#forgot to queue a post last night

[spockeveryday]

[front-facing-pokemon]

[lowpolyshadow]

i have art block but i also don't have art block you feel me

[frnkiebby]

on no~🎃

[fizzytoo]

after dating for a year, adrien and rua have decided to take their relationship to the next level and move in together!

look at him, putty in adrien's hands 🫵🏽😫

[dailyalgebraliens]

It's a requirement that every time I come to/return to a fandom that I find some crackship rarepair to go insane about

[userpreviouslyknownasbakudeku]

Entries are now closed!!

thank you everyone for participating. be assured your secrets are safe with me, even the really funny ones.

I'll post an update soon about the date! please have some patience with me in the meantime because I work full time & participate in local organizing.

wishing you all the best of luck 🫡

[hinakyuu]

gifs to get through the 2023 off-season 2/??

(vid cr. fannyyann)

[sapherin]

Happy 23rd Anniversary Pokemon Crystal 💎💙✨

Congrats once again to Mr. Mystical Mystery Man Eusine for finally achieving his lifelong dream of owning the big water kitty. 2023 truly was his comeback year I’m so happy for him 🎀💎✨.

90% of this section if going to be silly ship doodles, sorry if you came in here expecting something else lmao. If you follow me elsewhere you have probably already seen these.

Oh I think I got a bunch of Eusine doodles I never posted here. If I actually never posted them? I lost track of what I’ve posted where so if there’s any dupes I’ll just quietly remove them later.

Going to end this with a little Kris since it’s also her day. Thanks for reading til the end! 

[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline WIP Wed - waffle house fic - Eating Habits

Okay okay here's some Rebekah! 😊

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Rebekah Mikaelson sat down in her booth.

“Oh my god, is this where you’ve been?” She dropped her large, obnoxiously designer purse on the tabletop, scattering Caroline’s pens. “Truly, this is tragic.”

Caroline blinked, frantically wondering if vampires could have hallucinations, if maybe she just hadn’t noticed being bitten by a werewolf recently. “Rebekah?”

“Well spotted.” Digging in her purse, she pulled out a compact and a tube of lipstick. “Did you also notice that one tends to stick to the booth?” She squirmed slightly, looking disgusted.

Marcy bustled over, pulling her notepad and pen from her apron. “Well, I’ll be! Company.” She beamed at Caroline, who smiled stiffly back. “Can I get you anything?”

Rebekah paused halfway to freshening up her lipstick to examine the short, round woman. “Does everything here come with grease on it?” she asked.

The server’s smile went sharp. “No, we put the grease on special for flavor.”

Rebekah frowned. “Then no.” She returned to fixing her lipstick, Marcy clearly dismissed from her mind.

Caroline exchanged a look with the server, trying to convey some kind of wordless apology and mutual irritation. Marcy rolled her eyes but left with one finally squinty-eyed look at Rebekah.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t get anything, she probably would have spit in it,” Caroline said, reaching out to corral her pens in a pile away from her booth guest.

Looking up from tucking away her makeup, Rebekah looked disgusted. “Gross. Would you have warned me?”

“Not even a little.” She flashed Rebekah a smile as polite as it was fake.

The other girl offered her own version of the same. “It’s a wonder we left any of you alive,” she said, digging back in her purse.

Caroline tapped the end of her pen against her notebook. “So, about that: what are you doing here and how quickly can you leave?” Rebekah’s dorm was on the other end of the row closest to campus, and Caroline made an effort to avoid bumping into her when she walked past. Unfortunately, seeing her in Biology on Thursdays was unavoidable. They very diplomatically sat on opposite ends of the classroom.

“I’m hungry for a midnight snack.” Her tone of voice made it clear she thought this was obvious.

With a shrug, Caroline picked up a highlighter and started going down the list of vocabulary words. “Well, you had your chance for pie, I’m afraid.”

“Don’t be daft.” Rebekah pulled out a small, collapsible brush and started working invisible tangles out of her hair. “I don’t want pie, I want a nice brunette. Maybe a blond.”

Freezing mid-highlight, Caroline glanced at Rebekah and then around to see who was paying attention. June was busy with a table that had just been sat, and Marcy was in the back. The other tables had cleared out. No one paid her any mind. "Rebekah," she hissed quietly, "You can't just eat people in a Waffle House. Marcy's already had to clean up after some drunk kids who hurled on the bar tonight, she doesn't deserve to find a dead body in the bathroom."

The air of disdain with which Rebekah looked at her might have peeled paint. "What have the Salvatores been teaching you, baby vampire? I'd understand Stefan having no self-control–he never did–but surely Damon is old enough."

Caroline huffed bitterly. "Damon hasn't exactly been known for his self-control, either, historically. Elena's mostly guilted him into using blood bags, but I'm sure he has his cheat days."

Rebekah shuddered dramatically. "Ugh, blood bags. There’s always a plastic aftertaste, I don’t know how you stomach them.”

“Well, I’m not about to start Stefan’s bunny diet anytime soon. I don’t know how he stomachs the fur in his teeth,” Caroline said, making a face. Rebekah gave her a look she probably saved for unfortunate Dickensian orphans to lure them in before draining them dry, like Caroline was the most pitiable creature on Earth. “You know those aren’t your only options, right? Stefan’s guilt-fueled eternal Lent or the refrigerated donations intended for the injured.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder with a flippant hand. “I mean, I don’t care about that sort of thing, but you seem like the type that would. A Good Vampire, and all that.” Smiling as if that was funny, Rebekah seemed like she was trying to invite Caroline in on the joke.

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

his middle name is the

[fanfic-phoenix]

Obitine Week 2023, Day 2 - Lady Kryze

Prompt: Castle Kryze

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 554

Read on AO3

The castle had been the Kryze home for generations; the thought of being the first to abandon it made Satine feel ill. Her whole life had been spent in this castle. Leaving it seemed akin to leaving herself.

Satine had never seen a Jedi before, but she had an idea in her mind of what they might look like.  The man she was watching from her window fitted it entirely, his brown cloak fluttering in the breeze as he approached, long hair tangling about his face.

She went to the door to greet him, and he bowed.  “Lady Kryze.”

“Master Jedi.”

“My name is Qui-Gon Jinn,” he told her.

“Master Jinn.”  She watched him for a long moment.  “Do you intend to take me from my home?”

“Tonight, no.  In the future?”  He spread his hands, a perfect picture of uncertainty.  “If it is necessary to protect you, then we will have to leave.”

“I see.”  She stepped away from the doorway to let him in.  “My bedroom is on the second floor.  You may take the one across from it.”

He father’s room, once, though she did not tell him that.  He gave her a sympathetic look that seemed to know it, anyway, and she turned aside.

The castle had been the Kryze home for generations; the thought of being the first to abandon it made Satine feel ill.  Not so ill, of course, that she would throw her life away, but enough that she spent the walk to her bedroom committing everything she walked past to memory.  The ballroom, the gardens, the living rooms.  The portrait of her great-great-grandmother.  The curtains she and Bo had to sew themselves after accidentally destroying the originals.

Her whole life had been spent in this castle.  Leaving it seemed akin to leaving herself.

*

“Lady Kryze.”

“Master Jinn.”

Three days had passed since the Jedi’s appearance on her doorstep, and she had never seen him show any amount of distress - of any emotion, really, except calm.  Right now, he seemed positively rattled.

“My lady,” he said, “I’m afraid we have to leave.”

“Now?”  She sat up.  She was still in her nightdress, but her armour was waiting for her.  “I’ll dress.”

“Of course.  Excuse me-”

“Master!”

That was a new voice.  A young voice, coming from the hallway.  Satine jolted at it, reaching under her pillow for a blaster.

“My padawan,” Master Jinn said.  “My student.”

Satine blinked.  She’d heard nothing of a student.

“I left him behind, tracking the movements of a bounty hunter.  Apparently I was correct, and they were dispatched to kill you.”

“Master.”  The owner of the voice appeared at the doorway with Jinn.  “Forgive me, Duchess.  Master, we have to go now.  Is there a back way out?”

“Yes,” Satine told him.  “I’ll take you.”

“Good.”  He looked at her, as if seeing her for the first time, and noticed her undress.  His ears flushed red.  “I-  Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine.  Guard the door and I’ll dress.”

“Yes, of course.”  He bowed awkwardly and turned fast enough to give himself whiplash.

It was, of course, entirely foolish to think of anything other than the buckles of her armour.

However.  Satine knew her armour like the back of her hand, and she knew how to put it on without concentrating, and she absolutely had enough of her mind free to notice that this strange padawan had lovely eyes and a rather sweet blush, and overall - if one ignored the hair - was rather…

Well.

He’d be pleasant company, at least.

Tagging: @weekofobitine

[ladytauria]

Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for all the Last Unicorn posts you put on my dash. Brightened up my day. ❤️

🥰 i’m glad!!!

i was feeling a little nostalgic last night ✨

[galadae]

i keep forgetting i have to do basic quests for my test server character. like for chocobos and pvp akdjkd

[ridiasfangirlings]

Anna gets her period when only she and Yata are in the Homra bar. Anna tells Yata that she is bleeding and Yata is in a panic. In the evening, Yata must explain to Kusanagi why an impressive amount has disappeared from his account, without mentioning that Yata called a doctor to Anna's house so that the doctor would say that Anna had her period and this call cost twice as much as a regular hospital appointment.

Yata, baby, you have a mother, call her. This is what Yata gets for not paying any attention in his health classes. Imagine Kusanagi is out for the day and Yata’s hanging out at the bar keeping an eye on Anna, she’s off school today and Yata figures he can take her shopping or to a cafe or anything she wants to do. He’s a little worried that she hasn’t come downstairs yet though, it isn’t like Anna to sleep so late, but Yata thinks maybe she was up last night or something. When she finally appears she’s still in pajamas, looking very nervous as she peers over the bannister. Yata greets her and says Kusanagi had to step out for an emergency but don’t worry, Yata’s here to make whatever she wants for breakfast. Anna gives this quiet nervous ‘Misaki…’ and something in her tone makes Yata suddenly on edge. He asks if something’s wrong and Anna’s like ‘blood.’ Yata asks if she hurt herself and Anna shakes her head. Yata asks where she’s bleeding, coming over to check on her, and Anna finally leans over and whispers in his ear.

That evening Kusanagi returns to the bar with a not at all murderous smile as he asks Yata-chan to properly explain the very large charge that came out of his account this afternoon, because the quick text Yata sent was very unclear. Yata gives a nervous laugh as he says well the only doctor I could get was a specialist and they charge a bunch for a home visit and I was worried the hospital would be too far away and I couldn’t carry Anna on my skateboard when she was like that. Kusanagi gives this heavy sigh and asks how Anna is, Yata quickly says she’s fine and she’s taking a bath now, he got her all the supplies the doctor told him to and some heat packs and aspirin too. Yata’s like trying to slink out as he talks and Kusanagi is finally like it’s fine, as long as Anna’s okay. Once Yata makes his escape though Kusanagi just facepalms all these kids I swear, how did Yata get to be this age without anyone ever telling him what a damn period is, and he makes a mental note to ask Awashima to watch Anna next time