#intriuging

[fishareglorious]

they are gonna put the french duck in situations again

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

wanna hear av my new work oc

go for it king

[bones-edition]

Hey anybody know what these symbols mean

my sister got this necklace from a yardsale and there's mysterious runes on the back

here's what the front looks like, for context:

based on my research, i think it might be tiger's eye stone, but i cant find anywhere selling something that's an exact match, and i have no idea how to go about looking up the symbols on the back

[thunder-shadow]

☁️ 🍉 🦩 for the writers ask!

🍉 favourite wip

right now, it might be the ghe story 🤔im so invested in it on my way back from work yesterday i literally brainstormed that first chapter from almost nothing 😭

☁️ wip you want to write but haven't started yet

i want to write some jupiturnus fluff but my brain is not cooperating

>:( I have a giant list of oneshot/story ideas on my docket that I just look at for inspo, but in the end I write only based on motivation bc that's how I get the words out (intended to work on the jupixturn fanfic yesterday and instead wrote 5k for the ghe/solarballs crossover LOL).

🦩 wip you hate working on but are too far gone to turn back

hmmm i actually don't think i hate any of my wips! i tend to bounce around so much if i don't like one i just leave it behind without caring LOL

[skatecatz]

the traitor baru cormorant rules so far and is also unlocking in me why i loved the song of ice & fire series so much….

[rowanthefierce]

ok I need y’all to be fr with me for a second is there a niche out there for middle aged jaspidot where they used to be coworkers with benefits and had a falling out and then reconnected almost two decades later to discover they were both still into each other or not

[thescions]

Ship potential: G'raha/Haurchefaunt, Ysayle/Yotsuyu & Minfilia/Moenbryda. Some unusual ones, as a treat!

This Meme/Request || Accepting

These were fun to discuss and think about! Thank you, Anon!

G'raha/Haurchefant

Right away we have to say that this would not be a romantic ship. G'raha isn't Haurchefant's type, and the pair just really would make much better friends. They both have a strong moral compass and deep love for their nation (Ishgard, Crystarium), and genuinely are just so kind-hearted at their core.

G'raha and Haurchefant would bond over their admiration for the WOL for sure, possibly to the point of embarrassing them a little. G'raha would also ask a ton about Estinien, and Haurchefant would end up teasing him about it!

The pair would have a lot of respect for one another's perserverance and inner strength, and constantly be the type to hype each other (and the WOL and anyone else who needed it) up.

Ysayle/Yotsuyu

Considering all she's been through, we think Yotsuyu would be sex-repulsed/aromantic. We acknowledge that not everyone who has been through similar trauma reacts this way, but Yotsuyu specifically is only interested in revenge. And she'd likely look down on anyone she considered attractive, anyway.

That being said -- Ysayle has such strong morals that these two likely couldn't survive being in a room together. We think Ysayle would attempt to sympathize with Yotsuyu upon learning her past, but Yotsuyu would immediately recoil from any sort of "pity" and insult her. Call her a dragonwhore, etc. And Ysayle would inevitably become wholly disgusted by Yotsuyu's blind hatred, as Yotsuyu has no interest in healing or breaking any sort of cycle of violence.

The only 'classic evil villain' moment Ysayle had was her cackle when she broke the protective seals on Ishgard, so she does have a tiny bit of potential to go off the deep end similar to Yotsuyu... but that was very brief, and it would likely take an even more tragic back story to get her to that point. Perhaps aesthetically Ysayle would think Yotsuyu is attractive, but her twisted personality would destroy any hopes of that evolving beyond aesthetic.

Who do you think would win in a Tsukiyomi vs Shiva fight though?

Minfilia/Moenbryda

Okay, THIS one we actually really like and could totally see being a thing! After all, we headcanon that Moenbryda and (the real) Yda had a thing when they studied in Old Sharlayan, so we know she likes blondes! And Minfilia appreciates a strong woman like herself.

Moenbryda would ask so many questions about Louisioux and how he was leading up to his death, and Minfilia would be happy to share all that she could. We forsee a lot of hanging out and talking over drinks/dinner for these ladies.

It would be a gradual working relationship turned friendship turned romance, but it wouldn't take a long time for it to happen! Yes, work with the Scions would come first and they'd remain professional throughout, but an occasional flirtatious joke would tip the others off. Thancred would probably be the last to know.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

small child outside has just SCREAMED at the top of her lungs, "I'm the baby because I'm six and I'm the favorite!!!"

[wolkewatcher]

my hate for technology tracking u is constantly fighting with my overwhelming desire to track all i do to be able to better analyze myself

[artidoesthings]

(Looks over at rwby season 9) the heck are they doin over there

[uesrnmane]

so there in this universe exists a movie starring arnold schwarzenegger and danny devito

arnold is pregnant in the movie

its called junior

[harteofthehart-ayyy]

//dunno how to lay it out well man, but it's pretty clear to me that Harte is just missing various undercurrents and major facts about his roommate and his relationship beyond the most obvious

//I think I’m stupid man drop the entire harte analysis essay . please. looks at you with tearful eyes as if I am starved of hartelore. Despite being the producer of hartelore.

[kayoi1234]

Me, boiling noodles: So like, what does it mean to be woke?

My brother gaming, and not listening to me: Send out the gay parade! (In Bloons TD...? I have no idea.)

Me: Like why is that a bad thing? Why do they oppose “woke”? Why is having gay characters “woke”? What are we waking up from?

My brother, still gaming: Yeah! Never underestimate the power of the gays!

[miguelsslvt]

ex nerd! scientist! miguel o'hara x slutty! reader

part two here!

word count: 745

TW: smut, nsfw, d/s themes, mentions of pet play.

A/N: THIS IS INSPIRED BY @nymphomatique SO PLS CHECK THEIR ONE OUT!! their drabble rlly inspired me so i thought maybe i could add a little twist;) welcome to the club!

back in your college days, you were.. promiscuous, some would say. well, you were the biggest slut on campus. if your body count didn't say it all, then the rumours sure did.

you took chemistry, maths, physics and biology. you wanted to be a physics scientist, partially because of the thought of there being lots and lots of different universes, but mostly because the pay was brilliant.

miguel o'hara was your 'pet' back in your college days, per-say.

you used him for your homework, and in exchange you would fuck him, give him head, handjobs, you name it. you took miguel's virginity, and every bit of innocence he had left. he was totally smitten by you. i mean, a pretty, popular girl giving him attention no one ever did? sign him up.

miguel was the biggest loser you knew back then. he wasn't the most muscly, and he had those ridiculous black square glasses, and his outfits were shocking. he had a slight lisp due to his late braces, and his hair was far too long and he clearly struggled to maintain it. to keep it blunt, he wasn't cool at all. he was a loser, a simp, and a goody two-shoes. perfect as your little pet.

it wasn't until after graduation did you stop your little encounters. after leaving college, you blocked his number and left campus on the same day. you thought you'd never have to see that nerdy freak again. well, that's what they all say, right?

that was until you finally got a job at ALCHEMAX. you were a 'technological support scientist', which sounded smart but really all you got to do was watch all the better scientists do tests. you didn't mind, it did more then just pay your bills. hell, with the checks you're bringing in you could probably buy a new car in a few months!

you thought things were all sunshine and rainbows, until the thunder walked in. it's funny though, you didn't realise thunder looked like 6'9 tall and 310 pound of pure muscle and attractiveness. his braces were gone, his hair more clean and cut a little shorter, and his glasses just resting on top of his head, but you knew exactly who he was.

'm-miguel o'hara?!' you said, shocked. he turned around swiftly, looking down at you, before his eyes widened. 'y/n l/n?' he said, surprised. you both had become blushing messes. well, his glow up sure came after only 3 years.

'you.. work here?' you asked, absolutely awe-struck. 'i.. do. i am a technological scientist here. you work here too? why haven't i ever seen you around before?' he asked, intriuged. 'i-it's my first day here. you.. matured.' you said, clearly checking him out.

the man smirked. he actually smirked. the man who would whimper, begging to just get off on your shoe, smirked at you like he was in control. 'and you look as gorgeous as 3 years ago.'

your heart stopped. who was this man? this muscular, defined, confident, completely self aware man.. this wasn't miguel. there was no way.

'you..you're very different, miguel.' you said, a blushing mess. he chuckled, putting some latex gloves on. fuck, even his hands were attractive. 'well alot happens to a guy.' he says smoothly, his voice deeper. god this was going to be hard.

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that very night, you were spread out on the bed, and you didn't recognise the man above you.

3 years ago, a scrawny desperate nerdy little boy was on his knees, as if you were a goddess. and now, that very man was on top of you, kissing your neck so skilfully, as if he's done this for years. his thrusts had rhythm, as he grinded along your g spot with ease, you let out a gasp and a breathy moan, as he shushed you.

'sh, bonita.. you've changed. where's that dominatrix you were back in college days? why are you so.. obedient?~' he whispered in your ear, as you moaned again.

'i-i think i-it's y-you that changed, m-miguel..' you breathily said in response, as he chuckled. 'oh no, sweetheart, i'm still the same loser that was begging on his knees for you. just now, i've learnt how to please you as well as me.' he said in response, his hands moving down from your breasts to your hips, his cock deep inside you as he grinded his hips as you felt every inch.

god, is this heaven?

♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎

[whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist]

The last talon (among the many others)

While Argile introduced me to many more talons they barely gave me any mind. Mouse, the ex skywing solider was the final one who seemed rather intriuged in me.

Mouse is a small and scrawny skywing. He coughed little flickers of flame every so often almost as if his body kept trying to make fire. Despite his size and lack of strong flame he is crafty. Every plan he makes works out perfectly. Im quite impressed and he seems rather nice... though he can get nosy

He says he joined the talons of epace because he saw the destruction of war and wanted it to end. The whole reason he was exiled from the skywings was due to wanting peace. I feel bad as his years as a soldier seem to weigh heavy on him

overall he is a decent dragon to hang around

LIAR

LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!

HES DOOMED ME! THAT BACKSTABBING SNAKE!

Mouse ran back to the skywing queen and ran his big chicken head mouth off about my visions and prophecy! The whole of pyrrhia knows of me! THE SKYWING QUEEN HAS A BOUNTY ON MY HEAD.

Whats worse is that none of the other talons seem to care.... Argile just shrugged and told me to stay out of sight.

I... I.. dont know what to do... I dont know where to go... I...why couldnt I have gotten a vision of this? Am I just some cosmic messenger? Some meaningless pawn?

The moons have forsaken me....

-Sunhunter

"Sunhunter, Meet me on the coast along the rainwing rainforest. Please HURRY - snapping turtle"

[five-and-dimes]

💄? I am so intriuged, in that sort of “oh yay suffering :)” sort of way all dreamlings are

lol yeah I'm realizing there's a lot of suffering in this fic 😅 I promise there's a happy ending!

I know I've posted the first part of this snippet before, but now I have the companion scene that goes with it finished!

Dream is 24, and he’s a little out of breath when he gets to the bar, but at least he isn’t late. Thessaly is strict about punctuality, and this is the first time she has agreed to introduce Dream to her friends. But when he approaches her by the entrance, she simply looks at him and sneers. “God, you look awful.” Dream looks down at himself. He is dressed in his nicest jeans and a black button up rolled up to his elbows, nice but still casual. But when he looks back at Thessaly, she’s not looking at his outfit. She’s looking at his face. “I…” he touches his bare cheek nervously, “I did not put any makeup on. I was running late and-“ “I’d rather you show up late than show up looking like a corpse,” she snaps, “God, you look like you haven’t slept in a year.”  He is tired. But she doesn’t sound concerned. She just sounds mad. “I’ll fix it,” Dream blurts out, desperate, “Just, just tell them I’ll be a little late, I won’t be longer than fifteen minutes-“ “You better not be,” Thessaly huffs, turning away to walk into the bar, “If you’re later than that don’t bother coming at all.” Dream runs. He sprints like the devil is on his heels, bursting into a convenience store and grabbing handfuls of makeup. His hands shake as he stands in the public restroom and layers foundation onto his face to try to fix it. To fix himself. Ten minutes later he is kissing Thessaly on the cheek and greeting her friends. “That’s more like it,” she says to him tersely under her breath, “now you just need to not be a freak for an hour. Try to stay seen and not heard, okay sweetie?” Her voice drips with condescension. But Dream knows she’s right. He keeps quiet. He sits on his hands. He makes sure to always keep spare makeup in his coat after that. Thessaly still breaks up with him on their six month anniversary. But for six months, he isn’t alone. ~~~ Dream is 30, and he is running late, but he looks immaculate. He saunters up to the bar where Hob stands, waiting for him. The makeup in his pocket is expensive, but does the trick. Hob grinned slyly, “You’re late.” “It seems I owe you an apology,” Dream purred, slinking up into Hob’s space until they are chest to chest, “I’ve always heard it impolite to keep one’s friends,” Hob gasped as Dream palmed at his groin, “waiting.” He lets Hob drag him into the restroom and push him to his knees. He lets Hob fuck his face until he gags and chokes. His lipstick never smears. His eyeliner doesn’t run. “You are unfairly composed,” Hob states with a grin, still panting slightly from coming down Dream’s throat. Dream fixes his hair with quick efficiency, and smirks, “I’ve had a lot of practice.” Back at the bar, Dream is poised and flawless. He lets Hob do the talking. He sits on his hands. At the end of the night, Hob kisses him and asks him out again. So he must be doing something right.