#i wough

[lxghtbound]

@ofeggies​ from here!

Sudden bursts of affection aren’t a surprise with Cayde. No way, no how. He’s a Gunslinger for a damn reason, and that reason includes sweeping people off their feet and making over the top romantic gestures as often as possible. What else are Hunters supposed to do all day?

Scout almost laughs at the song, not because it’s funny, but because it’s silly. And cute. “In a day or two, maybe?” Can’t ruin Cayde’s groove. That’d be an asshole move.

“Needless to say, I’m odds ‘n’ ends,” he lifts his head to press a kiss to the side of Cayde’s horn, then, stumbling away, Scout pulls the other Exo into a swaying dance of sorts, cloak swishing as he does so. He finds himself pondering the same thoughts of how they have both so often skirted anything like this, but even unspoken thoughts make him feel as if they’re slowly learning that life is okay.

“Say after me; ‘s no better to be safe than sorry.”

[bunnieswithknives]

How much can you fit under your skin?

For @warning-heckboop's AU :3

[jesterjamble]

Scavengers Reign is probably the BEST animated TV show ive ever seen. Please go watch it if you havent already

[knightforflowers]

revisited an old concept from March I entertained for a while about the Abyssal Auction being more like a fancy masquerade ball (purely bc I love drawing these types of outfits <3)

(maskless alts under cut)

[mawwart]

NRC’s 10 pieces of advice

[amethyst-halo]

ive been doodling for like 4 days. dw abt it

[puppyeared]

this happened at least 7 times

[aturnoftheearth]

you will never understand the joys of 2021 spnblr. unless you do.

[princema-k]

Detective Layton, Case 1: The Living Museum

Our story begins for our detective and her assistant at The Natural History Museum; reports are pouring in from visitors all over that the exhibits have come alive! Dinosaurs walking, artifacts randomly moving, and paintings blinking and melting before everyone's very eyes! Naturally, it's up to the Detective Layton and Emmy to solve the case once and for all. Can they solve the mystery of the Living Museum?!

(au info/flora | emmy)

(PLEASE IGNORE THE FACT I SPELLED MUSEUM WRONG IN THE PIC OK TAHNKS)

[sunlaire]

John Irving with hedonophobia. John afraid of pleasure. John feeling sick when he's touched, like an immune reaction against the only thing that can help him feel good. All that fear and anger and confusion tightly wound up in him. I do think he would need a direct order to enjoy himself before he could let anyone touch him. For his own good, of course.

[pealeii]

the line “as autumn colors fall” makes me go insAAANE cuz i’m pretty sure it’s functionally a zeugma—incorporating both uses of the world like “as autumn colors fall” as in the colors are falling or “as autumn colors fall” as in autumn is coloring fall AAUGHHH I LOVE THAT LINE SM

[alienssstufff]

today

[aron-mp4]

Nonbinary people be like

(Please click for better quality its atrocious otherwise)

[tiptapricot]

A short scene inspired by this piece by @activatethis

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“How long will I be alone,” Liu Kang asks, “when the world restarts again?”

The hourglass’s heartbeat is stashed away behind him, muffled by constructed walls and an endless, open, sky. If he had not put the threads in place himself, had not pulled the building steps from void and lit the clouds into morning, it may almost have seemed real.

Raiden hums behind him, the quiet sound of his scissors against Liu Kang’s neck drifting softly into the air. “I do not know,” he says simply.

His voice is quiet, whisper thin and worn from their months floating immaterial in non existence. Or… perhaps it has been years by now. Raiden aged much faster than either of them expected, and their lives are no longer linear. The days are only a kindness, a mimicked imprint to order the falling sands.

Liu Kang frowns, fire flickering beneath his nails as he picks at his palms.

They don’t have much time left together. He has not made any more of it to keep.

“Were you lonely before man came?” he asks next.

Raiden chuckles, his laugh still as warm and old as it’s always been. “I suppose, yes.” He pulls a lock of hair from over Liu Kang’s shoulder. “But I had Fujin,” he continues, snipping again, “and the elder gods, and every manner of creature that walked Earthrealm before you, and…” He laughs again, softer. “And I am not sure I was myself enough before humans to wish for them to be there. I was lightning in the wind, brief and singular, but continuing. And then when humans came, I was more.”

He lets the lock he was working on go, the dark strands fluttering back against Liu Kang’s cheek.

“Belief does wondrous things, Liu Kang.”

Liu Kang hums, reaching up to idly roll his hair between his thumb and forefinger. There is no silver in it now, on the ends. Raiden says he does not need it, that he has outgrown it, that he has become his own god, but… he still wishes to ask him to leave some of it. To have a reminder of this before. Of this now.

“Spend a century as a fire ball, or a volcano,” Raiden mutters humorously, and Liu Kang feels the tremble in his hand as he pats his shoulder weakly. “Befriend a dinosaur. It will do you well.”

Liu Kang smiles, despite the squeezing in his chest that knots itself up into his throat. “I will try,” he whispers. “Thank you.”

That night, when the stars pass over, winking and blurred where they are projected from Liu Kang’s memory, he sweeps the last of the silver hair off the steps, and closes his eyes quietly to try and remember the smell of the breeze.

[szollibisz]

quick almost-kiss sketch

[chronicowboy]