#i swear Im not doing this on purpose

[thewildnopeboat]

My players: I would like a campagin without the gods appearing every three minutes

Me: I'm already writing the next one without gods, what more do you want?

My players: Not to go a session seeing a god!

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[cthulhum]

does anyone realize how crazy it is to have the actor of a mostly headcanoned queer ship say the fans were never crazy and they were right all along after 10+ years of everyone just absolutely going nuts over the said queerbaited ship

[7amonathursdayinoctober]

Every day I go insaine that "poolverine" was said in the first deadpool movie and now we're here

Did they know????

[crow-withaphone]

He can have a body, as a treat :3

[sforzesco]

ladies of the conspiracy

porcia and tertulla! I have some thoughts about their appearances in the scraps of the historical conspiracy that are visible (since it's like. the nature of conspiracy, even one as widely known and studied as the one leading up to the assassination of caesar, means that there's a gap in visibility with the details etc) that I'll have to try and pin down later, but for now, I think we should give them a dagger too

Brutus, the Noble Conspirator, Kathryn Tempest

Junia too, the niece of Cato, wife of Caius Cassius and sister of Marcus Brutus, died this year, the sixty-fourth after the battle of Philippi. Her will was the theme of much popular criticism, for, with her vast wealth, after having honourably mentioned almost every nobleman by name, she passed over the emperor. Tiberius took the omission graciously and did not forbid a panegyric before the Rostra with the other customary funeral honours. The busts of twenty most illustrious families were borne in the procession, with the names of Manlius, Quinctius, and others of equal rank. But Cassius and Brutus outshone them all, from the very fact that their likenesses were not to be seen.

Tacitus, Annals III.76

[hall0wedwyrm]

THIS ISNT OKAY

AND THE

IM SOBBING THEY CANT DO THIS

Shadow is so pretty they can't do that either

bonus caps of the boys™️

I missed them so much I'm so glad to have them back

STOBOTNIK NATION WE RIDE AT DAWN

but also fuck the reveal at the end. you have to sell me on it so well or I'm causing a riot.

[violet27writes]

Whumptober Day 9: Panic Room - Warriors

Part 1 (Legend), Part 2 (Twilight), Part 3 (here) of (10), Ao3 link

- Warriors-

Screaming. All Warriors could hear were the screams. They just didn’t stop.

Sometimes he could almost make out who it was, or would be left to try and guess the owner of the sound. Sometimes he could almost make out their words. But he wouldn’t have to try and guess their emotions.

Most of them screamed in fear or agony, blood-curdling and spine chilling. Some with grief, a sadness that seemed to upturn his soul. And some even still were full of pure rage, blind and reckless. The latter of the voices didn’t last long.

The past few hours had been nothing short of torture for him.

---

A portal had opened beneath him on the battlefield, leaving Warriors unable to do anything besides fall straight into it. It brought him into a camp full of turncoat soldiers that wasted no time seizing him and locking him in their dungeon. His pride had sung for a moment as he was able to fell a handful of them before getting overwhelmed, but that had instantly plummeted as they cuffed him to the wall.

Everything but his undertunic and trousers had been taken, leaving him defenseless. His toes barely brushed the stone ground, leaving him with a touch of humility. 

The pace of how fast he had gone from battlefield to dungeon was astonishing; from a Captain to a prisoner. While there was nothing he could’ve done otherwise, he couldn’t help but berate himself for getting caught. Now, he could only hope that the others hadn’t fallen into a similar mess. Well, that, and figure out how to get himself out of this mess.

The chains tugged on his wrists, pushing on and cutting into his skin. He could feel several places on his body that were sure to leave at least a bruise. Too deep of a breath made his left ribs light up in pain. The turn coats hadn’t shied away from their beatings. Warriors sighed, setting his head back against the wall.

That was, perhaps, the calm before the storm. The quiet before the screams.

---

Now, the Captain's head hung low, eyes closed as he tried his best to block out the sound. Useless. Worthless. Failure. 

This was his timeline. He was their hero. Yet here he was, caught and tied up, framed on the wall to be kept out of the way. Listening to these people suffer. To his people crying out.

He was so zoned in on not listening, he didn’t hear the heavy armored steps walking up to his cell until the door slammed open against the stones. The voices hadn't stopped, but they had become more scarce, for good or bad. No longer a macabre choir, but dreadful solos that he couldn’t anticipate. Because of that, he could hear the emotions stronger than before and wished for a long moment that he could lose his sense of hearing, just to put a stop to this.

However, once he saw the face of the person opening his cell, that wish changed in an instant.

The room felt like it had gone several degrees colder. The air felt thicker. The haze of his mind cleared in a moment, no longer allowing himself to be only partly present. She stood tall. Confident. Sure. There was no mask to mar her features, easily allowing Warriors to meet her eyes and feel like his gaze had frozen. It was nothing but fear and panic that kept them locked.

Cia laughed.

She stepped into the cell and right up to him, never averting her gaze from him. Then she smiled, perfect teeth to go along with the feeling she gave that said she was the one in charge. After all, that feeling was all she knew.

A dark hand reached towards him, causing Warriors to straighten up and flatten against the wall. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the same time a tremble bled into his hands. It was a good thing they were stuck on the wall, lest they’d have shaken. 

Her long nails stopped only a hair’s breadth away from his chest, pausing before she lowered her hand, staring especially hard where he knew he’d taken a good hit on the chin earlier. In the corner of his eye he could see a deep bruise, a deep purple that starkly contrasted his skin.

“Link,”

She said in a way that couldn’t have even been described as sickeningly sweet. It was like a predator whispering sweet nothings to its prey before it struck. Like the promises of a man about to kill for his version of justice.

Warriors turned his face away.

“Now this won’t do, won’t it?

[sunlit-mess]

What course did you take?

Bachelor of Multimedia Arts except I'm an academic failure: more about this course

[pink-wysteria]

wHY can I apparently consistently draw a super pretty gill but the moment I try to draw chip I suddenly have the artistic skill of a two year old

[ryuseitai]

its come to my attention that i cant get my nose ring. out of my nose.

[neige-leblanche]

guys i am licking all of you. affectionately in a social bonding way

[loonylooly]

i did Gwyn yesterday SO HERE'S MOR

She sucks and i kind of forgive her for it..like look at her

[jrueships]

Is there a reason why sauce refuses to follow more than 99 accounts on instagram ? He’s such a control freak lmfao

LOL yea ive always noticed that like wtf 😭 okay 😭

he only follows 99 people on Twitter too, and i think i remember seeing him post on his twit like during the beginning of his first season in the NFL abt who he should follow to reach 99 bcs I think he had 98 at that time? And he wanted 99?

And on his insta i think (less sure on this) he posted a story that said like 'ok... who to make my 100th following 😻' but i think he only wanted it to be a stupid idk a 'fellow famous internet influencer' like he is , so famous, so self-loving, so empath .

so like. he either didn't follow anyone or he quickly unfollowed to remain at 99

he is... so strange. Such an odd critter. but my guess is he's keeping 99 as his ideal number rn and will unfollow whatever normie/less famous person he needs to in order to keep his precious 99 when he has to follow a more famous person,

or he's just holding out for a special someone to make his 100th follower ( and then later unfollow someone else he doesn't care abt rn to keep his number 99) bcs he WANTS to make ppl feel special, but also. He is weird. And he likes the number 99. And he's weird. And im going to give him a wedgie

[oarfishing]

yeah yeah fear and arousal is great but what about disgust and arousal. the feeling of familiarity and something completely foreign. revolting and intimate, monstrous and sweet, violating and loving, like a fever-induced nightmare where somehow the breathing down your neck does more than just make you sweat. hatred and attraction. it's foul and it's disgusting to feel something so uncanny and alien touch you in this way but you can't help but react to the exoticism of it, a union between some dead-eyed, shifting, pulsing thing and a tormented beauty unable to resist. is that your voice? in your head? are you even human? were you ever?

[aleximustdr4w]

The hero we don't need, but that we deserve (maybe)