#int: face to face

[christakisbang]

[volivolition]

DAY 4: DRAMA - Put on your prettiest face for the masses!

gonna start adding silly captions actually. [POINTS ACCUSINGLY] MELTY FUCK (AFFECTIONATE)!!

[muchmossymess]

okay but the unexplored potential of a revali and purah dynamic

revali is so keen to be the best of the best and push himself past all conceivable limits, and purah wants to find the limits of sheikah tech and magic only to barrel past them and nearly become god

so one day, purah comes to revali "how high can medoh fly?" and he pauses bc he hasnt thought about that much, which he realises is asinine how has he not thought of taking her higher "well her resting altitude is x but its possible to go higher, though i dont know her limits" and they just look at each other bc well now they have too know-

and it continues like that, purah coming to revali with questions about medoh or the rito or his wind magic or eventually just requests for assistance "i need you to fly this up there for me, clear out this monster camp, ect ect" and revali loving the attention and the chance to show off, and that hes able to prove himself as truly better (he often tries to rope in the other champions to compare) and purah is loving all the data and the chance to work so closely with a pilot and they both compliment each others personalities quite well, both sassy and intelligent and where purah is overbearing and bubbly revali is insecure and sulky

anyway this is all pre calamity stuff, i want them to be very good friends and cause chaos together and push each other to constantly better each other, and purah would scoff at revalis creative insults but internally laugh and file them away to use later, and revali may act uninterested when purah talks for hours about conclusions shes come to and different approaches they could take hes actually paying complete attention and thinking of ways to use this knowledge in piloting or training

[bleue-flora]

Speaking of c!Tommy, I was watching the finale yesterday and noticed that c!Dream is standing on his bed when Tommy and c!Tubbo come to kill him, which damn that could either be a weird coincidence (especially considering he’s looking in a chest that is empty) or it’s meant to imply that they tried to assassinate him - like slit his throat or something in his sleep type deal… which damn that’s fucked up.

The heroes everyone - come to slice a man’s throat in his sleep after he hasn’t done anything to them in many months…

[moonshynecybin]

I wish we could’ve seen Marc’s reaction to Vale’s retirement. At the end of the day Marc basically worshipped him throughout his childhood and Vale was one of the first to support him when Marc first got in MotoGP. I wonder if despite all he still felt even the tiniest bit sad or if it was just a relief for him.

i mean we very much do have his reaction to vale's retirement. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but we very much do have that quote

[filloas-e-blini]

All Americans acting like this is just

The Worst™

and the end of the world and "we all lost TODAY" and "I'm so shaken I gotta substance abuse and forget about the world pray for us" and "this SURE is stress awareness week amiright" while. Palestinian people have been living in literal hell not just for a whole year of continuous bombing, kidnapping and torture. But 76 years in a row. And not even to mention the rest of the horrors worldwide caused and funded by USA. Are you out of your mind

[wheeboo]

babes come get your man

TOMO WHY WOOLD U FCKIFNG DO THIS TO ME ?!\€|€€]**]’&/:;):$$:&:&:&

HES SO FUCKING FINE IM GONNA SCTEAM

[novadragoness]

Durge: Welp, that's enough thinking for today. Time to turn off the brain for a while.

*sets the warped headband slightly to the right, then flops down and stares silently into the sky/ceiling*

[good-beanswrites]

hii hiii is it alright if I request something with kotoko and haruka?(platonic ofc) their character foils drive me insane with all the weak stuff authngghn icant be normal about them

Oooh thank you so much for the request! I realized that these two actually have one of the smallest windows to talk easily, given Haruka's nervousness and Kotoko's T2 changes. They have such interesting approaches to strength/weakness, and I hope I could capture it a bit here! This takes place immediately following Kotoko's bday timeline after Harrow's release:

“I’ll accept those birthday wishes…” Kotoko gave him a wave over her shoulder as she returned to making her bed.  

She shook her head in awe. It was rather impressive how quickly the boy had changed after his verdict. The others had more subtle differences, but he was someone entirely new. She could rest easy, at least, knowing that her verdict wouldn’t change her much. For as long as she could remember, she’d been like this. She knew where she stood, and neither guilty nor innocent verdict would affect that. This verdict was really only an indicator on whether the warden could be trusted or not. 

Her body tensed up when she turned back around, startled by Haruka lingering silently in the doorway. She decided against chastising him for scaring her half to death. Still, she couldn’t keep the bite from her voice as she asked, “did you need something else?”

“Ah… I just…” He twisted his hands together. “I had a question.” 

He fell silent, but Kotoko could tell he was chewing on his next words. She waited.

“H-how do you do it? All the time? You’re older and stronger and braver and I-I just don’t know how.”

“Give yourself some credit. I’m not that much older, or stronger. I only have, what -- two, three years on you? And you did very well in the arm wrestling tournament the other day.” 

She wasn’t being patronizing. For someone so sheltered, Haruka could do some damage. He stood a few inches taller than her. The others had taken the arm wrestling as a little game, but Kotoko had used the event to measure up her fellow prisoners. After his close match with Mikoto, she had made a mental note to take him seriously. 

“No…” his expression twitched, getting frustrated with the misunderstanding. “Not muscles. I mean… you don’t have someone like Muu. You don’t need someone next to you all the time. But you still talk with everyone… and it looks easy. All the time. You always know what to say, and what to do. You never look scared. You never cry.”

Kotoko’s smile softened. She wasn’t the prideful type, but his words gave her a wave of accomplishment. She certainly was scared. She did cry. But she wasn’t about to show a single crack in her resolve in front of anyone here. Haruka had given her the greatest of compliments by confirming her success.

“Ah, you mean strength of spirit. Well, that doesn’t just appear out of nowhere. It comes with my purpose, with my virtues.”

“Virtues…?”

“I see the injustice around me, and want to protect the innocent. When I see how awful the world can be, when I see the monsters that are hurting those who are weak, I can’t help myself.” She clenched her fist. “The power to do so just comes to me.” 

“Oh…” Haruka looked down at his palms. 

Her heart sank, realizing he didn’t quite understand. It was a shame that not all of humanity could be as righteous as her. That heroic drive had always come so naturally to her; she wasn’t sure she could put it into words to explain to others.

Haruka’s open hands were trembling. “Um. Is there any other way?”

“Hm?”

“All my life… I only cause pain to everyone.” His worry gradually turned to desperation.” I hurt everyone who gets close to me. Especially things that are small and weak. My whole life, I’ve been nothing but a… a curse. So… is there another way? Please. I want to be better. I want to be strong! I want to be like you! Tell me!”

He stepped forward, pleading. Kotoko stepped back. 

His blue eyes widened at her sudden shift into defense. “Ah! I. I’m sorry. I’m-I’m sorry. It’s your birthday. You should be… Have a g-good day.”

“Wait.” Kotoko stopped him before he could flee. She was aware of the massive gap between them, the vastly different backgrounds they came from. Still, she offered the same advice that had helped her in her toughest of days. 

“Don’t worry so much about others’ strength. The quickest way to burn yourself out is getting overwhelmed with the power that’s all around you. Once you start putting all your focus toward honing your own skills and strengths, you’ll realize how much you’re truly capable of. You don’t need anyone else. You’ll realize that you are enough.”

“I… am enough…?”

She placed a hand firmly on his shoulder. 

“So, no need to get all worked up now, okay?” 

“O-okay. I’ll do my best.” He stiffened, trying to appear worthy of her words.

She let out a bitter laugh. “I told the others not to do anything for my birthday, but I don’t think they paid me any mind.” Kotoko still couldn’t fathom how they were so friendly with each other given the situation. “Let’s go see if there’s some cake or something.”

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

i need y'all to know that this in9 art series is just an elaborate way of getting me to remember the names and order of the episodes lol

[todayisafridaynight]

sorry that im obsessed with him <- is not sorry

[blcssom]

open to: f/nb inspo: he's an agent who's known for signing young starlets and sleeping with them..... but also giving them their big break so !! take that as you will xox could be someone trying to sign with him, someone who's already working with him and not getting the attention they think they deserve, a director, a rival agent — go wild !!

"you know, i really hate these things—" he'd uttered a lot of lies since moving to los angeles, but that one might have been the biggest. frankly, roland ashmore loved the indulgent industry parties his job required him to attend and, more importantly, loved the company they allowed him to keep.... such as his current conquest for the evening. "they never serve anything strong enough to make it feel like a real party, do they?"

[emissary-of-dog]

geara and eli dynamic... :]

[thatbluehairedfem]

I got the cutest bag for my birthday and I'm never going to get over it

[conscrpt]

contd from here! @muutos

there had been murmurs late last night within the dormitory -- one of the other girls telling HORROR stories regarding templars murdering their charges in cold blood whether they survived their harrowing or not. that they longed to see us dead. that it was only a matter of time. her button nose turned up at the accusations, cheeks burning in the dark. "it's not true," she had argued, even though the image of her mother dead in a templar's arms not more than two years prior was still fresh in her mind. but some had proved her wrong. one, at least. "if we aren't dangerous and do as we're told, they would do nothing but protect and serve us!" perhaps if they learned more about them. if only the others would seek to actually UNDERSTAND. she could sense in the moment that the interaction was only isolating her further -- gentle, unmarred hands clung to her favorite fairy tale, the spine of the book worn and frayed, binding near fallijng apart. but his face entered her mind and soothed her fears. cullen would never hurt her. he would never even TRY.

"they will," the other girl quipped with a rage and a distrust. "one day, he will try to kill you too. then maybe you won't spend all of your time with him."

so when she sat near him the next day, bottom lip in a pout and doe eyes watching him from over the pages of her (incredibly ignored) textbook... the question simply SLIPPED. maybe she was paying too much attention to the sword at his side. maybe the words of her peers had infected her mind, allowing doubt to seep in. but his instant answer set her heart alight, the worry in her bones ebbing away enough to allow her smile to beam at him for a brief moment.

"oh, i KNEW you wouldn't be so cruel." a sigh of relief. the urge to put down the book to impulsively reach for his hand. "the other girls were saying such terrible, scary things last night." rose coloured was her vision, her ears purposefully refusing to linger on the way he described templars HUNTING mages. but those were apostates, she reasoned. and she would never be an apostate. she would be an enchanter in orlais or at the service of the king in ferelden. she would be different -- SPECIAL. and he would always protect her, as was his vow. as was his... desire? she hoped. cheeks felt a familiar flush as eyes flickered down bashfully. "i wish everyone were like you," came her soft admission, a sigh following her words as her hands folded neatly in her lap. she didn't know how to completely remove this pit that sat in her stomach -- this void of sadness and despair, the feeling of being trapped. like an animal. there was something deep inside of her that was begging to be free, snarling and snapping its teeth. she didn't want to look at it too closely. its ugliness was too much for her to bear.

"oh, i'm sorry cullen -- i didn't mean to startle you like that. i know you don't find me revolting. i suppose... well, i just wish sometimes that i wasn't a MAGE. maybe then..." things could be different. for her. for THEM. it wouldn't be hushed whispers in the corners of a room. perhaps they could dance at a real ball, take a promenade with chauffeurs... a true courtship. but after her harrowing, after all of THIS -- she could leave this circle. be someone in society with a purpose and a LIFE. hopefully with him involved.

[ribbonbonny]

THEYRE HERE!! AND IVE GOT NOWHERE TO FUCKING PUT EM 🔥🔥🔥