#i think this one is pretty hot guys

[toporecall]

If I’m A Pagan Of The Good Times (Darlington x Alex)

I’m 5 chapters into writing this fic and having WAY too much fun with it. Posting the first 2 chapters here and the rest is on ao3 (here!) with more to come! (Warning: smut!)

Summary: It's been a few weeks since the end of Hell Bent and the rescue of Darlington. The gang has struck an exhausting balance between dealing with the escaped demons and performing their regular Lethe duties. It's Halloween night now and time for Alex and Darlington to babysit Manuscript's annual party once again. This year, Darlington has to strike a deal with Lan Caihe - but what does he have to give in return. 

Status: In Progress (being updated daily, sometimes more than once a day because I can’t stop writing lol)

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Chapter 1

Alex could feel tension rolling off of Darlington in waves as they approached the Manuscript house. She knew well by now that he trusted this house far less than the others - and a year ago she had seen first hand why. That Halloween night last year had taken on more significance to her as time had passed. 

At the time, it had been fairly easy to shake off the way you would a friend trying to kiss you when they got too drunk at a party. Harmless, meaningless. But a year later, after they’d been though so much - Alex sometimes couldn’t tear her mind away from the image of Darlington on his knees before her, hands on her thighs with her skirt pushed up in front of a roomful of people. 

I will serve you 'til the end of days.

It had been echoing in her head for weeks since they brought Darlington back from hell. They hadn’t talked about it at all since he had told her - that he was bound to her, to serve her. She had barely let herself think about it, which was surprisingly easy considering they’d been chasing escaped demons around New Haven while also having to perform their regular Lethe duties and pretend like nothing was wrong.

Tonight was one of those nights: their observation of the annual Manuscript Halloween party - the party that would power their rituals for an entire year to come. And Alex was a little nervous after what had happened to Darlington here last year but she figured they wouldn’t try that shit twice.

Darlington though - he didn’t seem as sure. They were just a few blocks from the party, walking in silence in their costumes. Alex dressed as Queen Mab again and Darlington had apparently developed a sense of humor upon his return from hell because he wore black jeans, black boots, a black sweater, and some cheap red horns on his head. A modern devil.

“Ok, what’s up? You’re even more sullen than normal tonight,” she finally asked him.

He sighed and knocked his devil horns askew while trying to run his fingers through his hair. He readjusted them on their plastic headband before speaking. “There’s something I didn’t tell you about tonight.”

Alex’s stomach dropped instantly but she did her best to play nonchalant. “Come on this should be the easy one - we get in, we observe, we get out. Easy, right?” Her voice may have betrayed her a bit on that last word, rising just a little too high in her register.

Darlington stopped walking and turned to face her. She met his eyes, their regular brown right now as opposed to their demonic golden she sometimes got to see. Eye contact with him had been difficult recently - she’d been becoming increasingly…distracted by him and it was getting difficult to pretend even to herself that she didn’t want more from Darlington than his excellent mentorship.

“Do you remember Lan Caihe from the party last year?” he asked.

“Yeah, the goddess leader of the group, right? Some Chinese myth, 8 forms or something like that?”

He smiled just the smallest bit, “Yeah, I mean essentially yes. Anyway, remember what I told you about her? Lan Caihe is not deceived by glamor - she sees all things.”

“Right…” she was trying to follow but wasn’t keeping up with this.

“Lan Caihe will know I’m a demon now. She’ll see right through to it. And through to you, Wheelwalker.” 

A tiny thrill went through Alex at the name but she pushed it off. “What do we do about that?”

“Well…” he hesitated, looking away from her. It was then that Alex started to actually worry - oh this was bad. “I made a deal with Lan Caihe…so that she wouldn’t reveal to anyone the whole ya know ‘went to hell and now I’m a demon thing.’ I said I would partake in whatever…refreshments were served.”

Alex’s stomach went cold, “You can’t do that. Last year-“

“We can’t let anyone find out about what we did,” he cut her off before she could elaborate. “It’d be the end of Lethe, the end of us at Yale. It’s the only way. It’s done. I’ve come clean to Lan Caihe and now I have to finish the deal.” He tried to seem a little more lighthearted about it, “Maybe they’ll go easy on me. A little hallucinogenic or something.”

They both knew Manuscript wouldn’t go easy on him. Not after the trouble he gave them last year after the party, and the position he was in now. For the members of Manuscript, this party was about restoring their magic stores but also about entertainment. 

Alex didn’t know what to say.

“Come on,” Darlington started walking toward the party again. Alex followed a step behind, her heart beating in her chest. She thought again of Darlington on his knees before her, but also at his shame the next day when the Merity had worn off. He’d been through so much already this past year, she couldn’t let him do this to himself.

Alex kept her mouth shut, but she knew exactly what she had to do.

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Chapter 2

Upon arrival, the party looked much the same as it had last year. Drunken students in various states of dress danced and drank and let themselves revel in the freedom of a holiday all about disguise and deception.

Darlington nodded to Kate at the door and, as he did last year, adamantly declined the hand stamp she offered. He took Alex’s hand and pulled her through the front door - unwilling to let her out of his site for a moment.

His nerves were shot tonight - he was on edge and feeling protective. That probably would have been the case anyway after what happened last year, but now with his demon half and his um…commitment to Alex, he was on high alert. He pushed Alex ahead of him but kept a hold on her hand, doing his best to ignore the line where her black dress ended and her white thighs began.

They took a look around the first floor, not seeing anything suspicious, and made their way to the door that would take them below to the heart of Manuscript. His chest started to feel tight as they neared the door. Darlington, for once, had no idea what to expect. What they would have him take. He almost wished he didn’t have to bring Alex with him tonight so he could avoid a repeat of last year. Furthermore, the Merity they gave him last year had brought him to his knees, literally, as a human. He was more than human now, more dangerous, and was worried about his loss of control. His only consolation was the thought of Alex with her leash of blue hellfire around his neck - she’d controlled him before and he hoped she could do it again if the need arose.

He shook off thoughts of Alex with her leash and him on his knees - the party atmosphere must have been getting to him.

They began the descent and now that they were out of the crowd, Darlington let go of her hand. They past other floors as they did last year - something like the French Riviera, another a dark wet city street with a churning raging party, the obligatory orgy scene (“Excess,” Stern had called it last year) in a similar dimly lit but decadent cathedral as last year. One more floor down, and they had arrived.

This year’s gathering was a little more involved than he remembered from last Halloween. The room was made to look like the banquet hall of a castle, a long dark table filled with decadent food and drink stretching through the center of the room, leading up to the same two-story tall mirror from last year. Banners hung from the ceiling, elaborate tapestries hung along the stone walls. The whole room was lit by a candlelight chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling, casting deep shadows in the farthest corners. A quartet played music from one of the corners.

There were more people this year as well, dressed mostly in fine clothes, most of them wearing masks as well. Darlington always thought the masks gave this gathering a sinister air - people tend to be less trustworthy when they think you don’t know who they are.

The attendees were already drinking and deep in their merriment, though a few looked up as Alex and Darlington walked in. As usual, some scantily dressed students milled about with purple tongues, serving the guests food and drink and sometimes a few extra favors, as evidenced by a girl in a leotard covered in peacock feathers following a man into one of several semi-visible spaces cut out into the walls. They were small and dark but you could see the outlines of bodies moving within.

Before Darlington had a chance to say anything else to Alex, any more words of warning, this gathering’s Lan Caihe approached.

“Our guests of honor have arrived,” she said. “Lovely to see you both again.” Her white eyes stood out under the golden headdress and Darlington was reminded that she would be seeing them as they truly are - demon and wheelwalker.

“Yes well, as always we are grateful for the invitation. And for your, uh, discretion.” Darlington could feel Alex hovering at his elbow, tense but standing straight, trying to appear confident and collected. Out of the corner of her eye, he saw her glancing around, assessing the room.

Caihe smiled slyly. “Yes, discretion. I’m delighted that one of you will be partaking in our hospitality this year. Or perhaps both of you?” She directed this question at Alex.

“No-“ I started to say but was quickly interrupted by Alex who stepped forward in front of me.

“Actually, I’ll be the one participating,” she said to Caihe. “I’m assuming that will adequately fulfill the terms of the deal you made with Darlington?”

“What? Stern, no.” Darlington’s stomach dropped. Stupid, stubborn girl. 

But the women ignored him completely.

“Wonderful!” said Caihe. “Of course. We had planned for Darlington but this change of plans should be an unexpected…treat.”

Darlington didn’t know if Alex was picking up on it, but every word of that sentence felt incredibly loaded to him. He grabbed Alex elbow and pulled her aside, maybe more roughly than he’d meant to, while Caihe beckoned one of the acolytes over.

“Stern, what do you think you’re doing?” he snapped.

She spoke low and fast, “I can’t let you go through that again. Not after everything that’s happened over the last year. You were…you were so ashamed afterwards last time. I’ll be fine, just stay with me and don’t let me make an ass of myself.”

“Stern you can’t -“ she didn’t even let him finish, just turned back toward Caihe as the acolyte approached with a goblet on a tray. 

“As I said,” said Caihe, “we made this especially for Darlington tonight but I think given that you are both beneficiaries of the deal he struck, it’s only fair that you shall be allowed to take his place, Alex.” Caihe gestured toward the outstretched tray.

Alex picked up the goblet and examined the contents inside. Darlington stood mute, having no idea how to stop what was about to happen. He felt powerless.

“What’s in it?” she asked, looking up at Caihe’s golden headdress, her white eyes. Darlington noticed more and more attendees looking their way.

“I’m afraid that was not part of the deal,” Caihe smiled.

Alex turned her head and met Darlington’s eyes. She looked steely, determined, but he knew her well enough to see the trepidation hidden in there as well. Turning back to the goblet, she seemed to make decision and lifted it to her lips, drinking deeply until all the liquid was gone. She placed the goblet back on the tray and shook her shoulders out a bit.

Caihe just grinned, “Wonderful.”

Read the rest here on ao3!

[unfinishedslurs]

The boy stops in his tracks. “I know you,” he says, tilting his head curiously. He’s not tall, but he’s regal nonetheless, dressed all in white. Something about him makes Leia’s hair stand on end, and although she hides it she feels a stirring in her own chest. I know you like I know my own soul, she thinks wildly, and wonders where it came from. Has she gone insane?

“That’s nice,” she says, and shoots him anyway.

He deflects it in a flash of light, a glowing blue laser sword appearing in his hand like magic. She’s only seen one of those before, and it’s Vader’s. If this boy is anything like Vader, she realizes, she’s in deep shit.

She’s smart enough to know when she’s outmatched. Leia makes the tactical decision to run for her life.

Later, as she’s getting the hell out of there, she wonders why he didn’t try to stop her.

She remembers being young and tugging on her mothers skirts, demanding to know why their guest was so sad. “Does he not like it here?” She’d asked, and then, trembling, because Kenobi always seemed saddest around her. “Is it…because of me?”

“Oh, Leia,” her mother sighed, lifting her into her arms. “It’s not that, I promise.”

“Then what is it?”

“Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, years ago.” Breha’s eyes grew deeper, darker. “It was not his fault, but he blames himself. You remind him of that child, that’s all.”

Leia had quieted at that, contemplative.

The next time she’d seen Master Kenobi, she had given him a hug. He didn’t seem to know what to do with that, so she resolved to give him more of them. “He’s lonely,” she’d told her mother. “No one should be lonely.”

Looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi now, the memory seemed so far away. He’d aged thirty years in the ten it had been.

He looks, Leia thinks with a small twinge of regret, very lonely.

“Leia,” he greets. “It’s been a long time.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Leia sees a glint of white.

Kenobi freezes in his tracks. “Luke?” He whispers, and through the distance Leia can hear it as if he’d been speaking directly into her ear.

Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, her mother whispers in her head. He blames himself.

In an instant, Leia understands everything.

Kenobi is still staring at the boy he’d lost so long ago when Vader cuts him down.

Later, as she’s pacing around on the Falcon to Han muttering darkly about Princesses and supernatural abilities, she rememberers the way the boy collapsed, as if all his strings had been cut. Vader was too occupied with him to even look at her as she shot at him desperately.

Luke. She hates him more than she hates herself.

“They know where you are,” he hisses frantically. “They’re coming for you. You have to run.”

“Wait!” Leia quickly pulls up their sonar. Nothing yet, but it would explain the distant queasiness she’d felt since they’d landed. She tended to trust her gut. “How do you know? How much time do we have?”

“Not important, and not enough,” he says. “I have to go, and so do you. You need to leave yesterday.”

“How do I know I can trust you? I don’t even know who you are.”

He pauses. “Call me Skywalker.”

“That’s not an answer, Skywalker.”

“Yes it is.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but there are faint voices on the other end, drawing nearer.

“Shit,” Skywalker mutters. “I have to go. I’ll be in contact, okay? Don’t ever tell me where you are, or where you’re heading. Vader and Palpatine aren’t shy about reading minds. Just leave as soon as you can, and figure out the rest.”

“But—“

It’s too late. The comm has disconnected.

She stares down at it, disbelieving. How would the Empire know they’re here? Why should she trust a stranger who somehow got her personal comm code?

Gut feeling or not, on paper this was a perfect location. Supplied, armored, and most importantly, extremely well hidden. There was no real reason to think it would possibly be found out.

It’s probably a trap. Almost definitely a trap.

Han sticks his head in the door, a sour look on his face. “Hey Princess, can you tell these idiots—“

She makes a decision then and there.

“We’re leaving.”

“What?”

“We’re evacuating, effective immediately.” She pushes past him, and he follows so close he’s nearly stepping on her heel.

“Why? I think it’s pretty cozy here. Actual sunlight doesn’t hurt, either.”

“Apparently too cozy.” She grabs the first person she sees, a pilot who stares at her with wide eyes. “Emergency evacuation. Spread the word to pack everything you can and leave, I’ll let you know where we’re headed when we’re in orbit.”

He salutes and scurries off.

“Woah, hey now.” Han snatches at her elbow until she turns around to face him. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a new informant. He told me the Empire knows we’re here. They’re coming for us.”

“And you trust this person because…”

“I don’t have a choice,” she snaps. Someone runs past them, holding three packs filled to the brim with rations. “It’s either he’s lying and we’re not in danger, or he’s telling the truth and we’re going to die if we don’t listen. It’s not exactly hard math.”

It could be a trap of course, but he hadn’t suggested any sort of direction or destination to follow, and Leia wasn’t inclined to share. Especially not after his tidbit about Vader and Palpatine reading minds.

He squints at her. “That’s not it.”

“What?”

“I don’t believe you,” he insists. He’s so infuriating. Leia doesn’t know why she hasn’t kicked him out yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do, and you’re either gonna tell me why, or find a different transport when we head out of here.”

“Who said I was riding on your hunk of junk?” She demands. She actually was planning on going with them, since the Falcon has more than enough room for all the supplies that can’t fit in the other ships and none of the trustworthiness of the other pilots, but Han doesn’t need to know that.

“Well?”

Damn him. Damn him for knowing how to read her. She doesn’t know when she let that happen.

“I feel it,” she admits, defeated. “Something tells me he’s trustworthy. We’ll wait and see if it’s right.”

He studies her. She holds her head high, but inside she’s jittery at the scrutiny. They don’t have time for this.

“Yeah, all right,” Han finally says.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” He rolls his eyes, like she’s not acting absolutely insane by putting all her trust in a random man she’s never even met. “Now come on, Princess, weren’t you the one who said we had to hurry?”

What is it about this man that makes it impossible to tell whether she wants to punch him or drag him into the nearest supply closet? They don’t have time to find out.

“So there’s good news and bad news.”

“Bad news first,” she demands.

“They know there’s a mole.”

“Shit.” Of course they know, how could they not? She should have been more careful, less obvious about the correlation of their movements with the Empire’s plans. “The good news?”

“They’ve tasked me with hunting down this ‘pathetic rebel spy,’” Skywalker says, humor in his voice. “That should buy me some time.”

Leia can’t quite stop the snort she lets out. “Seriously?”

“Yep. You’re speaking to a professional mole-hunter, here.”

“Well congratulations on the promotion, Skywalker.”

“Thank you,” he says grandly. Then, quieter, “It won’t last, Princess. They’ll find out eventually.”

“I know. Just hang in there, it will be over soon.”

“Will it?” He asks, suddenly sounding very young. She realizes that she has no idea how old he is. She doesn’t know anything about the man who has saved them more times than she cared to admit, and the idea rattles her until they sign off.

Later, she looks up the name Skywalker in their archives. There are a few results, but only one sticks out.

Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight and hero of the Clone Wars. Killed at the hands of Darth Vader. There are gossip articles too, speculations on his relationship with the pregnant Senator Padmé Amidala, who died around the same time Skywalker did. The baby, it seems, died with her.

Unless he didn’t.

It’s ridiculous. It’s impossible. The idea is so ludicrous that Leia almost rejects it entirely.

But it makes sense. By the Maker, it makes sense.

The child of Anakin Skywalker, it seems, would be a powerful Force user indeed. Powerful enough for Kenobi to take the baby and run. Powerful enough for the Emperor to want him for his own gain. Powerful enough to send Vader after Kenobi and take the boy himself.

Maybe even powerful enough to shield his mind from Vader and Palpatine’s intrusions.

Powerful enough to hide the fact that he’s a spy.

Leia sinks into her chair, covering her face as she laughs.

Maybe Luke isn’t so bad after all.

“No, no, no,” she mutters, digging through the smoking wreckage of the TIE fighter. “Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.”

“Princess…” Han lays a hand on her shoulder that she immediately shrugs off.

“No, he’s not dead. He’s not. Luke!”

A faint cough answers her, and she’s so relieved to hear it she could cry. Behind her, Han starts bellowing for a medic and, “Some damn help here, do you expect us to move all this ourselves?”

“Luke, it’s me,” she sobs. “It’s Leia. You’re at the Rebel Base. You’re safe.”

More coughing, and there’s a worrying rasp to his voice when he says, “You know…my name?”

“I figured it out.”

“Smart.” This time, the coughing is so bad Leia and Han both wince.

“Shit, kid,” Han says, moving another piece of rubble. “Don’t talk. We’re gonna get you out of here, all right?”

“Stand back,” Luke chokes out.

“What?”

“Stand back. Please.”

Han protests, but something in Leia knows they should listen to him. She drags him back, and motions everyone else to fall back with them. They do, albeit reluctantly.

“Clear,” she calls, hoping Luke can hear her.

The TIE explodes.

“Fuck!” Han goes back in, Leia on his heels with the terrifying feeling that she’d just allowed Luke to die, before they both stop in their tracks. Around them, the broken pieces of the TIE are floating.

And curled up in the middle is a man dressed all in white.

“Luke!” She pushes past Han to start dragging him out, and after another moment of staring around them, he helps her.

As soon as they get clear, the pieces fall to the ground with a clatter. Luke falls limp with them.

Han is still looking at the TIE. “Can you do that?” He asks quietly.

Leia pauses her examination of the unconscious man in front of her to glare at him. “Is that what you’re most concerned with right now? Really?”

“Excuse me for asking, Princess!”

“It’s white,” Luke grumbles, pulling at his hospital gown bitterly. “I hate wearing white.”

“Should I be offended?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t even. You look great and you know it. I just feel like I never left.”

“Well,” she says gingerly. “I guess it’s a good thing you got sick of it. If we went around in matching outfits all the time, people might think we’re twins.”

He snorts. “Yeah, right.”

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[statementlou]

Tbh i am not surprised that a person who openly talked about having drinking problems since 1d days, because of how crazy 1d worked has been agressive. What surprises me is people being surprised (they never seriously saw drunk person?). But i am also confused about this whole book. Apparently Maya said that that book is not fully bout Liam but compilation about her exes and some of the worst parts are not about him. But recently she said that the book is “ofc about him” so what is true then? Or did she meant it that ofc some parts are about him or that whole book is about him?

Sorry, just confused

I also am not surprised- we've learned so much more about the real stories of things and about the guys' actual lives over the last years, and the story that has unfolded around Liam has been totally consistent throughout if you've been following it, and so the information Maya is telling us is shocking and upsetting but not difficult to believe. I got an anon yesterday saying they were worried about getting similar revelations about the other boys, like "if Liam could be doing this we just don't know, any of them could", and while in a way that's always true I guess, anyone could be doing anything in private like... that doesn't really concern me. Because none of these Liam revelations are coming out of nowhere, there have been many MANY steps along the way leading us here if you've been watching, and he has talked openly about both his mental health struggles and his addiction issues. So to answer that anon... to find out something similar about Louis would in contrast contradict everything we know about him and no I'm not worried about it. Is he probably very irritating, absolutely, but an abuser or a loose cannon, well that news would shock me. But anyway as for the book I don't find it strange that she was nervous when it came out and treading lightly and later decided, fuck it. In the absolutely on point tiktok she dropped today (YES👏GIRL👏FUCKING TELL THEM👏) she even mentions attempts to keep her from publishing the book, presumably by Liam's team, that I am riveted by and cannot WAIT to hear more details about actually- like I said I don't find it at all strange that she was nervous and downplayed it a bit then. But if she says now that it's just about Liam, well, I would say it's been clear from the beginning that the book is their story. Maya herself brought up the parallel of songs being written about stuff and I think it's the same thing; it's true (she was in an abusive relationship that involved certain kinds of events) but maybe not 100% literal (I'm sure details were changed to make the story work, it's not like a word for word timeline of their interactions or whatever).

[fumifooms]

Mickrin

Fifth entry of my “Dunmeshi rarepairs I will birth with my own hands if I have to” series. This one’s straight up embarrassing, like of course the shadow version of Chilchuck and Marcille would get me.

It suddenly grabbed me out of nowhere. What got me thinking about it is this exchange, first comic third panel, because like… Woah. He knows she has a thing for Kabru? Or something. And he has NO FEAR. Like it’s so forward and has 0 pretenses lmao. And then I thought… And oh no. Oh no.

"I can fix him" x "I can make her worse"

Very uptight and strict and rules-following and too self-aggrandizing tbh x will not hesitate to insult you to your face and sleazy and free spirit…. Kuro is involved in an ot3 of sorts in my head and basically they drag her into Situations of various moral standing aka scams or idk going to a club god forbid. I think she needs to relax and get taken down 1 peg maybe, and I think he needs like…….. Someone to teach him what is unhealthy lmao, also remind him to get work benefits, and if they can like get to feel safe and comfy with one another (and god just the road there would be a beautiful trainwreck to watch) they would be gossip besties worsties.

Kabru needs to be the epitome of morals but like, if it’s Mickbell she can lower the bar… Just for him… <3 She can fix him just a little and she’ll be like "wow! Ok I can settle for this amount of upstanding behavior from you Mickbell you get a gold star"

I never expected it ok I read this extra expecting nothing and god knows why I saw him be like "hey u like Kabru right. You’re his babysitter right. Which poor sap is being Kabru’s maid" with 0 fear and her being so casually pissed back at him and idk, how they’re so comfy being not polite with one another but they’re still coworkers-friends despite it… Crazy for how prickly they both are that they manage that much. They bicker and see each other as annoying at best but weirdly dependable and friends despite it all and……….. I am going to grow them in a lab and observe how I can make it work

MICKBELL IS A REBOUND MORE AT 9??? Maybe Rin and Mickbell have a one night stand and then the aftermath dynamic is this….. She probably regrets it. And then it gets more complex and grows into something odd as she becomes hyperaware of him and they have this little complicity thing going on….

I think cuddling with Kuro (who would be more like a platonic protective & soothing presence in his and Rin’s relationship rather than romo) would destress her actually I think she needs and deserves it. Go to a dog cafe bbygirl it’ll fix you. So what I’m saying is the three of them watch a movie and Rin and Mickbell are sitting on Kuro’s laps and everyone is so comfy. Kuro’s legs die halfway through but he’s self-sacrificing it’s fine….. Actually Mick is on his laps Rin’s just nuzzled into his side. There, fixed. I am so weirdly invested in them… They’re funky to think about. Rin seeing Mickbell and Kuro like "you guys are aware that what you two have is fucked up right" and then joining them in the messy dynamic ���  Put them in situations. That will be all.

The sheer amount of sass on their own, let alone together…

Make them get drunk together it’ll be glorious

[taiyami]

These are meant for all genders AND ages regarding characters! Can be answered for your blorbo, your self-ship, or just a character you really like or care about right now! ^_^

This poll isn't necessarily about attraction, just what you feel resembles your special little freak :-)

I'd love to hear your choices in the tags, tell me about your faves !!

[sparklingchim]

[omgcatboi]

I don't often post my non kink related art but I'm tryna get the attention of someone else in the community and am too shy and cringe to reach out so. Here, have this portrait I did of Hanzo Shimada. With my finger. On ibis paint. This took me four hours. Progress for proof below.

[slime-crafters]

Out of all the people to hate in Pelican Town (cough pierre cough), hating Demetrius seems like a wild choice

[moregraceful]

my hot take as a person with an english degree and a library degree is that some of the dorkiest fiction and poetry ever committed to paper in the english language came out of the iowa writer's workshop so it is at best goofy and at worst completely futile to argue that your average amazon unlimited writer is having a more deleterious effect on literacy and literature.

[the-nation-of-today]

"But there's no place like London..." OVO Wembley Arena - December 9th, 2023

[pardonmydelays]

tøp: mtv unplugged will always be so special to me because it actually shows how fucking talented those guys are

[ratatatastic]

ekky only choosing forsy for eye candy is another example of fork found in kitchen and he has to keep up his shirt off quote quotas even if forsy has now shown off his body to the masses but also unfortunately just reads too much like this (how it feels auditioning as a drumer)

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

you guys know the talon-lock freefall death spiral bald eagles do for their courtship ritual? i think dior and nimloth had the same energy in their relationship

[cleromancy]

sexiest and funniest thing roy harper ever did was look at dick grayson and go i could fix him

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Need asoiaf fans to be disabused from the notion that anyone “deserves” the Iron Throne. Not a single person deserves it, doesn’t matter how good they are. And I’d take it a step further and say that no one deserves to be king or queen or lord. We shouldn’t be equating kingship/queenship with a happy ending. This series does so much to criticize this awful system so it’s particularly jarring that people will go “I want my fave to get their happy ending and sit on the iron throne”. That’s…kind of antithetical to what the series has shown us so far I think.