#i have a vision (brainrot)

[mettywiththenotes]

Timebomb and Jayvik parallels real. to me

Recreating a version of hextech with your partner and your relationship growing over time? Your mentor Heimerdinger overseeing the progress? In order to get that small blob of the arcane, you know what they had to do?

They had to CRANK IT

Ledge and view of the city

"When you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission." / "Sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind." (Viktor and Powder rizz be like "inspirational quote inspirational quote silly goofy line and all the love in their eyes")

Physical proof of their relationship

"Could we just... pretend like it's the first time?"

[yaoiconnoisseur]

Kintsugi ( 金継ぎ ) : The art of repairing broken pottery with gold powder to celebrate its history and give it a new, unique beauty.

Remember that one art Twitter trend from several months ago? I couldn’t find it in me to finish it. Oh well. (-_-;)

[rayroseu]

lilia and bloodshed is really good

[change-the-rules]

*places both of my hands on either side of your face, gently cradling your head*

listen to me closeted cressida cowper in high femme drag flirting her way onto the back of eloise's decked out motorcycle as she rides with dykes on bikes

[poughkeepsies]

I can't explain it but it's giving "is it over now?"

[tizooky]

I have a lot of drawings of my Tav I've been sitting on, so I figured I might as well start posting some of them. Her name is Wren, and she's a green dragonborn and a spore druid! As it turns out, getting tadpoled might have been one of the best things to ever happen to her, even if the situation was a bit dire at times. Nothing says honoring your clan like saving the world, right?

Bonus comic:

[cinderflower]

But who now would be there to soothe Malenia's grief? Who would be the one to hold her, when she learns what became of the love for her? 

Excerpt from the fic Love Abandoned

[shoopsthereitis]

rival dancers james and regulus get hired to the same dance company and are forced to compete together 🙂‍↕️

[wisteriagoesvroom]

is this anything??? (you tell me bruh)

snippet from AU where lando and oscar are both spiderman

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“He keeps keying the same sequence, but changing the last two letters.” Oscar says.

“Woah. How’d you know that. You psychedelic or something.”

“Psychic. And no. I’m not. I can just see it, there.” Oscar points at an opposite wall, with a mirror panel where Crimson’s number sequence is reflected.

“Clearly you stayed in school in your world, showoff.”

“I'm just observant. Plus, I got bitten later than you.” Oscar says, still watching Crimson. Calculating in his head the number of swings it might get over there to incapacitate him, if Lando could maybe cause a distraction or something. 

“Hey, have you ever seen those Jamie Bond movies?” Lando says, leaning further forward on his perch with interest.

“Don’t you mean James Bond?”

“Ugh, no. Jamie. She goes on these missions, they’re really fun, and she always ends up in a situation with this homme fatale gambit thingy–” 

“Homme fatale?”

“Duh. And who the hell is James Bond?” Lando says, as if Oscar has just told him the sky is green, not blue. 

Above them, Crimson’s typing gets more frantic. The collider is bursting with colours now, threads and threads winding around the huge space, though they seem to sense that Oscar and Lando are not of their worlds, so the time-ribbons fly all around them, tendrils streaming steadily in the air. 

“You’ve got to explain this to me like I’m dumb.” Oscar says. “Because maybe I’m–”

Lando looks up, face bisected by a rainbow of different colours. 

“No time. Just watch.” Lando says, before shooting a web up, swinging towards the platform where Crimson is.

“Lando–” Oscar hisses. The name has barely left his mouth before Lando’s landed on the Collider’s platform.

Crimson turns, eyes of his suit ink black. The kind of horrible galactic jet black Oscar associates with scary water pools at the start of alien attack sequences, or pitch dark space that sucks up spaceships.

Oscar yanks his cloth mask back on before he crawls along the side of the wall, finding footholds and microscopic edges, trying to keep as inconspicuous as possible.

“Heya, Red.” Lando says. 

“Of course you are here.” Crimson says, masked face in profile. “And you brought a friend.”

Oscar sucks in a breath.

Well. So much for stealth mode.

[kinsey3furry300]

Dio Singing Holy Diver:

"You got shiny diamonds Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue Something is coming for you, look out! Race for the morning You can hide in the sun 'til you see the light Oh, we will pray it's all right!" "Gotta get away, get away!" "Between the velvet lies There's a truth that's hard as steel, yeah The vision never dies- "

Dio, shaken: "The vision sometimes dies once-"

Dio: "I.... The vision dies twice....."

Dio, Kicks over his mic stand and walks off the stage in tears, Whispering: "Fucking hell."

[johnslittlespoon]

curtbuckbucky nightclub au .* :☆ﾟ. ☽

open for drabble/more pics! <3

alright, i've never done a proper 'intro' post for a fic/au i have in mind, but this one has been rotting in my brain for ages and i know there's no way i'm not gonna write something for it eventually so here goes, bear with me <3 made a lil edit (took me fucking hours to collect enough stock footage lmfao) to go along with it too >:)

a modern au where college student curt is a regular at a new–ish queer nightclub, showing up every friday night without fail to dance his heart out, his way of de–stressing at the end of every week and getting his pent up energy out. he's the prettiest little thing, dresses up so fun– some nights he throws on dresses or crop tops with skirts or short shorts when he's feeling it, other nights he goes for more of a relaxed baggy pants and flowy linen button up type of vibe– always with the same pair of scuffed up sneakers on for ease of dancing.

the bartenders and other regulars adore their bubbly little club bunny, always looking out for him, doting on him with free drinks and food. and even if some of them eye curt like he's dinner when he's out on the floor swaying his hips, eyes closed to fully lose himself in the music, the glitter on his eyelids and cheekbones catching the lights just right, curt's not there for any of that. he dances with people occasionally, he's confident and carefree and likes the attention and it makes him giggle when he catches newcomers staring, doesn't mind a wandering hand here and there, but he never goes home with anyone. the same routine, every friday, dancing until his dark waves are curling damp with sweat against his temples and his black eyeshadow is smudged and he leaves to make the walk back to the flat he shares with a few roomies.

enter john and gale, longterm boyfriends who sometimes like to go out clubbing and find someone pretty to bring home for a fun time, only an open relationship in that sense– they have no interest in actually dating other people, both adamant that it's no strings attached, too head over heels for each other to have eyes for anyone else anyway.

they decide to check out a club they haven't been to yet, usually sticking to the tried and true ones, but a couple of their friends recommend it, so they give it a go one friday night. they've barely sat down at the bar with their drinks when they see a boy who, john comments to gale, looks like the 'energizer bunny' (gets a snort out of curt when he tells him so in the future.) even once they're buzzed enough to head out onto the dance floor together, neither of them can take their eyes off of the bundle of energy, mesmerized.

they both know the other is equally enamoured with the boy, drinking up all the glitter and bouncy curls and blissed out smiles, already knowing they just have to have him– the prettiest thing they've ever seen. curt's confused when they approach him, because he's noticed them too, has been admiring from afar, but he's also noticed their hands and lips all over each other, dancing much too close and comfortably to not be a couple. but john purrs out "we just like to have a little fun every now and then sweetheart, don't you?"

and no, not really, he doesn't. usually a night of exhausting himself dancing is his idea of fun, not ever looking for anything else, not finding most guys worth his time. but john and gale sweet talk him just right, spend time actually getting to know him when he agrees to let them buy him a drink at the bar, and fuck, they're both the hottest things he's seen walk into the club in a long time, and they're giving him all their attention? he decides that maybe he'll be brave and flirt back. despite his confidence and lack of caring what other people think about him, he's so shy and easily flustered when someone he's actually into makes the moves on him, doesn't even know what to do with himself when he realizes he's blushing at their compliments and the combination of their heavy gazes on him.

obviously they all get each other worked up as the night goes on, and curt goes home with them and gets his world rocked, spoiled and pillow princess–ed and showered in praise, not at all what he expects hook–ups to be like after having only been with people he's been dating. he expects to walk back home after since they all live in the same vicinity of downtown, tries to ignore his wobbly legs when he finally crawls out of bed, gets dragged back down by gale for one last messy breathless makeout while john gets him an uber before curt can protest or offer to pay.

normally john and gale don't get the numbers of their one night stands, but they want to make sure he gets home safe, and they can both gauge how the other is feeling and they know they'll want to see him again if they're lucky enough for curt to say yes, so john puts his number into curt's phone and tells him "text when you're home safe, yeah? or, y'know, text whenever you want." and curt isn't sure if this is john saying they both want to see him again, because he's dense and shy and they made it clear beforehand that they're in a closed relationship, but next friday he texts to let them know he'll be at the club again, and john and gale tell him they'll be there, the three of them going home together for a second time that night, and they fall into a routine from then on.

curt gets giddy every friday, dolling himself up extra pretty for the two men, flushed at their attention every time and so thrilled to dress up for someone other than himself for once. he can already feel himself going all heart–eyes for them after the second or third time they hook up, but he knows where he stands, and he's having fun experimenting for the first time and having two experienced, sweet guys show him a good time every week, so he doesn't want to jeopardize that by getting his feelings involved.

little does he know that john and gale are falling head over heels too for this sweet energetic boy, loving how much he spices up their lives, both in the bedroom and out, realizing their flat feels so quiet now on the nights where they don't take curt home with them. so that leads to some serious conversations to see if they're on the same page about getting to know curt better, both of them learning how to navigate this new territory because neither of them expected to want to bring someone else into their world like this. they agree they'd like to take curt out on a cute date, during the daytime for once, to properly test the waters and see how curt feels– of course he slots into their lives perfectly, as if he's been there all along. <3

but along the way: lots of slow burn, miscommunication, endless filthy smut, curt trying to balance college and work and friends with his newfound feelings for john and gale, john and gale getting dragged to raves and festivals by their always adventurous bf, city night–life juxtaposed by early morning domesticity, etc etc.

this has been floating around in my head for a couple weeks since i got this vision of 2012–stalker–era barry with eyeshadow and glitter stuck in my brain and thus a whole universe/plot spawned from it. honestly would mostly be pwp, but would love to write a proper fic for it anyway eventually, each chapter littered with filth, obviously LOL. i have so many thoughts and so many little scenarios planned out in my head already... these three have me in a chokehold.

i need to make proper intro/drabble posts like these for my other aus too aghhh it just takes so longggg because i get carried away with the drabble and then i have to find the perfect clips for edits and the perfect pics to tie it all together and suddenly i've spent half a day on one post but. someday <3 leaving!bikeriders au next surely! thx for reading hope u enjoy this version of the boys and hopefully i'll have time to write it soon!

all posts about this au will be under #curtbuckbucky nightclub au :-)

[lucid-heart]

and if I write a fic where instead of billy seeking Agatha out it's Penelope Park who has only recently discovered she's the lovechild of Agatha and Rio, and Rio shows up to stop her because how she can explain that Nicky died while their daughter didnt, huh what if I did that hmm

[mistynatruther]

i asked for the killing eve jackienat au forever ago when is somebody gonna write it 😔😔😔 i would do it myself but i fear i never finish anything i start ever

[yxremii]

Hear me out, Garrencemau but make it Corpse bride.

[luckkythirt33n]

"You look lonely, I can fix that..."

Good Omens: 2049

[quick-catton]

as another award show approaches i am reminded of the first look and i'm definitely feeling so normal at the thought of 2nd/3rd year oxford students oliver and felix in these outfits at a club with nice black pants, perhaps some tasteful doc martens or dress shoes

also super levelheaded at the thought of their hands on each other's slutty waists under the pretense of friendly closeness, getting progressively more touchy as the night goes on, feeling the warmth of each other's skin through the thin material of their shirts and getting all worked up

nearly grinding against each other on the dance floor in front of all their friends and playing chicken to see who pulls away first when their lips come a little too close to brushing against each other's

definitely ending up in the backseat of felix's car with the windows fogged up, oliver straddling his hips while they desperately make out, jerking them both off in one hand while felix tries not to have a meltdown over the size difference