#i really really really hope it smacks

[uhohdad]

11k of smut?? Omg dad you’re spoiling us 😩😩 I can’t wait to read it ahhhh

Anyway just want to let you know that your writing scratches my brain perfectly and I can’t imagine new chapter of your hg au will do to me…

oh im feeling downright devious. rubbing my little peets together like a scheming little fly euheuhoho <3 🪰🪰🪰 <3

I’m gonna put my whole pussy into tying THE VICTOR II up and getting it to y’all hot and steamy by the end of this weekend euheuheoho

[peacockrulz]

its my birthday i get to decide what ship i post (spoiler alert its VHAD)

(bonus under cut)

its 4am so heres them eeping :3

[roguecanoe]

Oscar coming in CLUTCH in this most recent episode!!

[balladetto]

     He doesn't realise how long it's been since he's seen his reflection in full until it happens.

     Link catches glimpses, sometimes. Has been catching more of them the less hard it becomes to connect a thought to an act: in the cups of tea he's beginning to hold again, along the polished edges of Granny Thera's plates when she guides his fingers around spoon handles, outlined by the fixed shadow he casts when Verley sits the both of them down by the hearth. On the days where Link's head doesn't feel so much like a sheet of glass all fogged up, he can see these flashes of what must be him in everyone's eyes, too. It's an image he's been trying to piece together longer than anyone knows.

     Peering back at him from the sun-washed waters of the village pond, marred by endless ripples, it's an image he finds he can't recognise.

     This should bother him, some faded, isolated part of him thinks. Then the idea twists into something that feels easier to touch: should this bother him? Link traces the blank face coloured paler than he thinks he's ever remembered it, observes the dull flatness of the overgrown hair. There are hollows in the water where those eyes have sunken in. Those narrow shoulders are hunched lower than he feels they are. Beside this mess of pieces stands Granny Thera's reflection, gently holding its hand.

     Something within his chest aches, suddenly; sharp, and cold, and distantly familiar.

     It knocks him back into her side with a choked gasp, fingers squeezing tight and eyes snapping shut. The shape lingers on his eyelids, warping at the seams, and he compulsively pushes a palm against them in an attempt to chase it away. A whimper rolls in his throat because it hurts, and it keeps hurting even when Granny Thera tugs that hand off to pull him into a hug.

     "Oh, dearie," she frets. "Dearie, what's the matter?"

     Link shakes his head against her collarbone and grabs fistfuls of her shawl. Nothing. Everything. I don't know. I don't know who that is. The awful feeling beneath his sternum builds and builds and builds: the words sit somewhere he can't reach them, somewhere he can't reach any of them, the way memories of the experienced Before have been slipping through his grasp. I don't know who that is. I don't know who that is.

     Suspended as he is, he doesn't register moving. Isn't aware of stumbling along Granny Thera's shuffling steps as she leads him back the way they came. He is following a thread his body can't remember how to put down, afloat in that crushing current — then the quiet of his home, thick and stagnant, cuts through the echo of the pond's purling. The sun leaves. The smell of something staler than everything beyond these walls returns. Link swallows, and feels the work that takes.

     The thread snaps.

     Here, where he can only see himself mirrored in half-fractions, the calm is muffling. Thoughts of things lost, of things taken, of things he can't comprehend — the overwhelming too much of it all wanes against the soft comfort of apathy that blankets him once more.

     "We'll try again next time," Granny Thera murmurs as she runs a tender hand through his hair, patting a rhythm that he breathes to on his back. She carefully sits them on his bed.

     Link leans his head on her shoulder. He closes his eyes.

     He wants, with all that is still able to want, to apologise.

[nathanialhowe]

the rook bgs all boiling down to basically "you did a noble thing and made rich people Mad" is making me think faction won't really matter sigh

[the-physicality]

what i need is a link to admin at the mercury and admin at the wnba. set me up a special account so i can see all the old videos from the old website. and get me a computer with all 19000+ minutes of dt games and a strong video editor. really i'd like all the old footage too.

[royalreef]

@paleobird inquired: Ava is probably just too small to pick up someone as massive as Miranda, but she can at least lift her tail up! She definitely has the strength for it.

Well, there are probably worse places to start than Miranda's tail.

It's not the kind of shape that's easy to pick up — tall but flat, the only good place to hold onto it starts at the bottom and top, and while it's easy enough to wrap the hand around the plane of it, it also has no other features or divots for a long while to provide grip. The weight of it, all muscle and scale and dense bone, would have to sit against the meat of the palm or dig into the joints of the finger, but it's also all pushing down on only that part of the hand. This makes it harder to deal with than if all of that weight was spread out, each part of the hand able to take a portion, instead of all bracing down against the nerves of the palm and pinching them without anywhere else to distribute said weight besides the edge.

A choice, likewise, has to be made in how to hold it. Both hands on the underside means that the top portion is likely to block the view, and that makes it easier to tip over, out of the hands and out of the precarious grip anyone would be forced to have upon it. One hand on the underside and the top makes it easier, if more awkward, and with less of a risk of obstructing the view, but that makes it easier to slip out the other way, and that also directly presses the keel of Miranda's tail against the chest.

The keel, which juts out too far up to be reached by the hand, but at too shallow of an angle to hold onto at all without the hand slipping, and has a pointed ridge along the furthest side of it. The point of it was to make it easier to move the tail from side to side, providing a point so that the paddle itself isn't too energy-costly to move, like the ridge on the side of shark's tails. Which was a fine thing underwater, but it works just as well on flesh as it does the sea, and there's no good way to hold it without the keel jabbing awkwardly into the body, like the end of the tail too.

None of this is sized very well to be held, really. Miranda's tail alone would be the height of someone else's distance to their hips from the ground, and it's just enough to make it impossible to swing an arm around without losing grip regardless. A larger size means more weight too, and without any organs to take up space, all there is is the denser, heavier materials of Miranda's body, all tucked up into one.

Her spine isn't helping either. Miranda's tail is a significant portion of the length of her body, and it's deceptively rigid for what it is, making bending or curving or working with it harder than it looks. It can also only bend to the sides, and with Miranda laying there, looking up at Ava with an expression that, at kindest, would be described as "pitying," it's a bit like picking up a metal door attached long-ways to a boulder.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Miranda asks, one hand crooked under her chin as she just stares at Ava, watching with half-lidded eyes. There's nothing more to say, really.

[runsonlovepower]

that does anyone want to drown in a lake intertwined by the antlers it has to be weird post reminded me I made these like a year ago in case anyone still thought I was normal about ven vani and sora much less ven and vani by themselves

[mistress-light]

Me legit today when my bloody step-grandmother insulted me once again passively in front of my brother and sister-in-law.

[solcarow]

orv adaption announcements …………..

[leslieseveride]

actual visual representation of me decaying in bed all day due to those bts pics of lucy in the hospital.

[byanyan]

the amount I've been hoarding away some of the memes I've seen on the dash over the last week or so is so not okay for someone with as many drafts as me ashfjdh

[iero]

‘Fans’ of Fall Out Boy who are so proud to diss the band after Folie/post hiatus FOB and their sound and have to make it known to every FOB fan, are you done?

[sasquach-scratches]

Every time I think the Creation Club stuff feels way too fanservice-y I remember it was intended to be an ~official~ alternative to popular mods and just

I'm waiting to see what new trainwreck comes along in the future under Microsoft

[whoslaurapalmer]

THEY DID IT, NEOPETS ACTUALLY DID IT OH MY GOD

[edwardpinestar]

Who gets more worshippers: Your SoLM Life or City of Immortals Life/Twyla?

I don't really know?? SoLM Life isn't planned to play much of a part in my works, so I haven't thought about her too much.