#it was an accident I swear

[midnight-mourning]

Vessel for Your Good Intent

Okay the art's going to be late(r) BUT, enjoy this little thingy I've whipped up for you all. A little peak into one of the au's i'm keeping locked up in the drafts, hope you enjoy! Last one of @divinit3a's January Cafe Prompts

Words Chosen: serpetine, gold, pacts & deals, shapeshifter, precious

Word Count: 1715

"Make a deal with me."

You glance up from your book for a moment, over to the empty mirror. Feeling shy today, apparently. 

You chuckle, looking back down to continue reading. "I've already made a deal with you. Several, if I recall."

"Make another." He drawls, somewhere beside you now. If you had to guess, in the reflection of the clock sitting beside you.

"Why? I have no need for it at the moment." You peek up to see if you can catch him, but the clock holds nothing. "I take it you are then, was that last offering not enough for you? Feeling a bit peckish, love?" 

The tinge of a smirk grows on your face in that moment as the silence lengthens. He never did like it when you used his nicknames back at him. You go to stir your tea, only for a hand to grasp your wrist as you jump. Right. Silver. Reflective as anything else. 

Your surprise slips into annoyance, if only to help hide the racing of your heart a bit better. 

His words are a hiss in your ear now, sharp, a warning. "I don't rely on you, pet. This is just for fun fun fun, you know that."

"Just making sure." He releases you, slipping back into the shadows before you can catch a true glimpse, as usual. 

You reach for your tea again and take a sip, assuming the conversation is done with. 

"I meant it as an opportunity for you." In front of you, from the tea cup's reflection, startlingly you into almost spilling and making a fool of yourself. 

You frown now, staring directly at the small silhouette on the side of your cup. "Again, why? Business is good, my health is fine, what could you have that I'd want?" You wait a moment, then add. "Right at this moment." Given how your previous wording was received, you can tell he's being more particular today, and you have to be a bit more cautious. 

Not that you already weren't with his previous proposition. 

"Because I know you want more, and I'm in the mood to offer it." The small, shadowed figure shrugs. The ray-like projections from his head flit back and forth.

You tsk, setting the cup back now. "Well, I don't. You know that. I would have made a better deal if that was the case."

"That's the best part, though." Back to the mirror, the pale visage of his face sits in the corner, grin unwavering as ever. "You don't even have to give much at all. Practically a steal steal steal, just for you!"

"What's the catch?"

"No catch~"

You snort. "There's always a catch. Always."

The smile turns to a frown, then, a small grin. "Let me weave a story for you."

Your eyes widen. "No, you know I don't like it when—" Too late, his hands are over your eyes and your world is smothered in darkness. 

"Don't worry, I think you'll like this one."

"You say that every time..." You mutter. 

Just a quiet chuckle in response as the darkness starts to shift, lighten, become a scene. 

You've yet to get used to seeing yourself in an outside view like this. You're in your shop, hard at work organizing herbs and other ingredients. It's quiet, peaceful, but tiresome work. A shift. 

Now, you're in a larger space, grander, standing behind the counter as customers pour in and out of the busy location. You give directives to your full team of employees, who answer each order with obedient nods and words of acknowledgement. You're respected, admired for your work. People take pride in being able to visit your shop and buy your products. 

Another shift, a lavish party in some grand parlor, no, now a ballroom. You're the star of the evening, no one else can compare. Everyone there holds you in high regard, they're entranced. The gold and silver throughout the room cannot compare to your own radiance. 

Shift again, a surrounding of gold. Coins and treasures, you realize after a moment. All of yours, more than you can dream, more than you'll ever need. You have nothing to want for. 

Another. You're in your kitchen. It takes a moment to realize you're no longer watching, but living this one. There's the sound of feet pitter-pattering hurriedly down the stairs, a few children suddenly appearing and rushing past you with an exchange of giggles. Ready for breakfast and their days to start. 

As you face the stove again, a pair of arms wrap around your waist, a face burying into the side of your neck to press a kiss there. Some murmured apology you can't quite catch as your hand reaches up to grip one of the arms. The person, man, chuckles, releasing you to spin the two of you into a dance, humming a tune that's familiar and not at the same time. 

The children from before laugh from the other side of the room, sounding further off than that. You have everything you could ever want. Fame, fortune, notoriety, a family, someone who loves you—

"That's enough." You whisper, finally looking up into the golden eyes of the man. Serpentine. Out of place on his otherwise human appearance. "I thought I told you to stay out of my head."

The eyes widen, the smile on his face slipping. "I was just—it wasn't meant like that."

"It certainly seemed like it." You step back, crossing your arms over your chest as a poor attempt to shelter yourself. 

He frowns now, seeming to be thinking as he too, steps back. Leaning against the opposite counter. 

With his focus elsewhere, it all seems to freeze. Even the air itself seems to pause. 

He glances back to you after a moment. "Pacts, deals, bargains, they're... the typical way to be able to express ou-my, desires. They're the only way, for that matter." That last bit is muttered, softer than should be possible for a demon. And yet.

"You could try just saying them outright." You offer with a quiet huff. "Though what more you could possibly want beyond my being, I'm more than just curious about."

He stands upright then, eyes wide. He nods, finger wagging as he takes a step towards you. "There, you've said it there. That's what I want. You. All of you. Whatever you'll let me have. I'll take it." 

"I already told you I have no need for—" You halt as your heart jumps to your throat, words dying as suddenly he takes your hand and brings it to his face, cradling it against his cheek. 

"Not like that. Not how you're thinking. More than that, you mean more than that. Precious. Irreplaceable. Let me prove it. Please." He falls to his knees, gripping your hand for dear life. The scene around you ripples. "Please just, make a deal with me. Please."

You can only stare down at him with a sense of horror and utter disbelief. "I think that's enough pretending, Shapeshifter. You've made your point. You don't need to wound my pride any further."

You knew that if enough time passed between deals a demon would become desperate, but this was absurd, even for the game he was playing. To be down on his knees, practically begging you, the little human bound to him and not vice versa, it was one hell of a way to toy with you. 

"This isn't a matter of pride." The grip on your hand tightens, the scene wobbles dangerously. His next words are seething. "Is it so hard to believe I'm speaking with a sense of genuinity?" 

You look around for anything to pull you out of this fantasy entirely, relying on your words for the moment to keep the tension from falling. "Of course it is! You didn't just ask me that, did you? After all you've done? After what you've—" You find what you've been searching for, the weight of the small bottle heavy in your pocket. You grip it with your free hand, pushing the cork out with your thumb. 

"I, you're not, but I don't, this isn't..." He can't seem to find the words, but it's the, utter devastation in his tone that makes you hesitate then. 

You keep the bottle in your hand, looking down at him with a hardened gaze. "Can you say, with absolute certainty. That anything you've said to me is completely and entirely genuine? That you’ve meant it wholeheartedly, with no ill-intent?"

A moment. You give him just a moment. 

For you think if you gave him anything more you'd hear a response you can't handle. 

You rip the bottle from your pocket and splash the water over him, the effect is near instant. He hisses as steam rises from his form, now cowering against the pain as the scene starts to collapse in on itself. You need to be quick. 

The half-empty bottle smashes to the ground, and you kneel in front of him, picking up one of the broken pieces.

He catches on instantaneously. "Wait, don't—" 

You use it to prick your finger, hovering it above his ever-changing form. Switching between the illusion and reality. 

It takes a moment, but finally, a few drops fall down onto him, and he stabilizes with a gasp. 

The fantasy collapses completely and you suddenly find yourself back in your chair, having to take deep breaths to center yourself again. Once you do so, your eyes dart around the room, looking into each reflective surface. 

Not the mirror, not the clock, not the spoon, not the cup. A flash of fear wells up in you, you don't dwell on it. Come on, where—

"That stung." You turn. 

The window. 

You don't hide your relief, shoulders sagging. "That was the point."

You watch the faint shadowed form, faint, but only because of the light streaming in. Not wavering, not weak. 

"Thank you." He states, disappearing without another word. 

You wait a moment, and realize that he's actually gone this time. 

For now. 

You sit back in the chair, running a hand through your hair with a sigh. Then you pause, pulling your hand back to examine it. 

No mark. Not even the hint of a scar. 

You don't know what to make of that. 

And that's all you get for now, back into the drafts it goes, had a lot of fun writing for these prompts, can't wait to see what comes next :)

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[sillygoofyqueer]

I am a firm and wholehearted believer in the idea that, if put into a situation where the Lan rules either did not exist or not apply, Lan Xichen would go absolutely apeshit with the alcohol. The man was being trained to be a sect leader from basically the moment he could learn to read because his father certainly wasn't doing it, and he literally didn't have any real friends but Nie Mingjue. If anyone deserves a drink, it's this man. I was thinking about an AU where Wei Wuxian lived in the Burial Mounds as this sort of cryptid god creature (while listening to Transcendental Cha Cha Cha), and I was like "what if Wei Wuxian banned any rules but his own rules while in the Burial Mounds?" That spiralled into the Lans being like "we have to talk to this creature man thing but the RULES" and the twin jades being like "we got this, gang, we're so cool like that." However, the moment they step into the Burial Mounds and have greeted Wei Wuxian (who is decidedly chill if incredibly fucked up but so casual about it), Lan Xichen is like "PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY I NEED A DRINK" Of course, in his own Lan respectful way, even as Lan Wangji stares with a dropped jaw (slightly widened eyes, to be precise) at his brother, the pinnacle of the Lan Sect as the Sect Leader. Wei Wuxian does not care about the rules of the sect (of course he knows them, even as a cryptid creature thing) and is like "sure, pal" Next thing anyone knows, Lan Xichen is a bottle into whatever Wei Wuxian has on hand and is ranting to what he believes is another human about the shit he has to put up with (his words exactly), but what is actually a rock that Wei Wuxian drew an understanding expression on - just to see if Lan Xichen would notice the change.

[pagesinmylife]

Anyway if you’re looking for something fun to read about Tom Riddle haunting Harry Potter and accidentally learning how to love someone check out my fic Lovely Bitter Water

[art-of-a-space-duck]

Artificial Condition - Murderbot

For the full resolution image, click here.

Under the cut are clues to what everything means.

Not all of these are references, but a lot of them are.

If something has a unit next to it, convert it to one you’re more familiar with.

The coordinates and cargo amounts are Dewey Decimal.

Those seemingly random pairs of numbers and letters are text converted to hexadecimal.

The binary means nothing.

If you don’t know what an image is, it’s probably related to quantum mechanics.

[dustbon]

It's been a few days since the party got to know K'ité. The prince decided to let them live and dig holes around, but he doesn't trust them enough to lead them to a temple.

He hangs out the most with Milo (of coURSE), and it's been really cool because he gets to learn more about his culture. Uh, on the other hand, the military guys are having a bad time.

Oh, and our boss died. Not gonna lie, he won't be missed.

[jacenotjason]

first school doodle of junior year and its accidental gay

[blarefordaglare]

Fan Joy July day 6

This one’s by @cheatsylu

Link: https://www.tumblr.com/cheatsylu/747325585341218816/for-a-request-lu-triple-threat-i-bet-theyd-be?source=share

I really love the line art in this one and I feel it just fits the color palette in such an aesthetically pleasing way! The way you also added the details (Feathers, Hyrule’s soul leaving his body, Legend checking his pulse) was also very enjoyable to look at. Overall I really enjoyed this piece :)

___

“Is everything okay in there?” Time’s voice made its way through the doorway, adding to the panic in the room. 

Hyrule could feel his soul leaving his body, the pain too much to bear. He could feel his nerves numbing from the hit, his muscles relaxing as he lay limp on the cool wooden floor. He stared blankly at the ceiling, questioning how his life choices came to this. He could feel the cold fingers of Legend on his wrist, checking if he was still alive.

He felt dead.

Death by pillow. 

“What have you done?” Legend’s voice was barely a mumble, a quiet number against the panic still buzzing in the room, “You killed him-“ He felt the faint heartbeat of the traveler, “Well close enough.” 

Wild could only stare at his hands. He never knew that he was that formidable, even more so compared to the heroes of his past-not that he knew that yet, “I didn’t know!” 

Legend could only facepalm as he watched Hyrule come back to the land of the living, “No more pillow fights with you,” he gave a tired glare at Wild, “Ever.”

“That’s fair.”

[remlionheart]

i uhhhh sort of, um, accidentally... um, wrote a yandere!Dazai x yandere!femOC with ummm gunplay....?? if I made it into reader x Dazai, would you guys want to read it?

[feraltvman]

My connection crashed when I walked up to you, what do you have to say for yourself?

Answer carefully, it'll affect my rating >:|

It just really wanted its pizza

[puffballwarrior-blog]

FKSKFKKW IN TEARS OF THE KINGDOM IF YOU TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF IN GERUDO TOWN THEY THROW YOU IN JAIL AND DONT LET YOU OUT UNTIL YOU PUT CLOTHES ON LMAO

[shenenenigans]

“Can’t you remember what she looks like?”

“It was a long time ago. I… I don’t know, it’s just… her face is so blurry.”

“Maybe it’ll come back to you one day. You can tell me anything, you know?”

“Yeah, thanks… I— appreciate the help, Numa.”

“Mm. Let’s go back to sleep, okay?”

this is her real face btw…

@bluemoonscape @aakaneeee @rockwgooglyeyes @4listr @paradisedisconcert @pwippy @nottoonedin @apriciticreveries

[lornteeleaf]

Commander Week: Day 1 Race

Iowey Lorn was human. Had been human, all her life. Growing-up-in-Divinity's-Reach human. Every-day-at-the-Shrine-of-the-Six human. Praying-to-Lyssa human.

Praying. For her mother to serve Lyssa well. For her to serve the godess well. For the gods to make her mother whole again, not sick by her own making. To not have to gather her mother up at the tavern tonight. For her mother to at least be able to walk still. Thats what she prayed for as a child.

For the other children to stop pointing at her and laughting. For her bones to stop hurting, her bones and the flesh around it and the skin. For the tears in her skin to fade, not be so deep red and purple anymore. For her shoulders to finally even out. For the other teens to stop calling her an Ettin, waiting for a second head to sprout.

Only some thing she prayed for came true.

The stretch marks faded, now only faintly blue and shimmering like expensive gossamer. It would take years for her bones to stop hurting eventually, and even far into adulthood she would feel the ghost of the well known pain, her body reminding her of their struggle. Her shoulders still hurt the most, even as they had come to the same hight.

The other teenagers and children stopped calling her an Ettin. They still called her a freak, but she got used to that as well. Iowey felt like a freak, when she stood 6 feet tall in her 16th year. She would grow another foot after. But in her 16th year it was, that her best friend, Jessica, blond and bright and ever by her side, came home from the Durmand Hall with a new book.

She meant well, not mocking Iowey, just wanting to help her find an answer, when she put the book down in front of her. »I found it today. Thought you might want to look at it.« her voice was kind and soft as always. As she went downstairs, taking on their shared shift at her fathers Tavern, Iowey opened up the flimsy paper backing of the book. 'A dissertation on the crossbreeding of humanoid species.' She flipped it shut. This could not be real. Just the possibilities that this title spawned into her mind made her stomach drop. With shaking hands she opened it again, and started reading. Just a few sentences each page, until she picked something up that sounded helpfull.

'The possibility of human and norn compatibility.'

She read further. The author thought it possible.

More and more of her mothers drunken rambling returned to her, long pushed away into dark corners of her mind. Giada Lorn hadn't had the best relationship to her godess, but she had always spoken fondly of her travel through the Shiverpeaks, trying to find even the farthest human settlements and bring Lyssas blessing to them. It had been Lyssa that send her there, through a dream. At least that was what she had slurred into Ioweys ear, more them once, recounting the one moment her godess had reached out directly. Only she had spared the details. When Iowey had dared to ask questions, Giada had gotten silent quickly and cold as ice.

Iowey knew little about her mothers travels. But she knew that she had been born somehwere north of Hoelbrack, over two years into Giadas travel and only few weeks before she returned to the human city.

Her father had never been a topic to speak of. The once she had asked, a bottle broke. She didn't dare ask a second time. But now, a thought crept into her mind. What of she was not just a freakish creature? What if her spine that was too long, her shoulders which were too broad, were simply too long and too broad for a human? What if they were a perfectly fine size for a Norn?

The author of the book in front of her not only thought it possible, they had proof. They mentioned subjects of their study, people like her, at home on the edges of the Siverpeaks, where human and Norn populations mixed. there was a list of attributes, higher strenght, higher tolerance for cold, difficulties in growth, the adverse shape of bodies. Difficulties in fertility too, though that was not of interest to Iowey.

She closed the book and showed it under her pillow. The others would still think her a freak. But she knew better now. Her feet were not too large anymore, as she ran down the creaky stairs to join Jessica behind the bar.

[rueclfer]

im down a following and im worried that i accidentally unmooted someone and im looking through my list trying to figure out who it is but IDK WHO IM MISSING

[awesome-wordspren]

Over break, the dog was out in the snow with my dad and he asked me to toss him a towel to dry the dog off which resulted in this

Which ofc, I sent to my little online people

One of whom promptly sent back this

And I was like no I meant, there's a towel on there

I have since received many more towel on light pics such as these

[kamydrawstuffs]

Don't mind me, just playing Baldur's Gate 3 as Aaravos...

[kittenkes]

Oops I forgot to put panties on before I left the house 😏