#i am going FERAL over these two

[aflockofravens]

*dying pterodactyl noise*

"Chance or Something More" already had me in a chokehold but the English dub!?

I thought for sure we'd get the frantic over-the-top Jinshi when he sees that Maomao saved him, but instead we got the quiet, disbelieving, heartbroken, terrified voice of a man who is so so scared to lose the best thing that's ever happened to him.

And then his resolve carrying her out of there, calmly? Not making eye contact with anyone, pace unbroken, thousand-yard-stare of a man who almost lost everything?

He doesn't even care that he almost died. He doesn't care who's around to see him carry a low born servant girl out of the temple. He doesn't care about propriety or cultural expectations.

His Maomao is injured. She is his priority. Always.

[sheena-is-a-punk-rocker]

WHERE'S THE FANFIC???

*Throws this snippet at the Bistro Huddy tag*

Who wants some Trickette???

[soft-cryptids]

Simon Ghost Riley.

[blujayonthewing]

pitched battle inside my brain between the part of me that's desperately shaking myself by the shoulders going "YOU HAVE GOT TO ACTUALLY LIVE THE KIND OF LIFE YOU IMAGINE INSTEAD OF JUST SITTING AROUND IMAGINING IT UNTIL YOU DIE!!" and the part of me that's clutching my face going "is this allowed? is this allowed?? is this allowed???"

[rowanmutt-afterdark]

Self insert drabble based off an rp with a friend, this features Rowan (my oc).

I want to do more self inserts eventually, whether that's my own or mutuals. It's great writing practice. I already have one in the works for a trade with a mutual of mine. If you're a mutual and want me to write a self insert x Canon for ya, hit me up!

MTMTE Rung X Rowan (OC)

Words: 311

Enjoy!!

Rung was hunched over his beloved partner, their face was a mesh of pink and hair stuck to their forehead as they laid out on his desk, legs wrapped around his thin waist and crossed behind his back.

Their hips connect with soft plaps of metal on skin, soft moans leaving his Rowan as they arched their back and pushed into him to try and get as close as they could as he had his way with them. His vents were roaring as his heated frame chugged to cool himself down, but with how they looked all spread out below him, he couldn't hold back. Not when they looked so delicious like this.

His digits dug into their skin as his pace quickened making their moans break into sobs as he sped up his pace, his spikes unique shape caught on their walls just right to leave them a mess beneath him. His lips were quirked with love and a cockiness to it that made them love him anymore.

"P-Please~" They whispered, he leaned down closer to them, pressing his body ever so closer, a servo pressed against the buldge from his spikes position within his lover, eliciting a cry so beautiful it was a melody that he would repeat to himself on his own time.

"I'm not leaving dear, you have me all night. I'm not stopping until your pussy is filled and dripping with my fluids. Soon enough you'll be round with my sparking, can you imagine it? " He purred before he shifted and ground his spike into their cervix.

"That's a good boy~ Take my spike as deep as you can, feel me deep within you." They sobbed in response as his spike was practically thrusting into their guts at this point. He was bottomed out fully inside of them!

"Let's make sure not a single drop is wasted. Shall we?"

[paigemathews]

abi’s three hundred one hundred follower celebration: choose your three favorite charmed ships | chris halliwell & bianca atwood

the absolutely chokehold these two have on me. enemies to lovers. changing sides and becoming a better person. finding love when you didn’t think yourself worthy of it. finding this one piece of happiness is a world destroyed and having to sacrifice it to the save the world that never did anything for you. risking your love on the hope that you’ll meet again in a new world.

[monocytogenes]

Anyone spotted this cutscene?

Hey SWTOR folks--

I've been spending a lot of time on the TorCommunity dialogue database for fic purposes lately, and as a Shara Jenn/Imperial Agent shipper I'm legitimately haunted by this allusion to a Chapter 3 scene with her--I've never ever seen a recording of it, and apart from here the only mention of it I've turned up is a passing comment on a nearly decade-old Reddit post, so I'm curious if it's still in the game and if anyone's encountered it!

Based on context clues, it seems to be triggered by this set of choices when you talk to her at the beginning of Chapter 2:

Agent: [What about our relationship?] And what happens to us? With the promotion, the assignment, all of it… Keeper: I know. I didn't mean it to go this way, Cipher. But it's over. There really isn't another choice. Agent: [I don't accept that.] So we just forget each other and walk away? It doesn't work like that. Keeper: What do you suggest? Partners in the field are one thing, but a Cipher and Keeper--it can't be allowed. Agent: [Give it a chance.] I'm not asking for the world. I'm asking you to keep an open mind. Keeper: I'm not--you need to leave for Nar Shaddaa. There's a meet set up with Ardun Kothe's men. I'll…think about what you've said. But focus while you're out there; I want you back alive.

And then here's a route through the scene itself with maximum flirt options (if I'm parsing it all correctly):

Keeper: Cipher, don't say anything. I'm walking out of the Citadel, and I'd like to discuss the…personal matters you've brought up before. Can we meet in the Nexus Room? For a drink? Agent: [Flirt, Of course.] I've been waiting to hear you say that for ages. Keeper: I'm aware of that. Five minutes, alone, please. [Scene break, she sends your companion away] Keeper: Hello, Cipher. Thank you for coming. You know, I don't often drink--the headaches and nosebleeds are part of the price of my heritage. Agent: [Flirt, You look nervous...] Are you uncomfortable? Can I help you relax? Keeper: In a manner of speaking. Quite a while ago, when I took this designation, I said we were over and you said I should keep an open mind. I did, and I thought, and I realized I don't know why you were being so persistent. Agent: [I care deeply about you.] I was being persistent because you mean the world to me. Keeper: Strange to hear you talk like that. I like you, Cipher. I like that you're an effective agent, I like the way you make my brain fuzz over. I'm not going to resign as Keeper, and we can't--but I'm willing to hope, and watch for our chance to be together. Agent: [Kiss her, What about now?] Some chances pass by quickly. Keeper: They do, at that. They'll be expecting me in the Citadel. Please be careful on this mission--I can't predict what's ahead. Agent: [We'll make this work someday.] I swear to you, you won't regret choosing to try. Keeper: That's not your promise to make. Get to your ship, and we'll have the future when it comes.

[peachznscream]

genunely sometimes do not know how to cope with the world being so cold and bureacratic and people who withold care and essential rights to people over arbitrary rules and money and

[volivolition]

WAIT SINCE WHEN DID FURY OF A SHATTERED MIRROR UPDATE HELLO HELLOOOOOOO??!!!!?!?!?????? (POSITIVE)

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @minban ( scar ) || starter call. ]

─「エデン」─  the usually gloved digits were bare when they traced along the line of his scarred face, over the striking streak cascading through the piercing crimson hue of his right eye. the SCARS that made his namesake, now admired so ardently in close proximity which made her own heart jump a little. private, behind closed doors, their bare bodies pressed to one another, skin littered with marks of ownership. calloused fingers took hold of his, slowly guided it down the line of her throat, letting him trace the GOLDEN MARKS branching from the auric crack in the middle of her chest like roots from a tree, akin to lightning scar. she placed his clawed hand there, right upon the mark of stellaron that hummed slightly louder when came in contact to his frequency. was it calling ? beckoning ?

                " what do you hear ? " the cancer of all worlds locked underneath a living vessel. it pulsed strongly, the golden glow becoming brighter as though tempting for him to RIP IT OUT of its confine. to take the heart that allowed this CONTAINER to breathe and live like she was now. " is it calling for you ? " there was a hint of possessiveness laced in her voice. so subtle. almost unnoticeable. he's hers, hers, hers, not even the stellaron can have him.

[actual-changeling]

bill never expected him to stay. they eat, kiss, fuck, fall asleep in each other's arms, and wake up the next day, carrying on as if they didn't just meet yesterday. his whole world got turned upside down, but he couldn't bring himself to question it because what if frank leaves.

bill was many things, misanthropic and repressed being two of them, but he wasn't stupid so he kept his mouth shut and accepted all the little ways frank started asserting himself. he cleaned the house, helped him cook, started planting flowers simply for decoration instead of food, took care of the chicken and of bill with so much ease and adoration it made bill tremble when he thought about it.

after a week he lost count of all the times they had kissed and touched and loved each other. after a month, frank said i love you and something inside of bill broke.

he couldn't say it back, not for a long time, but he showed it with every touch, every gift, every measure to keep them safe. bill couldn't say it, but he built them a piece of heaven on earth and that was enough for frank.

[m00nyixl]

For the end of season 1 have a sketch i did last night waiting foe the last two episodes to release

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Was in an “I need to do something fun, novel, and mildly dangerous right NOW or I am going to self-destruct” kind of mood so I got a waffle cone locally then walked an hour or two to Target and Big Lots, bought some stuff I needed, and carried it back from 8:30–10:00. I saw the moon! It is very orange. Very beautiful. Very powerful.

I got a file folder for important documents and some Command strips and hooks from Target; and a denim chindi rug, an over-door organizer, and some pretty butterfly depression glasses, which I assume are for liquor from Big Lots.

I also helped some kids cross the street because they were unsure how crosswalks worked; and I gave a few dollars to a lady holding a sign who needed it to support her kids. Honestly I liked doing those things more than the actual shopping but I am quite pleased with my denim chindi rug. It’s pretty.

[essektheylyss]

I want to WRITE but nothing is HAPPENING I am frothing at the fucking MOUTH

[hexados-on-a-string]

spectragus dont get enough credit for being a sun and moon ship but like. destructive sun and moon ship. sun and moon ship but they're the forces of nature the sun and moon actually are. the sun is harsh and relentless and unpredictable in its evil but also it's kindness, the moon is sharp and cold and cruel, a harsh light that doesn't allow you peace, but can also guide you, a light in the darkness. even on nights with a new moon, with no light in the sky, the moon is always reflecting the sun, and it'll be that way until they come to their end.

[edalynn]

Caleb for ask game

Opinion: The perfect character. The way they've given him such a clear personality and character while NEVER SAYING A WORD and only visibly being in like 3 episodes for not even a minute at a time? top tier character writing what the FUCK. you can tell what parts of the story were Most Important for Dana to show akljhfLFJALSJFKA. I love how they did the whole "all he did was love too much" trope while allowing his character to be shown as seeming mournful and almost bitter at his brother for killing him. I feel like usually with that trope, even in the ghost-way they're often shown as this angelic, forgiving being after death (i.e. early seasons mary winchester ghost), but Caleb is shown looking down at his brother is disgust and disappointment. I LOVE it i LOVE Caleb, would love to hear him talk one day but god if he sounds like Hunter I might have a full on meltdown

HC: I know it's basically canon, but he loves his wife so much. Evelyn is off shaking down travelers for snails and eating little critters Eda-style and Caleb is just over there like

I also really want him to have been Ghost Caleb, not Hallucination Caleb because HC that he has watched and welcomed home once killed each and every Golden Guard. His colony of sons. Sometimes they remind him a little to much of Evelyn or their child he never got to meet and it Hurts, but instead of being bitter he loves each and every one. Watching over Hunter without being able to do anything to warn him of the abuse that's to come or be able to stop his brother. The joy of him seeing Flapjack for the first time after 400 years when he finds his way to Hunter. Just. SO MUCH LEFT TO KNOW ABOUT CALEB AND I ALREADY LOVE HIM SO, SO MUCH.