by her underarms (like longcat) and left

OHHHH THEY IMPROVED THIS SCENE SO MUCH I WAS HOPING WE’D GET THIS OMG OMG BUT INSTEAD OF TELLING SOME YOUNG GIRL WHICH HAD WEIRD KINDA GROSS CHEMISTRY WITH HIM ROAVCH GETS TO HEAR IT!!! THIS IS HOW YOU DO AN ADAPTATION YAYY

renfri: who were you talking to? geralt: .. my horse.......... all of the fans: [dialing 1-800-TROUBADOUR immediately]

ugh i really thought they were gonna adapt the sex between renfri and geralt out. ugh ugh . too much heterosexuality

WHOA. HOLD THE FUCK UP. HOLD> HE FUCK UP. CALANTHE ADVISED CIRI TO TAKE MERCY. THATS LITERALLY FORESHADOWING FOR WHEN SHE CHOOSES NOT TO SLAY CAHIR AT THANEDD. WOW. WHAT THE FUCK WOW. WOW’

ciri you are gonna regret stalling so hard when mr. ceallach marches in. just saying. RUN.

CAHIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRR I ALMOST SCREAMED AND TORE MY STITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

uh.... ok...................... hm not what happened in the books.... where ciri is shot off in the midst of battle and crawls up next to a dead man and acts dead ........ lol cahir is even more evil now how is this possible i didnt think he could get MORE evil

[cahir voice] he deflected the arrow with his sword! ive never seen anything like it!

also have i said already that the cinematography is amazing. like the room where calanthe was on her deathbed.... that renfri dream was pretty cool too... just a lot of things are very pleasing to the eye

due to a injury in the carotid artery blood would be gushing everywhere. also is she prophecizing ciri? stop this there are already so many women in the witcher universe that give prophecy. theres like the girl in baptism of fire, ciri, everyone in ciri’s bloodline, and now renfri?

LOOOOLLLL THE HORSE

cahir: nice, GG guys, im gonna go get that cool promotion now, this will be epic, my mom will be SO proud of me-- ciri: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA cahir: OH FUUUUCKKK

well that’s MUCH MORE of a report to file with your superior officers! “yeah so the girl fucking opened up a hole in the earth” instead of “ahh idk i fell asleep and when i woke up she wasnt there :/” .... cahir really is not getting that promotion now, huh

okay yall can say whatever you want about cavill as geralt but when he said “do not touch her” and moved his mouth like that? oh geraltisms.

this is a really nice episode i like how it just went into the action i wasnt convinced at first but ah this is quite nice. i like how it has JUST geralt and ciri in it and later yennefer will come in as her mom. renfri prophecizing was actually pretty ok, at first i thought i wouldnt like the change, but it makes it easier to digest for television. i like how they really emphasize that geralt is hated to all hell, and that ciri is powerful yet still babie. this is a good portrayal of both of them in these stages of their lives you know what im saying. also is cahir gonna chase ciri now for those Good Boy Black Rider points? bc there were shots of him in a forest. ah well whatever lets move to the next episode

[dearlybeelovedreadingroom]

Voided Reveries: Book Two, part one

Book Two: Autumn

The next seven years, she spent wandering from place to place with her mother,  spending a year or two working for her mother’s friends wherever they were and doing whatever she could—she’d washed dishes in the bar her “Aunt Ti” owned,  tended flowers in the church down the road that she and her mother had stayed in just after Autumn had left the Slicks’ care, was finally allowed to care for and then ride the avian mounts, learned to speak in at least five languages and write in three, and dug up vegetables to keep, sell, or give back to the owners in gardens everywhere,  but her favorite times were always the days she and her mother visited Skyloft.  For the first five or so years, whenever they did, while her mother talked to Karane, the two of them cooking large amounts of food using the vegetables Autumn dug up and ingredients they could only get in Hyrule or on Skyloft, Autumn (and sometimes Cormorant) went down to Hyrule and played with Olive.

As Olive grew up, her friends began to join them—Vella the Zora Princess would join them whenever water was involved (swimming in the Zora’s Domain and the larger lake it was part of, Lake Hylia, or Autumn’s favorite, Lake Floria), but most of the time, it was just the pair from Skyloft, Olive and her friends:  three farm boys with red hair that Olive introduced as Stalvio, Turq, and Relon;  a dark-haired girl named Klash who liked when Autumn and Olive would lead the small gang on “adventures”;  and a small blonde girl named Summer who was enamored with the city in the sky, and would ask Autumn and Cormorant all about what life was like up there. Cormorant answered more of her questions than Autumn did, since he lived on Skyloft full-time, but her questions were always first posed to Autumn.  Autumn found it endearing and wondered if Summer had a crush on her (Autumn didn’t mind if Summer did; she thought Summer was cute).

The older they all got, the more that Olive was never without Delvin, Queen Zel’s son, either. There were times where it was just Autumn, Cormorant, Olive, and Delvin, with Teal and Olive’s fairy Kiyo as chaperones. But the older they all got, the less that Olive seemed to want to play with Autumn, until one day when Autumn was 14, when she landed Teal and called for Olive, Olive looked up as though she had heard her name but couldn’t find anyone around who could have called it.

And then, Autumn heard the hissing voice again, the one that had called to her as a child but had faded since then. It was suddenly in her ear, saying Lost. Forgotten by her own family. A broken girl in a broken world.

For the next three years, she avoided Mainland Hyrule, and whenever she went to Skyloft, she would just fly around with Cormorant, trying to ignore the fact that sometimes, when the clouds shifted, she could see Olive and Delvin below her through the gaps, the blurred tan of their skin and black and white of their horses in the vast green expanse.

The Dreams Begin

Finally, Autumn was 17—well, just about, there were only a few hours left until her 17th birthday. As excited as she was to be considered an adult on Skyloft and in Hyrule, the idea of having reached that age already scared her. Her father had gone on his quest when he was 17, and Autumn had been born when her mother was 17, so the age of “adulthood” in her family meant much more than just being considered grown up. But she couldn’t sleep. There was a buzz in the air—more than the typical summer storm that struck around her birthday— and it was keeping her awake, until suddenly she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore.

There was nothing but darkness.  Then a voice called her name in a whisper from the blackness.

“Autumn…”

“Yes?” she replied, voice shaking slightly.

The voice spoke louder. It was a deep female voice. “Autumn… You are of age now. See and understand.”

Autumn gazed into the darkness, expecting a great light to burst forth. She raised her hand in preparation.

“You do well to shield yourself. But now is not the time for that. Look.” Autumn lowered her hand, looking into the blackness once more.

“As you know, this is the Void.” Blotches of green appeared in the void, and Autumn recognized the geography. It was Hyrule…she thought.  She cocked her head in confusion. She’d seen the other Hyrules before, but never from this angle.  It was like she was flying high above them on Teal. The voice spoke again. “This is how you and the other Hylians have lived for years- in seclusion and separation.  None can reach each other, except by gates or more extreme means.” Autumn nodded, reaching out for the blob in the middle that she had once called home. A hand stopped her, and the voice continued.

“It’s time to change that.”

Autumn bit her lip. “How?”

“You are a branch in your father’s bloodline, are you not? He was chosen for his tasks, you are chosen for yours. The goddesses placed a great deal of faith in him, and were shown it was not misplaced. So, it would follow that you would be worthy of the same trust.”

Autumn nodded slowly. “What do I do?”

“There is a blade that is solely yours, separate from any other hero or heroine. It is the Blade of Bonddag. It is to be your tool in this endeavor. You are to join the worlds together again, to seal the cracked earth, to remove The Void’s barriers from amongst the lands. Then Hyrule, and your world, shall be free once more.” Autumn nodded again, practically muted by the prospect of the work before her. “But that will not be all, Autumn. Someone will need to keep watch over the newly bonded land. And that will be your lifetime job. Do you accept this?”

Autumn opened her mouth, but made no sound. She forced herself to speak. “This is so much…”

“Your father said the same when faced with his task. Underestimation of your talents seems to run in the family.  Consider this: it is the way to protect everyone you love and hold dear in those lands from further dangers from widening fissures.”

The Hyrules disappeared and instead there flashed in front of Autumn’s eyes her parents, Olive, her uncles, Cormorant, her friends, and the faces of everyone who had ever cared for her and her mother in their time in The Void.  She shut her eyes and looked down.

“Open your eyes, Autumn.” She did as she was told. “Do not fear. Your companions on this journey will be few, but your helpers will be many. The faces that you have recognized are those of people you know now, and may even come to know better while undertaking this task. You have come to care for them, and some have or will care for you as well.  And do not fret- you may visit your mother as well. I suppose. Now, knowing all that, do you accept this role in life, the Heroine of the Broken Worlds?”

Autumn stood still for a moment. As if she really had any choice. She would do anything to help the people she had been shown—they needed her. They had done everything they could for her; shouldn’t she do the same for them? She had to.

She nodded once. “I do accept.”

There was a smirk evident in the voice. “Good luck and Godspeed, little heroine.”

_

The next night was one Autumn spent apart from her mother— she had wanted to take a “day trip” to visit her friends (and their adoptive mom, whom Autumn called Aunt Tori) in one of the other regions of the Void, and had been invited to stay for dinner, which had turned into spending the night.

She had settled into bed and wished all her friends a good night when she was struck with a feeling that something was about to go wrong—she felt more of that electricity in the air. She managed to brush the feeling aside and fall asleep, but that was when it happened.

The voice was contacting her again.

“Autumn. I have further details of the task you have undertaken.” Autumn was silent, feeling as if she were on trial and about to be sentenced, rather than learning more of her calling. “It occurred to me that perhaps I had described the work you have before you a little too easily. There’s no backing out now, you’ve accepted your fate, but you might as well know.”

Autumn forced herself to ask her question, feeling as though she were just completing the script. “Know what?”

“What will happen to you if you fail.”

“If I fail?”

“Oh yes, Autumn. You most certainly can fail. And at the risk of sounding faithless, unless I tell you this, it’s likely that you will.”

“…what happens? And… how do I fail?”

“Death, yours is punishment for your failure and anyone’s is possible if you do fail.” Autumn gasped. The voice laughed. “Surely you’ve thought to yourself, upon hearing of the journeys of your uncles and your father that some power must have been keeping them alive throughout, correct? Well! Not so for you! You will have no such power protecting you in your quest for the keys to unlock your blade’s power.”

Autumn was silent, looking at her feet. “So what do I do?”

“Tread carefully. Not that it should be hard amongst the village people. They won’t sense your presence in the slightest. In fact, it will be as if you never existed. Because to them, you haven’t!”

“…oh. But then, what danger is there?”

“You still have to get to the gates the keys unlock. And an entire temple stands between the key and the gate. So if you get hurt there…” Autumn nodded her understanding.

“But I have another story for you, little heroine of a Broken World. Maybe it will help you understand why you have to do this. It goes like this: Once upon a time, there were two goddesses. One had control of change—the seasons, the moon, the never-ending ticking of a clock. She was law and she was constant; the only thing that stays the same is Change herself. The other was her complement—if something must change, how will it? That’s where Chance came in. Change changed things, but Chance decided what the outcome would be. She was capricious, and got blamed for a lot, but she did her job. For eons, the two worked together to keep the world spinning, and it spun in near-perfect harmony, the two chasing each other in a never-ending circle, and pulling the world with them. 

But one day Change gets bored and says she wants to be a human; she gets on her knees and begs. Chance tells her it’s silly, not to stoop so low, because why would Change want to be down there, when she can stay in heaven, where there’s everything she could want? And this heaven was beautiful—Change had a gorgeous crystal-clear pool surrounded by trees that changed with the seasons, it was always warm and sunny, and it was the perfect vantage point to see all the affairs of men. It was idyllic, and no one who lived there could have asked for more. Or at least, they shouldn’t have. But No, Change says, I really want something else. I want to give humanity a try.”

There was a heavy sigh, then the voice continued. “And Chance lets her try it, because deep down she wants to see her friend, her partner, happy. So she lets Change become a human. And Change doesn’t get a husband, but she takes a lover. And she has a child. And she throws all that happiness in Chance’s face, because she prays for protection, but she never comes back. Chance starts making portals for Change to return to her place— “Okay, you had your time as a human; you have work to do, let’s go now!” But she never does. Eventually, the portals crack and bleed into everywhere, and suddenly, Chance is all alone trying to keep track of everyone, and it’s easier to do that when everyone is in their own segments of land that are all divided up, but when people find their way through the dividers, and start making new timelines without Change to manage them, it becomes… it’s hard. All alone, Chance has to control this.” The voice sighed again, then turned saccharinely sweet. “I’m sure you can imagine how hard it must be, all alone with only yourself to do your job.”

“Yeah,” Autumn replied, “That’s awful.”

Suddenly, Autumn saw a flash of amber eyes from the darkness, and the tired tone and the sweetness of the voice were gone; the smirk in the voice was back. “I’m glad we agree. So I would suggest you be careful. The timeline you condemn may be your own, Autumn.”

[isabelisfun]

Project runway episode 5 commentary

oooh a cyndi lauper challenge is gonna be fun and interesting (unlike the karlie challenge)

geoffrey gonna slay this one i already know it cuz he’s good at that military style along with the fact that’s he’s passionate about cyndi, and he’s designs for drag queens which is the same kinda vibes

i hate when people blame their bad personality traits on their zodiac sign like shut up

delvin is too snooty and brittany is too frantic like they’re both having issues

yah nancy that ain’t the best idea maybe like make a plan first

awww geoffrey 🥺

the striped team is really cohesive but i don’t see cyndi

delvin’s like “i know what i’m doing” when before he was like “i hate this challenge i don’t like punk pop only fancy things”

my faves are chelsey, geoffrey, and marquise

melanie kinda looks like the girl who plays nancy drew in the cw show

the stripey team has lots of ugly looks and yes they do look like beetlejuice

victoria repeating the same silhouette, idk man

“we are looking punk af” more like circus beetlejuice af

i feel like melanie is going home

i do love all the chains and safety pins

it’s too bad tyler ain’t here anymore to call out sergio on his bs

nancy is being slightly irritating and dayoung’s look is quite ugly

see the thing is the stripe team IS cohesive, but just cuz it’s cohesive don’t mean it’s cute

alright dayoung’s looks better now with the chains and stuff

marquise’s is quite boring but the styling is great, chelsey’s is well done but very clowny, melanie’s is terrible, i like shavi’s it’s super cute, sergio’s is questionable

sergio be like “they loved it” honey, no

dayoung’s kinda pulled together but it’ isn’t fabulous, brittany’s would be nice but i don’t like the color, delvin’s is nice, victoria’s would be nice but it doesn’t fit her great and it’s the exact same silhouette as last time, geoffrey’s is cool very cyndi, nancy’s is a little much

i like how the striped team matched their own outfits tho that’s cute

yah cuz that team won because it wasn’t as cohesive BUT IT WASNT HIDEOUS LIKE THE STRIPES

i think melanie is going home and geoffrey is winning

i love that sergio is finally getting critique because he sucks

sergio u can go home if u don’t design for PROJECT RUNWAY CHALLENGES then u LEAVE and if the judges don’t like it it is ur problem because then ur GOING HOME

i think melanie should leave for her look but sergio should leave for his attitude

dayoung just like “u should have stopped talking” YAH

nancy stfu

i love cyndi omg

aw i’m so happy it’s geoffrey cuz this means so much to him and just 🥺🥺

yah ok i expected it to be melanie