#dynamic intros

[ask-mikurin]

Len: Send them stuff, please.... maybe that way they'll leave me alone....

[wildmoonatic]

something something we are getting this game

[mochela]

alll-mer and sulfur if they were girls

[adanseying]

unstoppable force (Adam’s canonical teacher kink) meets immovable object (Gansey being a professor’s soul in a teenagers body).

[itmightrain]

rewatching ep 1 of the terror and i love that thing they do a couple times on the ship where they start a scene with the camera outside of the room the characters are in, and we can hear them speaking to each other but we can't fully see them, and the camera moves as we listen to them talk, getting closer to being able to see them. and it's so unsettling for some reason, especially since you know it's a horror show, and your brain is just going "what am i going to see, what is going on over there" and almost always nothing is revealed once the camera reaches the room, it's just men having a conversation. but the fact that it's *hidden* from you creates this anticipation. idk if it's just a cool cinemographic way to create tension, or emphasize the lack of privacy in these tight quarters, or if it's like about Officers Country, and how when the regular men aren't allowed in those spaces, they're also going to be imagining the possibilities of what they aren't being allowed to see.

but anyway the fact that they introduce Francis and Jopson in that way is insane. Two men, mostly obscured behind a door, standing close and facing each other, one is doing something with his hands. They speak while the camera slowly approaches and finally reveals that Jopson's just repairing his shirt, nothing to see here. And then the "is there anything special you require, sir?" as Jopson bends down to bite the string off Francis' sleeve. insane!!!!??

[wheelercurse]

AEGON II TARGARYEN The fates already fucked me sideways Swinging by my neck from the family tree

[asanjilover]

He genuinely makes me lol

[corpxgoth]

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— ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱. ♰

Hi!! You can call me Lavanda. ♡ I speak both English and Spanish (I'm Chilean!). I'm a goth bisexual autistic young adult, and I mainly go by they/them, but he/she are also ok.

I'm taken irl. I have a wonderful boyfriend who supports my selfship. He's my biggest fan💜

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DNI — Basic DNI criteria & PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT if you're a pr×shipper. Will block with no hesitation.

BYF/BYI — I'd rather not be mutuals with minors, pls! dnf if under 18 ^.^

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— ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰. ♰

Main fandom — Slashers and horror movies in general. ♡

Other — Kpop (LOOΠΔ is my ult group), Wrestling (WWE, NJPW, DDT, AEW), anime (JJBA, MP100, CSM, etc), Mortal Kombat, Batman, etc etc etc... (´▽｀)

— 𝔖𝔢𝔩𝔣𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬. ♰

Main F/O — Asa Emory from the movies The collector & The collection • ✔️ Sharing!

Secondary F/O — Mary Mason from the movie American Mary • ✔️ Sharing!

Self Insert — Lavanda. (she/her) A young adult who works helping other slashers with their plans as their assistant and counselor.

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Feel free to send questions about my selfship or about any interest we have in common. I'll be happy to interact. ♡ Let's be kind w each other. (*´∀`)♪

🪻 ... Frequently used tags bellow!

#🪻 lavy lore : self insert lore!

#🪻 ramblin' lavy : me talking random stuff :3

#🪻🕷 dynamic : posts that remind me of my selfship with Asa ^.^

#🪻🕷 art : selfship art with Asa ♡

#🪻🩸 dynamic : posts that remind me of my selfship with Mary ^.^

#🪻🩸 art : selfship art with Mary ♡

[fidgetspringer-art]

Equestrian AU part 1.

"Martin!" Casey jogs up to him. He doesn't bother replying, just keeps adjusting Achilles' tack, making sure everything is looking how it should.

Casey continues unprompted, just how he'd expected. Never one to be put off by his silence. "Got a new potential client for ya. Figured since we're sending two horses back home next week we'll have room for one more, just wanted to check in with you before agreening to take them on."

Welp, there goes his plan of taking it easy for a while. He's been dealing with more pain than he's used to recently and it's been wearing on him. He's been looking forward to lowering his workload for a while now. He figures he might as well say as much. "Wasn't going to take on any new ones for a while. Got plenty as is."

"You've got four." Casey deadpans. "Soon to be two. You can handle another. And besides, those last two won't need to stay long anyway. With them finished up you can focus on just the one. Take it easy for a while."

He turns away so she can't see him roll his eyes. "I'll consider it."

"Trust me. You don't want to turn this one away."

"How so?"

"Ever heard the name Noah Powell?"

"No."

She scoffs at that. "Of course you haven't, you hermit. He's been getting a lot of attenion the last few years. Does eventing at a high level and is damn good at it too. Wins just about everything he signs up for."

The name still doesn't ring a bell. Nevermind that Martin barely even knows what 'eventing' is. He doesn't keep up with sports. "Why's he need my help, then. If he's so good at it?"

"Because," Casey leans in. "He lost his best horse last year. The one that took him up the ladder. Freak accident at home apparently." She gives Achilles a pat. "Got himself a promising young mare out of quality lines, was supposed to be the horse of a lifetime. They were doing well for a while, coming up the classes how you'd expect with a young horse like that. But the last few times he's entered they haven't made it a quarter of the way down the track before having to retire."

Martin is trying not to let on how he's actively listening now.

"His mare throws these tantrums. Stops dead in her tracks or turns into a proper bronc. Not even gonna mention their dressage." She cringes. "He's been out of competitions for a while now, almost a year. Got thrown pretty bad at the last one, dislocated his shoulder and hit his head real hard. He's been radio silent since. Until now. Just got a call from his groom."

Martin doesn't really know what to make of all of that. "And he wants me to fix his horse?" He finds that very hard to believe.

Casey wobbles her hand. "Well, not exactly. His groom is a fan of yours apparently. Says he's heard a lot of good things from friends and the like. He's the one who wants you on the case. Apparently you're their hail Mary. Says that if you can't fix her, no one can."

High praise. Too high. "I'm not a miracle worker." He huffs. "I don't know this mare. I can't guarantee shit."

"And they know that. They just want to give her one more chance. Figured you're the best man for it."

Martin picks up Achilles' reins and hauls himself up into the saddle. Christ he needs a smaller horse. Something that isn't wide as a barn door and tall as a fucking toolshed.

"You willing to take them on, or what?" Casey badgers on, poking his thigh.

He sighs, resting forwards with his arms across the saddle horn. He could turn it down. It's his choice, after all. But he knows as much as Casey does that he needs the money. And while he's got a fairly steady supply of clients, someone with those kinds of connections could set him up with a few new ones of his own, if he does a good job that is.

Best bite the bullet on this one, no matter how badly he wants to turn it down. He can't really afford to. "Fine. Book him in from next week. After those two colts have gone home."

"Good man, Martin. I'll call Gabriel back to let him know."

Martin wordlessly steers Achilles down across the length of the farm towards the path that will take him on a loop around the property.

The two young colts he's spent the last few weeks working with both whinny and come trotting up to the fence as soon as they spot him. They follow him the full length of the fence line, kicking and bucking and acting like the teenagers they are. Martin watches them bounce around the field, play fighting as if showing off in front of Achilles, who doesn't so much as lift his head up to look at them, just keeps ambling along, enjoying the sun on his back.

Martin closes his eyes and tips his head back, letting the warm rays hit his face. It's in moments like these that he truly appreciates this life he's carved out for himself. It hasn't always been easy, and it still isn't. But he's been lucky, and he's got passionate people there to help support him, to encourage him to keep going when he's tempted to quit.

Ten years he's been running this business now. Taking on problem horses and trying his best to help them through whatever it is that's haunting them. It's rewarding work, most of the time, even if it means dealing with people more than he'd like.

If it was up to him he'd never talk to another human soul ever again, aside from those he holds dear. But unfortunately for him, an important part of setting a horse to right is to educate the owner on how to do so as well. So that all his hard work won't go to waste as soon as the horse is returned to them.

It's his least favorite part of the job. Having to deal with assholes who think they know better than him. Forgetting why they've come to him for help in the first place. Other times they're nice enough, but some people just don't have a knack for training horses, in a way that makes explaining the process to them a pain in the ass.

Most times, it's the owner that's the problem. And just fixing the horse isn't going to solve that.

Martin blinks his eyes back open when Achilles turns right at the end of the path, striding onto a part of it that's less of a gravel road, and more of a deer track through tall grass. This part of the property line is only ever accessed by horseback, and Martin hasn't ever felt the need to change that. He halts Achilles a little ways down the trail, near a few clusters of stubby trees.

The farmhouse is visible in the distance, set atop a small hill that lets it look out on its surroundings. He can't see the barn from here, nor the cabins that sometimes house clients during seminars and the occasional youth camp put on by Casey. But the farmhouse's windows gleam where they catch the early morning sunlight.

It's quiet out here. Just the hushed whispering of the tall grass against Achilles' sides. And the clinking of his bit as he chews a handful of straws.

Martin urges the gelding onwards. Best finish up and get back to work. Before Casey catches him slacking off out here. He's got colts to work, if he wants to get them sent home before his new client arrives.

[vultursvolans]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𝓻𝔂𝓾𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶

there was an ache in my heart when i awoke in a strange, beautiful world that wasn’t my own. even as months turned to years, i still missed the familiar skies, the voice of loved ones and the home i had left behind. i wrote letters that went nowhere and whispered silent prayers that reached no one. it was like i was plucked from my own reality and placed in a world where i didn’t quite belong.

yet, as much as i longed for home, i was determined to learn in this new life. sumeru became my sanctuary and the akademiya, my solace. i learned their languages, customs, and secrets while sharing stories of the stars, landmarks, and beauty of my own world. the scholars listened, fascinated by the similarities and differences, but none more than al-haitham—a student assigned to guide me through this foreign land. he was a quiet presence. thoughtful and curious. he did not pity me.

and over time, he went from guide to peer to something more. over time, i wasn’t just seeking knowledge but also him. but what was the point? what was the point of falling for him if one day, i could just disappear—vanish back to my world, leaving him and teyvat behind? this could slip away at any moment. this might be as fleeting as a dream.

despite all reason, i still found myself loving him deeply. in a world that wasn’t my own, he had become my home.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: very slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒: 22.10.22 | playlist | genshinverse ryu | home for christmas (fic) | moodboards

𝐀𝐑𝐓: silk & moonlight | modern au | akademiya days | season of love | minecraft |

[kadextra]

sniles sneetly. enjoy 👍

[daydreamingcandycat]

Reading y'all's backstory with Whitney althewhile Cat is like "yes I'm capable of defending myself, yes, I want Whitney sexually bullying me forever"

Bro has been beating bullies asses for 17 years and then she meets this asshole that does it in a special way™ and gets too gooner brained to do anything

[gamerbot-22]

Me watching Boothill and Dan Heng’s interactions: Aw how cute! Look at my boys <3 I want them to go on a roadtrip together, it’d be so cute.

Me watching Boothill saunter into Aventurine’s room: Oh god oh no oh fuck this twink is gonna get obliterated and it’s *not* gonna be in the fun way—

[axolotlfied]

Intros for my oc’s that I never posted on here! Casino conmen who live together (NOT GAY THEY SWEAR) and kind of suck at everything they do

[smrtnik07]

[crystallizsch]

another sleep deprived moment: i read jade leech as “jamil leech” goodbye im going to sleep