#first post huzzah

[not-a-fool-entire]

The napoleonic wars basically

[skipitty-bop]

and they were gym bros

oh my god they were gym bros...

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[kitefall]

Lightclan Cat Profile: Darkriver

[popcorn-plots]

midnight snack

Stephen sipped at his cocktail, watching the scene before him. It wasn’t much, just a few people crowded in the top deck, swaying to the last song of the night. The inky black water was silent a few stories beneath them, cold wind rustling Stephen’s hair. There were one or two other people at the cafeteria with him, one obviously tipsy and the other nearly asleep on their feet. Sometimes, Stephen liked to speculate on their stories – who they were, what got them to this point. Right now, he was too tired.

It was either listening to the too-loud music with a martini in hand, sitting alone in the cold night air, or going back to his room where nightmares lurked at every corner. Despite the exhaustion, Stephen preferred the martini.

The music stopped and the DJ shouted something unintelligible over the speakers. The tired man near him wobbled down the stairs, drunk girl in tow. Someone cursed. Stephen finished his drink and set it down.

He thought about ordering another one, but the cafeteria was bound to be closing soon – it was 2 AM – and he didn’t feel like getting drunk. Drunk meant the nightmares couldn’t wake him up. He felt a little bad for leaving Christine alone in the room, but she had always been a deep sleeper.

There were footsteps on the stairs and a voice. “Hey, Stranger”

Stephen looked up. Tony Stark was standing above him. “Stark.”

“What are you doing up?” Stark asked.

“What are you doing up?” Stephen responded. Stark laughed and Stephen couldn’t help but grin. He had hated the man for most of his career, and for the first few days of the cruise, but he couldn’t help but admit that there had been some sort of chemistry between them (after his initial disbelief that Tony Stark, of all people, was on his cruise ship). Christine and Pepper hit it off immediately and after a few drinks and meals together, Tony and Stephen had settled on light banter instead of huge arguments. For their Scary Female Friends, they decided.

“Nightmares.” Stark finally admitted. “Mind if I sit?”

“No, not at all. Sit away.” Stark chuckled and sat down. There was a long silence that wasn’t exactly uncomfortable. “Nightmares for me, too. Even in paradise, they still haunt me.” For a moment, Stephen wished he had another martini. In a moment of inspiration, he asked Stark if he wanted one.

“No thanks. Three years sober tomorrow.” Stark explained. Stephen hummed.

Another silence fell between them and Stephen looked down at his hands. He shivered slightly, the chill having finally penetrated his nightshirt. Stark sighed. “I… there’s a lot of evidence that prove that sleeping with someone–”

“If you’re asking if you can fuck me, Stark, the answer is yes. You’re handsome, and while part of me still hates you, another part of me enjoys your company and… I’m intrigued.”

Stark laughed and held up a finger. “Firstly, call me Tony.”

“Then call me Stephen.”

“Secondly, I’d have to buy you dinner before. Sex is a third-date kind of thing. I’m a gentleman, not a monster.”  Stephen raised an eyebrow, fighting to keep the blush away from his face at the fact that Star– Tony didn’t exactly deny his sex accusation. 

“Thirdly, I was saying that studies have shown that sleep quality improves when you literally sleep with a partner. I was going to say that while we haven’t been friends for that long, we've established that we both have nightmares and maybe we could give that a shot and see what happens.”

Stephen took a second to think. “Then you'd better ask me out first, douchebag.”

Tony laughed. It was louder this time, more free and a lot more contagious. Stephen began to chuckle as well, until they were both nearly howling with laughter. Tony had to wipe tears from his eyes before he could respond. 

“Fine." Tony slid onto one knee in front of Stephen's chair, cupping his hands in the air as if he was proposing. “Stephen Strange, will you go out with me and find some weird cruise ship sandwiches so I can literally take you to bed?”

Stephen pretending to fan his face, grinning. “I would be honored.”

Tony grinned, stood up, and held out his arm to help Stephen up. Arm in arm, they made their way to the food bar.

The next morning, Stephen woke up secured in Tony’s arms, never wanting to leave. He hadn’t had a single nightmare, and he started the day refreshed and relaxed for the first time since high school. Tony admitted that he felt the same way and they found breakfast together -- without their Scary Female Friends this time.

Then they got lunch, then dinner, and exchanged numbers. Stephen finally got the fucking he had talked about a week later and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Ten years later, Tony proposed on that same cruise ship, at 2 AM, and with a cucumber sandwich (he proposed again in Italy, on the Rialto Bridge, with an actual ring). Stephen never slept alone again.

Ao3

[arcanecitizens]

We first see this woman sitting on a crate during S1 Ep1. She only moves to go to the Last Drop when some of the Zaunites oppose Vander but can still be seen there after the time skip. She was displaced during the fighting between the enforcers and chembarons but makes it to the Firelight base. The red head "last drop regular" finds refuge there.

[twig---verginix]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harvest Moon: The Tale of Two Towns Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eileen/Lillian Characters: Eileen (The Tale of Two Towns), Lillian (Harvest Moon), Enrique (Harvest Moon), Dirk (Harvest Moon) Additional Tags: Flower Day, moon viewing festival, Mutual Pining, Fluff, First Kiss Summary:

Eileen wasn’t sure what she was working on, honestly. Usually, she would have found her plan by now. Even if she started a project with nothing more than a vague shape traced inside her head, the piece’s functional purpose would have revealed itself to her along the way, and the specifics of its form would have followed.

Not so with this piece.

(Hiiiii, @poprocktiara!!! I got to make your gift for @bokumonoexchange!  You 🤝 me (<--loving Eileen.) I am SO GLADDDD I got the opportunity to write some shipfic for her. I hope you enjoy it!!! :D

[number1scoutmain]

did you know that slime was invented by a medieval peasant? when interviewed, her response as to why she created it was “i knew it would blow up in 2016”

i've had this question sitting in my inbox for a month, wondering what clever response I could give, but I have nothing absolutely nothing, i genuinely don't know what to say how the fuck do I respond to this.

[lrdvyke]

Vyke, his Maiden, and Shabriri / a relationship study. ❛ Did he make his choice for his maiden, or did some other force lure him with suggestion? ❜

Shabriri came to the Maiden first, but not by design. Vyke caught his eyeless gaze with the win of the first Great Rune, putting him above the other Tarnished that came and went through the Lands Between. Vyke held a certain promise well on his way to earn him a place upon the throne itself, but one that Shabriri desired to break and mold into a vessel to carry the flame of the Lord of Chaos. One that will finally put them all onto the right path, given to them by the Three Fingers. Yet, there was a problem: getting to Vyke proved difficult with the Ancient Dragons supporting his growth. There was no viable way to push the Tarnished Champion down enough to start chipping away at the cracks wrought by simply being in the Lands Between.

No way, that is, until the second Great Rune was won. No way until Vyke and his Maiden entered onto the capital streets, saw the thorns covering the door and the passage barred. Unprepared, unknowing, despite doing all that was meant to be done, the path into the Erdtree has become impassable. No flame hot enough that could burn the roots from the passage. No incantation worthy enough that could break the seal holding it all together. Hope, once a vibrant thing, now shriveling fast before them. Long were their discussions about what it is they needed to do, long did they search for an answer that brought them to the same question that they started with: with two Great Runes in hand, what more needed to be done?

The answer came eventually, in a dawning horror of realization that fast brings about the necessity of sacrifice. There is little to say how it came to be known; be it through the information given and guessed upon as they looked out towards the Mountaintops, to the Forge of the Giants where the Flame of Ruin is contained, or by a whispering agitator that knew more than they led on. But one thing was certain: the Maiden's mind began to shift, to reflect upon her own station and find something amiss. Vyke was blind to this subtle change growing right beside him.

In the Maiden's budding grief and sense of dread for what the future may hold for her, she became a beacon for the caller of the Frenzy: Shabriri. In the guise of another, he was the shoulder for her to lean upon, to speak of her fears that he fed greedily enough with calmer words. He knew of the flame that which could burn the tree and the world surrounding, it is the very one that which the god of Chaos yearned for in the centuries since it was called down into the Lands Between, wanting nothing more than to incinerate all until there is nothing left. To start anew, to begin again.

Shabriri would show her the way, of survival, to convince her Tarnished that it is not right for such a terrible sacrifice to stain his ascension and she accepted readily enough. In the form of a slow knife to the heart, the cover of her mouth as he stared into her eyes, the dulling of her gaze of gold, and the promise of a life evermore, the Finger Maiden of the Tarnished Champion fled from the Lands Between. The first lie told, fire would soon lick her bones as it nestled inside of her. Shabriri took her body for his own and finally found his way to Vyke's ear.

❛ ( You are about to sacrifice something precious. ) Am I not precious to you? ( The life of a fair maiden, ) The life of the Maiden who has done nothing but serve you. ( that you would toss into the fiery forge. Only so that you may be Lord. ) You would toss me into the fiery forge so that you may be Lord, is that it? ( What a horrible thing to ponder. ) What a horrid thing to even conceive. ( Your ascendancy requires her sacrifice, whether she wishes it or not. ) Your ascendancy requires more sacrifice from me than from your own self. ( But how would the Lord, crowned so, be looked upon? ) How would you be looked upon, crowned so in my blood? Is it something you would be proud of? ❜

No, Vyke would say. No, Vyke would repeat. A deep-seeded grief began to seep through the cracks that formed within his time in the Lands Between. Long would he stare at the forge within the misted distance, the voice of his Maiden whispering in his ear that she does not deserve this fate. That to make the sacrifice, to take what he wants righteously, he needed to be the one to throw himself in. He needed to take that which would protect him, deep below the Erdtree, and make a pact with the Three Fingers and inherit the Flame of Frenzy itself. Become a better Lord. Become that which would never falter. Incinerate all that which divides and distinguishes ... is that not what he wanted after all? Yes, Vyke would say. Yes, Vyke would repeat. This would be the true path. None other.

Thus Vyke descended, goaded by the voice of his Maiden down further and further into the depths. Past the church, past the emaciated bodies littering the floor, past even the pile of those just like him who made his landing from the high beams unsteady—he pushed opened the door, and saw the Three Fingers rake across the stone ground trailing with sickly yellow flame. Second thoughts made him turn, to the closing of the door as the fingers took hold of him and melted steel and flesh both until he saw nothing, heard nothing, and felt nothing but that curling fire.

Once he was able to pick himself back up, to drag himself from the depths and out of the capital, his mind scrambled for purchase on a singular thought of getting back to his Maiden. To tell her she is safe, that they may go on to the Mountaintops together. But he returned with her blood upon his shaking hands and her lifeless form sitting so plainly upon a chair. The flames engulfed him for a second time, as his cries were echoed within the village.

Shabriri came back to him eventually, as a whisper inside his head. To begin pushing him away from the village, back towards the forge so that none could be sacrificed in vain. But word already spread of Vyke's crimes. He was hunted, he was brought low, and before he could get to the giant's flame, he was thrown into the Evergaol never to be seen again.

[jesterjamz]

HI JESTER thank you 🫵 for keeping the town of salem alive . how has it been??? i haven't touched the game or the art community in so long 😔 i feel like tos2 won't have a lot of players but idk that might be my traitors in salem experience bleeding through lol (i saw a post with u being thr top person in both tags idk when it was posted tho so sorry if it was old LOL)

HELLO!!! im doing my part for the town of salem community o7

i have been quite well!! very excited for artfight, i hope you are too! (i see we are on opposite teams, i shall have to attack you :3)

as for tos2, the only mode that's really alive is all any. i can get into an all any game relatively quickly but tough luck with any other mode honestly (i only play all any anyway so this is not an issue) pretty sure ranked practice/ranked is fairly active as well but i dont play ranked & also its kind of a mess right now anyway.

[sisigull]

I have some finished art work that I think some of y’all might enjoy so here’s a vote on which y’all would like to see first! So, go ahead! Take the conch and vote 🐚✨

[a-drama-addict]

i was going to draw and update chronos’ design and oh lord i’ve forgotten how to draw my boy

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[helldustedstories]

@madefate asked: ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ / niffty @ husk!

200 random dialogue prompts // accepting

It had taken Husk time to find a decent saxophone down here, and it had cost a hell of a lot, but provided it actually worked, it was gonna be worth it in the end. He'd been indulging his vices; maybe it was time to lean into one of his other skills, one he'd neglected for too long.

"Ah, shit, this place really must be rubbin' off on me," he muttered to himself as he pulled the instrument out of its case. It was in good shape, but it still needed a good clean and polish before he could test it out.

He reached beneath the bar and pulled out a clean rag and some homemade brass polish that he'd made sure Niffty knew was off limits. Granted, it wasn't that hard to make or come by; it was just a bitch when he had to do it right when he needed it.

Even though it had been a while since he'd properly cleaned or done a tune-up on a sax, he still remembered how. It had been one of the things he made sure to do himself, especially when he was down on his luck and relied on his playing to keep him in some sort of room and board.

Husk heard Niffty's approach before he saw her, and before she could say anything, he grumbled out, "Still not for you, Niffty."

"So why's it so important anyway?" she asked him, the whine in her voice almost making him wince.

He let out a long sigh, putting down his rag and picking up the little container of cleaner he'd made. "This," he waggled it back and forth before replacing it on the bar, "is the shit I gotta use for this," he indicated the saxophone in front of him, "And I ain't got time to make it every time you swipe it out from under me."

[onioneyez]

Ok how the hell do i find my sad-ass good omens aromantic kiss text post that I posted on 9/11????? (Is that the right order of operations for adjectives? Siri where does ass go) I want to reblog it with a cheery “happy Aromantic spectrum awareness week!” so people know I am cool and ironic like those movies that play pop music over in a gunfight

[tomstormm]

Yikes