#i love plotting in posts hehe

[luv-again]

chewing on the idea of having a shadow prologue & epilogue just to cram in some more details that could fix/change shth05's paths' coherency

[lorelune]

(aventurine x reader /// continuation of this concept)

"explain to me," the good doctor demands, "why do you need my help?"

"because." you fumble around your words. your lips feel cold. herta's space station, especially this deep in its bowels, is an unpleasant place to have any conversation, let alone one that is also unpleasant. "i don't have time."

"and you assume i do?"

"partially?" you rub a hand over your cheek. "throw me a bone here, doctor."

ratio has been sizing you up for the better part of half an hour, scrutinizing your intent in any way he can. you have been skillfully attempting to dodge most of those attempts, but veritas ratio is as diligent a man as he is intelligent. which is to say that he is not letting up until you divulge the truth.

you sigh.

"you will explain to me," he says outright, gaze piercing. "how one of the intelligentsia guild's most esteemed researchers needs help with an algorithm that is far below both of our skill levels. it's insulting to both myself, and yourself."

you sigh again, deeper and harder, "i, once again, do not have time. i have the 'full time job' of handling aventurine's odds, and those calculations don't run like any other odds i've ever worked with, and he is a variable constantly in motion. i need help making this algorithm so i can have some assistance with my main job at hand."

the doctor scoffs, and walks a circle around you, "i'm sure he's just thrilled with the company."

"we— he manages."

more than. but, veritas doesn't need to know that. you're sure he'll figure it out eventually.

veritas tagged the briefcase on a nearby table. it's gleaming, with a discreet ipc logo embossed on the side. the sight of it makes you nauseous with anxiety.

"is this bribe from him?" he asks.

"no." you've stopped aventurine anytime he has tried to intervene and make things easier for you. he rarely listens, but your relationship with ratio and the guild make him somewhat neutral territory. "higher up."

"i assume diamond wouldn't bother to dirty her hands. so, jade?"

"yes."

dr. ratio, for the first time, seriously considers your offer. then scowls. "it would be a waste of my time."

you sigh. there was a 67.22% chance of this outcome. luckily, you have gamed out the conversation from here.

"so you can't?"

"you know i can."

then, you laugh, and shake your head. "yes, i do. sorry to tease. i'm quite tired."

"you should go find your gambler." veritas crosses his arms, looking sidelong at the briefcase.

"i will, eventually." you turn your back to veritas as you begin to leave the open atrium. the air is hollow and frigid. "i'll just ask some other intelligentsia guild members about the project first. i'm sure they'd be happy to help."

you only take a few steps before dr. ratio grabs your arm. his grip is far too strong.

(chance of failure to secure dr. veritas ratio's assistance: decreased by 31%.)

"don't bother them."

"someone needs to help." you turn back to look at him, expression schooled. "and if you won't, i'm very sure someone else will be happy to work beside 'one of the intelligentsia guild's most esteemed researchers'. or, does such a title not truly apply considering i've been ousted from my previous position?"

he frowns, but before he can speak, you interrupt him. you haven't seen veritas since being tied down to your current post. you haven't let him have it. he deserves it, maybe.

"i heard from jade that i received a glowing recommendation from another well-respected scholar. apparently, the position was being considered for either one of us. somehow, with that recommendation, i drew the short end of the stick and now play handler for a man with a death wish and a statistically measurable chaos quotient that's ever-changing in multiples of three."

veritas's face is unmoving. unchanging. but you know you've struck something. it was to be him or you in this position. and you don't have the pride he does. you place your hand over top of his, posed to speak, to tear him apart—

a shrill ringtone shatters the tension. it's yours. you already know who it is.

you flip your phone open with one hand, still staring at ratio.

"hello," aventurine's voice beckons from the other side, smug and smooth. "where is my favorite, most brilliant mind hiding out? we're due to leave soon."

"sadly, with another one of your favorite, brilliant minds. i'll be finished up shortly and meet you at the docks."

"aw, did he not get onboard? that's quite the choice for him to be making. do you want me to give him a talking to you?"

"no, it's fine. i'm working something out."

"you sound upset."

"i'm tired." you rub at your eyes and break away from veritas with a yawn.

"you can nap on the ship. we have quite the journey."

"that we do. i'll see you in a bit?"

"see you there." you can hear the smirk in his voice.

sending you down to veritas alone was aventurine's gamble. one that is working out, predictably. never mind the damage your reputation will take after these next moments. you close the phone with a sigh and begin toward the grand elevator.

"veritas," you call his name. "i forgive you, for what it's worth. try not to do it again."

"i couldn't."

you laugh and shake your head as you ascend. by the time you arrive at the docks, the ipc's premier vessel is packed away and priming its engines. lights and sirens echo from it. aventurine's idles outside, waiting for you. he beams when he sees you.

"so," he whistles, guiding you with a hand on your lower back. you let him. "was the good doctor as prickly as ever?”

"if not more so" you admit. aventurine gestures with a sweeping hand to your shared quarters for the time being. there's a single bed, but you're used to this. you've come not to mind it. "i think i bruised his ego."

with a genuine laugh, “i don’t think that's possible."

"want to bet on that?" you ask.

your phone's text tone chimes and you shoot aventurine a sharp smile.

aventurine's odds are ridiculous. ever changing, constantly moving. none of your perceptions and calculations that are usually steadfast and unmoving can keep up with him. not with efficiency, anyways. it's exhausting work. however, the likelihoods of everything but aventurine? the predictions of a man like ratio?

easy. simple. you could do them in your sleep.

aventurine squishes against your side as you open your newest message.

[SENDER: Doctor Ratio <intelligentsia guild>]

> here is a first draft. forgo payment. i do not need to be in the stonehearts’ pocket.

[file attached: STONE ALGORITHM DRAFT 1.0.spqxxxiun.pqo]

aventurine laughs, muffling it against the side of your neck. his teeth are sharp and his breath is warm. it settles something in you. you lean into him and deflate, sliding down into your lap so your head is pillows there. a gloved hand cards through your hair.

"you're quite good at the game, when you choose to play." aventurine reminds you. he tells you this often.

"i know." you turn your face into his hand as the ship rumbles. "but it's your job."

aventurine pauses his pets, then thumbs over your lips. he looks sour, only for a moment, before resuming his motions, a bit rougher this time. you relish the feel of it, sinking into it.

"one of us has to, right?"

"right."

"and the other," he taps your lips. your sputter, indignant. "plays support."

"one of us has to." you remind him.

it's silent between the two of you as the ship whirs and bellows, taking off from herta's space station without reverie. onto your next destination, wherever aventurine is deigned to be needed, with you by his side, dutifully.

you press your face into his stomach, letting the smell of linen and his cologne envelope you.

neither of you have a choice to play this game. the cards are stacked, and you best not loose count from aventurine's side. you'll be damned if you do.

(there is a 98.769% chance that you are damned regardless.)

at least, at least, you have each other, you think as aventurine bundles you up closer, and you wrap yourself around him. you'll take that, for as long as it lasts.

[kuromi-hoemie]

being like 5’2” - 5’4” is so attractive to me like omg ur head fits right under my chin and right in my tits ♡⁠ let me hold you. i love being a tall girl

[cuepickle]

this is a really silly art suggestion BUT the way you draw characters makes my soul and my eyes so happy that i decided to put it out there anyway lol. my favourite character is Angela and i rarely see any fanart of her — your style is so fitting for her soft features and it would be so cool to add to my small fanart collection skfjdkd

i realise i sound like a troll and i totally get if you don’t want to because im probably the only person who would wanna see it, but i swear im being serious

stranger things writers ate with Angela’s character design, actually

I hope this makes your soul happy today 💗

[tetzoro]

goooood morning & happy tuesday friendz !! i hope you all have a wonderful day ! remember to drink lots of water, get yourself a lil treat & unclench your jaws ! ^_^

[liamrrys]

vfv!ballet&theatre au headcanons !! pt. 1 — Conservatoire Dramatique du Château de Versailles. (CDCV)

the cdcv is a prestigious dramatic arts program that specialises in theatre and ballet — the first and only one of its kind. the training is rigorous and state of the art. the program is competitive. many students specialise into either the theatre or ballet, but there are a select few who are accepted into both programs.

louis dieudonné is one of cdcv's stars. he's a principal performer in both the theatre and ballet streams. his scene partner is a coveted role— one mostly held by maria–theresa.

maria–theresa is another one of cdcv's principal artists who are enrolled in both programs. when paired together, the two are a force to be reckoned with. technically perfect — a well oiled machine, though through the trained eye, their on-stage connection leaves something to be desired.

an exchange student from spain, maria–theresa is not too familiar with french, and typically doesn't have many friends in the program.

renèe manon de noailles is a wildcard. having received formal ballet training as a young girl in russia, renèe was on a path to success. this path was short-lived, when financial ruins had hit her family – her tuition being redirected to pay for her mother's health.

despite this and having moved back to france, renèe continued to dance and train as much as she could. her family had managed enough funds to send her to a small ballet studio where she would attend classes after school.

alexandre bontemps was a promising cdcv alumni— up until a great injury that left him unable to dance at the professional level. a devastating blow to his career, he now spends his time working as one of cdcv's creative directors and coaches. he's got a sharp eye for talent.

philippe dieudonné is the younger brother of louis. philippe is two years his junior and tries to stray away from him — always being caught in the shadows of his spotlight. he is strictly part of the ballet program. he's one of the principal artist, but not as decorated as louis.

where his brother almost perfectly technical, and more powerful in his movements, there is an effortless beauty and grace in philippe's movement. his artistry is refined — something that cannot be taught and is a sight to behold. an actor in his own right.

philippe had been trained in acting before his acceptance into the academy, the same as louis, but found that he had a penchant (which he keeps hidden) for writing and screenplay.

[crookedghosts]

method acting [a little bit of truth (goes a pretty long way)]

Ch 3/ 5 || 16k words total || Jason Grace/Leo Valdez || Modern AU - Wedding + Fake Dating || AO3

The Bachelor Party Chapter! I'll take that with a side of Valgrace pining and Filipino!Percy karaoke, please.

...

“Maybe that’s your problem. You’re both too worried about it meaning something. What if you just let it?”

...

“Oh god, if I tried to sing, it’d probably cause an avalanche,” Jason stated, and Percy grinned over at him.

“You're really gonna let me duet your boy alone, Grace?” Percy teased, but Jason remained unmoved at the edge of the stage, Leo smirking at him.

“This goes out to you, baby,” Leo sing-songed, and the opening electric piano notes rang out over the speakers, punctuated by a drum beat and a familiar swinging of Leo's hips.

…

“Also, seriously, what kind of shitty fake boyfriend would I be if I only cared about your birthday when other people are watching? It’s your day.”

...

Summer sun, something's begun

But uh, oh those summer nights

[tteokdoroki]

📎☆🤍☁️ – southern!kiribaku needs your help !!

hi guys!! i have a few questions about my southern!kiribaku fic so i made this little form for it — it’s got some info about a taglist and a little poll to see how you would prefer me upload it once it’s finished and ready for posting !! I’ll be so grateful if you could fill it out if you’re interested in giving it a read !! i love you so much

reblogs are appreciated!!

[heffrondriving]

soooo. that new big time rush album huh

[angel-bubbles]

ok a while ago you and I think angelnoodlesoup were theorizing about angel and michael (which is a fave past time of mine) and how that relationship impacted angel and how they act in their early relationship with David (also I adore your snippet of the angel michael relationship).

so anyway I was relistening to the jealous boyfriend audio and thinking... hmm. Michael couldn't take care of their cat when it was super sick. now let's say for the sake of theory that he DOES have the time and money to care for the cat (because to be fair that can be very expensive and time consuming). So this means he simply does not want to deal with the cat when it's sick, even though we can assume he does care about the cat.

How would this attitude of only giving time and care when something is at its best transfer to a relationship? (Lots of headcanoning and speculation, there's only a little to point to in the audios. this is where I start sounding crazy but I'm sure you'll pick up what I put down)

Angel being hesitant to accept being taken care of or being seen when feeling low. Feeling the need to fix everything themself so it doesn't get to a point where their partner might decide angel isn't worth the hassle. Very independent and not always open to asking for help or doing things they feel might burden their partner (ie not telling David about the cat being sick). etc etc

(And just saying, David would definitely take care of that Cat and love it no matter the state or situation. the cat, of course, being angel (but also the real cat probably). David's love of and insistence in taking care of his partner is one of his most endearing traits)

ok sorry for the long ask, I needed to get this out of my head and I don't have a redacted blog lmao. Michael theorizing is so fun

ANONNNN jsakldfjksl this was such a gift to find in my inbox pls feel free to theorize about michael with me any time you need (i want to hear all the thoughts, even if it may sound crazy at least we can sound crazy <3 together <3)

first and foremost that fic about comparing the two of their relationships is such a doozy and i want to do it justice hence why its been foreverrr since i posted any updates. michael lore that is purely based on tinfoil hat thoughts must be done with justice >:3 but i promise you it will be more than just a lil snip Eventually

that being said, there may or may not be a scene that exists in it that is essentially exactly what you're talking about here ajsdfkl. in my michael lore i think that whole cat situation is like... a crucial peek into how he handled their relationship. the lack of wanting to try and resolve problems so he just.... gets rid of them (cough cough)

add that with the little reminders in david's monologues since day one that he wants to be there for them is such a tell tale sign to me. having to reassure them that he will be there for them and that he wants to be able to be there for them. even if it's just when they have trouble falling asleep. i mean even in his peak grumpy stage, he still took time to reassure them that he cared and that they were his partner, which meant that he wanted to help. that their problems weren't a burden to him, that he valued them which means he VALUES helping them (god i love that man)

idk i could go on and on and on about michael lore and the little mannerisms we see in angel and i know the michael lore simply isn't real but in my soul i think their relationship with michael taught them that their problems didn't matter and their relationship with david is still working at undoing that damage (present tense. that shit is hard to work through and david's grace with it means the world to me)

[aeons-domain]

Now I'm curious about something 🤔 Reblog this and put in the tags or comments what ideas or concepts did you scrap for your OC's lore/backstory.

I know an OC's background isn't always going to be consistent or concrete and that's fine! But do you ever have ideas that you either A) didn't have time to work on, B) found too complex to incorporate into their lore, or C) feel like it just didn't fit in based on the standards of whatever universe (canon or original) your OC is in? Or perhaps a secret fourth option, I dunno!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi ari!! how are youuu, i hope you’ve been well!!! sending you smooches😘😘

knight!sugu… have you read berserk ari??? he reminds me so much of griffith — i wouldn’t say character-wise but more like his vibes and the tragedy of their story. knight!suguru is etheral, like an angle fallen from heaven, so serene and untouchable that even the blemishes of blood on his skin look like a great detail and not a reminder of a gruesome battle he just left, ready to sacrifice everything just for you…

aight i’m gonna go or else the spiral of knight!sugu will consume me… love ya!! — gem🍓

GEMMMM MY BELOVED hello!!!!!!! :D i am sending u the loveliest fuzziest vibes i hope you’re doing so so well <333 SENDING U ALL THE SMOOCHES BACK mwah mwah :33

i’m doing well hehe, gonna spend allllll day trying to finish the knight!sugu fic before sugu’s bday ends in my time zone !!!! i’m super excited to post it !!! and AAAA the way u describe him��.. gem….. u Get it……. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 the overwhelming devotion !!!! the beauty in violence !!!!!!!! i’m literally ill abt him he makes me spiral daily…… I HAVEN’T READ BERSERK YET SADLY but this made me want to so bad 😭😭😭 i’ve heard nothing but good things but i’ve yet to really learn what it’s about pshjdjs

[leaphia]

I just wrote around 1k words for which could be the ending of a possible book 1 of project: thaumaturgy. (I haven't written a single sentence for it since... months) and I'm feeling very emotional right now

[homoeroticvillain]

if i like a game enough i always end up complaining about how bad it is

[soft-spooks]

sun n moon song :

[maaxverstappen]

chapter 4 is up on ao3 :)

Max lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and wipes his clammy hands on his shorts. He grins from ear to ear and watches Charles do the same. He doesn't remember the last time he had fun like that. It feels freeing and a little overwhelming. Emilian97: well Max watches Charles roll his eyes at the message. “Yeah, yeah. You won. Whatever.” Max laughs at Charles who crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. He leans over to type. Emilian97: i did tell you! Emilian97: you did well though :) 

help me hold onto you | T | 3/12

f1driver!max and streamer!charles

The man– Charles, Max assumes– sounds French. He loves that. He should be used to a French accent, he was forced to converse with Pierre often enough, but it sounds different coming from Charles. More melodic. Almost similar to someone he used to know once. “And that made me think,” Charles says, voice bellowing from Max’s speakers. “That it was stupid that we didn't have carrots before. Like, come on, it's a farming game.” Max has no fucking idea what the hell he is on about.

or: Max is lonely and finds Charles streaming on Twitch.

based on this prompt sent to @f1prompts