#it's fine. it's FINE.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

i’ve fallen into a very specific rabbit hole over the past week

insp for macaque’s design from @/theandrosaur and @/lunasdestiny (but i take responsibility for the mask)

[spockvarietyhour]

That's a pass form me on the Section 31 movie

[fooltofancy]

dps in raids is fine even if i don't know what the fuck i'm doing 'cause there are so goddamn many dps running around that unless you're fucking up in absolutely insane ways nobody notices.

TANKING SCARY.

[medullaobligatus]

These pants I got are. A bit small and I need to survive the day with the help of my coat.

[astromechs]

ok icon change for new year, i'm rotating blorbos again

[quietwingsinthesky]

i don't think any of you doubted me when i said i had like 70000 of these things on my computer but. you know. just in case. i would never joke about my stupid fanfiction hoard.

[draconicshinx]

playing a durge playthru of bg3 and trying to romance astarion. finally got the cutscene where he tries to bite you

I may have fucked up

[knifegremliin]

crying and shaking because art fight starts. tomorrow.

[notjusthespongenextdoor]

Just. Holding my head in my hands. But the point is that a human made it. The whole point is that a human made it

[voerman]

gauntlet of shar had some wacky fucking level design that had me spending ages backtracking and looking up whether I'd glitched something TWICE

[neonganymede]

There's something so disconcerting about knowing you're not somebody's first choice. You're the one they're settling for, the one they would easily trade out for their preferred option, and you just have to live with that.

[artdecosupernova-writing]

OC Kiss Week Day 4: Charm

WIP: Darkspace Portent series Pairing: UUHHHHH Timeline: I like to think this would've happened any time during or after Eternal or Aurora but woefully (uh oh I like this pairing too much SCREAM) this is AU material lmao yeah idk wtf is happening here CW:  Rating: T Words: 877

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Guetry, halfway down the main corridor of a derelict ship, caught sight of a very familiar, very solid and stern figure marching around the corner and in his direction. Guetry swore, a sharp hiss jumping from between clenched teeth as he attempted to duck into an alcove only halfway alighted with control panels.

As predicted, too little too late. The figure barreled around the corner, gripping him around the throat with one hand and slamming him into the bulkhead hard enough to make a point but not enough to do any real damage.

"You have got to be the densest human I have ever had the misfortune of meeting," the obhelian growled, right in Guetry's face, close enough that his impossible heat permeated his muscles and slight amount of which Guetry was taller meant nothing.

"That can't possibly be true," Guetry gasped.

"Five years I have searched for that allegiant syndicate." Thrive leaned closer, almost nose-to-nose with Guetry. "Five years I've scoured the Milky Way for their leader, and it's all undone by the brainless actions of a showboating braggart."

Guetry grinned, though he still had trouble focusing beyond the tingling in his skull and the dots beginning to blink in and out of his vision. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said about me."

Thrive wasn't taking the bait. He released Guetry's throat but immediately pinned him to the bulkhead with an arm across his shoulders instead. The rage that flashed behind his eyes only rivaled the venom in his voice by fractions of a degree. "If I have to spend another five years catching up with them, I will do nothing short of separating your vertebrae one by one with my teeth."

Hesitating, Guetry's smile dropped from his face. "It's not like I did it on purpose, gorgeous."

Thrive watched him for a hair too long in silence. His jaw tensed, and his nostrils flared. "I tire of you."

"Do you?"

"I suggest you pick up the pieces of this ship," Thrive murmured, "and you get as far away as you physically can. I will be gracious enough to give you a head start."

Once released for real, Guetry's gaze darted to Thrive's mouth. He dragged it back to his eyes with no real haste. Thrive appeared to notice this, but he turned and strode away before Guetry could say anything else.

—

"You can't be that mad at me if you're stalking me all the time."

The human delegate's office was supposed to be empty, as Guetry expected it to be, but somehow finding Thrive pacing the space was as unexpected as it would've been had he sent him a message announcing his whereabouts hours prior.

Thrive turned from the window overlooking a park in the Centrum, brows pinched and hands clasped tightly behind his back. "I needed assistance. Seeing as how my main mission went sideways several days ago and all."

Guetry chuckled and jogged down the shallow steps to try his luck at getting closer. "Look, doll...if I knew you were trying to weed out that syndicate, I never would've wasted the damn ship. I have jobs to do too, y'know, which is kinda why I'm here."

To his surprise, Thrive moved closer as well. "These names you insist on calling me are pathetic efforts to distract me from what's really going on here."

A chill shot down Guetry's spine and he wildly delighted in the fact that they both came to halt merely inches away from one another. "Ooh, it's a big conspiracy, now, is it? The entire galaxy is working tirelessly to make sure the obhelian has a bad day."

A challenging shine passed over Thrive's eyes. "You seem to be under the impression that your charm is substantial enough to get you out of dire predicaments. You're sorely mistaken."

Guetry glanced at his mouth once again. "I dunno, man...it's gotten me this far, hasn't it?"

Thrive arched an eyebrow in the ensuing deep, weighted silence, and Guetry's heart pounded at a thousand miles an hour. The charge between them could likely be felt in the ships orbiting the space station awaiting docking instructions, and Thrive did absolutely nothing to quell it. He remained in Guetry's space, posture rigid, expression expectant.

Without thinking much more about it, Guetry took Thrive's head in his hands and pressed their lips together. Neither of them exuded passion or any type of emotion other than the high that they both got from doing something so utterly pointless and stupid in the human delegate's office.

But Guetry felt the spark in the pit of his core. He knew it was right, and he couldn't pinpoint how, but he laughed into the kiss and only proceeded to take it further when Thrive reached up to angle his face properly.

Guetry pulled away after several seconds. "Mm," he purred, swiping a thumb over his own bottom lip and clutching the back of Thrive's neck. "Didn't think you'd go for that, old man."

"Keep the names to a minimum," Thrive muttered. "...It may not be the last time."

When the delegate walked in, Guetry stepped back, and though it was the last time he saw Thrive for a long time, it certainly was among the most memorable.

[deermouth]

aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA

[makingshortstorieslong]

I love writing

[authorityissues]

over-snacked but im telling myself it's fine cuz it was just leftover salad and tofu -__-