#master of none spoilers

[nonbinoclard]

they could never make me hate you, miss oranje

[ironspdr]

this man right here was so blissfully unaware that the events that were about to take place would cost him his life SIXTEEN years later

[swan2swan]

One thing that I loved in the Acolyte duel was that the Jedi stopped playing around once they started to realize just what they were up against (sadly, it was after most of them got slaughtered, but):

-Jecki wrestling with Mae in a physical battle and subduing her

-Jecki going on to bash the Stranger's cortosis mask apart with the hilt of her lightsaber

-Yord grabbing the broken helmet and using it against the Stranger's lightsaber by straight-up SLAMMING it against him

-Sol turning the whole thing into a fistfight

It was too late for them to win, but the Jedi all decided to Wake Up during that fight. Eager to see what happens the next time the Stranger tries to take on a Jedi...

[tweedfrog]

Everyone who thinks Criston Cole failing upwards is unrealistic in House of The Dragon needs to look at Halotus the food taster who had Emperor Claudius die on his watch (from poison ⁉️) and retained the food taster job under -> Nero and then when Nero died he somehow got a promotion to procurer under -> Emperor Galba like Criston is nowhere near the failure big leagues he needs to start accidentally killing more people and gaining even more promotions

[sakura-code]

Twin CEOs AU

Welp, thanks to a friend from the Makoyuma server, the brain rot I had for months now has become a new Makoto and Yuma AU, and that is the Twin CEOs AU where, you guess it, Makoto and Yuma are both the CEOs of Amaterasu. Mainly because I want to create an anti-villain/villain duo of Yuma and Makoto with a side of fluff, angst, found family, and redemption arc.

Premise: After Yuma was orphaned at a young age, the UG Research Facility took him in to use as a blueprint to create their Perfect Homunculus, and succeed in doing so. However, the Perfect Homunculus, naming himself Makoto, escapes the Lab and takes Yuma with him to Kanai Ward. Where they would both save the Homunculi and become the CEOs of Amaterasu to protect Kanai Ward, the Homunculi citizens, and each other.

At any costs.

[lanceappreciationblog]

Lance and Kingdra obtained!

[pumpkinnkidd]

poor little cat….. just like piendish

[alfiely-art]

Anyways on the topic of my last post do you guys ever think about the previous CEO. I completely forgot if we get to see him in-game. I want to make a design for him if we do not see him. He's just a silly dude yk. He saw Yomi and was like "oh yeah this guy is definitely a good fit to run my company" then Makoto appeared and he was like "I like you kiddo. Sure you can be CEO if you want you seem trustworthy."

He's just so unserious and I'm sad Yomi got him killed. Let me see the silly grandpa.

ALSO I wanna see Kurumi's grandpa. Idk he's just interesting to me!!!

Wait this is just what happened with me and Idabashi (Kiibo's creator) all over again huh

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 24

"What is this place?" Manon asked Glennis as she found the crone polishing the handle of a gold-bound broom beside the fire. Two others lay on a cloak nearby. Menial work for the witch in charge of this camp.

"This is an ancient camp-one of the oldest we claim." Glennis's knobbed fingers flew over the broom handle. "Each of the seven Great Hearths has a fire here, as do many others." Indeed, there were far more than seven in the camp. "It was a gathering place for us after the war, and since then, it had become a place to usher in some of our younger witches to adulthood. It is a rite we've developed over the years—to send them into the deep wilds for a few weeks to hunt and survive with only their brooms and a knife. We remain here while they do so."

Manon asked quietly, "Do you know what our initiation rite is?"

Glennis's face tightened. "I do. We all do." Which hearth had the witch she'd killed at age sixteen belonged to?

"You're not a cold person."

He arched a brow. "Is that your professional opinion?"

Manon studied him. "You can descend to those levels when you are angry, when your friends are threatened. But you are not cold, not at heart. I've seen men who are, and you are not."

"Neither are you," he said a bit quietly.

The wrong thing to say.

Manon stiffened, her chin lifting. "I am one hundred seventeen years old," she said flatly. "I have spent the majority of that time killing. Don't convince yourself that the events of the past few months have erased that."

"Keep telling yourself that." He doubted anyone had ever spoken to her that baldly-relished that he now did, and kept his throat intact.

She snarled in his face. "You're a fool if you believe the fact that I am their queen wipes away the truth that I have killed scores of Crochans."

"That fact will always remain. It's how you make it count now that matters."

Make it count. Aelin had said as much back in those initial days after he'd been freed of the collar. He tried not to wonder whether the icy bite of Wyrdstone would soon clamp around his neck once more.

"I am not a softhearted Crochan. I will never be, even if I wear their crown of stars."

He'd heard the whispers about that crown amongst the Crochans this week-about whether it would be found at last. Rhiannon Crochan's crown of stars, stolen from her dying body by Baba Yellowlegs herself. Where it had gone after Aelin had killed the Matron, Dorian had not the faintest idea. If it had stayed with that strange carnival she'd traveled with, it could be anywhere. Could have been sold for quick coin.

Manon went on, "If that is what the Crochans expect me to become before they join in this war, then I will let them venture to Eyllwe tomorrow alone."

"Is it so bad, to care?" The gods knew he'd been struggling to do so himself.

"I don't know how to," she growled.

Ridiculous. An outright lie. Perhaps it was because of the high likelihood that he'd be collared again at Morath, perhaps it was because he was a king who'd left his kingdom in an enemy's grip, but Dorian found himself saying, "You do care. You know it, too. It's what makes you so damn scared of all this."

Her golden eyes raged, but she said nothing.

"Caring doesn't make you weak," he offered.

"Then why don't you heed your own advice?"

"I care." His temper rose to meet hers. And he decided to hell with it-decided to let go of that leash he'd put on himself. Let go of that restraint. "I care about more than I should. I even care about you."

Another wrong thing to say.

Manon stood—as high as the tent would allow. "Then you're a fool." She shoved on her boots and stomped into the frigid night.

I even care about you.

Manon scowled as she turned in her sleep, wedged between Asterin and Sorrel. Only hours remained until they were to move out—to head to Eyllwe and whatever force might be waiting to ally with the Crochans. And in need of help.

Caring doesn't make you weak.

The king was a fool. Little more than a boy.

What did he know of anything?

Still the words burrowed under her skin, her bones. Is it so bad, to care?

She didn't know. Didn't want to know.

[clevervonskelli]

Okay, so hear me out:

The showrunners have made this the Buck & Bucky Show and made all the changes or narrative choices with the result of (at times, purposefully) sacrificing both authenticity and storytelling for a guaranteed, uber-shippable pair who will compensate for any criticism against the show by drawing in a solid number of people interested in watching the two gorgeous leads make eyes at and sacrifice for each other. That's why they're purposefully going with (what looks like it's going to be) a very typical "I'll stall, you go, save yourself!!" situation compared to the boring truth* of one of them being put in charge of security on the march.

*Lies!! IMO there is SO MUCH nuance to Egan being unable to run away from the march with Cleven simply bc he had the responsibility of military order and leadership to deal with.

[helladventurers]

There's something funny to me about the fact that i liked age of calamity's interpretations of the events and characters from botw so much that that i was actually disappointed to see master kohga and the yiga clan show up as antagonists again

[trashcanbutterfly]

!! CYTUS 2 SPOILERS !!

if you saw me post this like twice before no you didn’t

[jammerslayer]

The queers get the best most beautiful and heartbreaking standalone episodes. Long, Long Time in The Lasts of Us. San Junípero in Black Mirror. Thanksgiving in Master of None. A Life in the Day in The Magicians.

Stop making me cry! Ok I take it back, please don't stop.

[honeyvenommusic]

this week has been a weird shithell but wow if I didn’t just crack a song that I made a year ago or more in a deep depression hole that will makes no sense to anyone but me but damn is it compelling last night.

[kamajisplace]

I’ve been standing idly by waiting for this

The way Castlevania nocturne also show how talented Isaac and hector were

You have this priest who spit on his values to summon a machine from hell to forge hell spawn but can’t do more than two at the time every 4 episodes while hector and Isaac were making them pop up like ads on illegal streaming websites !

[gothy-froggy]

Astarion Headcanons

Fluff dating headcanons

This man deserves it. Astarion x Gn! Reader

(Bg3 Astarion spoilers?) + not proofread

As we know that Astarion is not used to this kind of treatment or care. For 200 years he used his body to lure people for his master. And was treated poorly on top of that. This is something he isn’t used to.

Small physical touch

A simple squeeze of the arm, putting a hand over his, Astarion craves for it.

They’re so simple, yet, holds so much meaning.

Such pure and innocent intentions behind them. Intimate, not sexually. Just so much emotion and such a strong connection from a simple touch.

He likes it.

Even a simple, quick or a lingering kiss is just so nice. Astarion has kissed, slept, and held many, but not like this. It’s quite exciting.

The feeling of his beloved’s finger softly running through his hair got a sigh of content out of Astarion. His eyes fluttered closed. The way the their fingers goes through his curls, barely scratching his scalp. It was peaceful.

This was peaceful.

“Star.” They whispered. Astarion opened his eyes. He sat up from laying on their lap, facing his partner. A shaky breath aired out as his eyes shut as they placed their hands on his cheeks, brushing along his jawline. No words were exchanged. None had to.

Their feelings, thoughts, and love for each other were so loud despite not one opened one’s mouth.

No words could describe how much they cared for another.

Astarion grew to return such acts with the intention and his feelings being present. It was difficult at first. It was…odd for him. It was either awkward in his mind, or the spiral to disgust and the feeling of tainted leaking through the cracks of his heart and mind, perhaps his soul at well.

But the reassurance from his lover always pulled him back.

Nicknames

The nickname given to him? Star. It was definitely a shock to him hearing that as his nickname. He can’t help but be a little flustered.

He loves it. Astarion would live for it. Astarion loved it even more once he figured out the reason why his lover calls him Star.

Of course, he calls his dear, love, treasure, other sweet pet names, but the one his love gave him doesn’t seem to be defeated.

The night was chilling as the stars twinkled, dancing in the moonlight. Astarion sat on a big rock with his lover. Their gaze focused on the balls of light in the dark sky. Astarion’s was locked onto them.

“Do tell, my dear. Why ‘Star’ as my nickname?” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. Their eyes meets his, a small, gentle smile appearing on their face.

“Your name has star in it. A-s-t-a-r-i-o-n. Stars twinkle, they’re beautiful , like you.” Astarion let out a huff. Perhaps a small scoff.

“Well, I am beautiful.” A charming smile plastered over his face. His lover laughed, placing a hand over his as they leaned forward.

“You’re my star.” They whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. Astarion paused, processing their words and the simple touches.

“You really are full of surprises.” Astarion whispered.

‘Their Star.’ He thought. It brought swirls of warmth inside his chest

Astarion’s love for the pet name Star becomes addictive. He gets slightly annoyed and disappointed when his partner doesn’t call him Star.

Hell, his treasure could even make him beg to be called Star if they wanted to.

It honestly irritates him how much he enjoys the silly little pet name. They really don’t hold much value or worth anything…or is that him and enslavement to Casador for centuries?

Nether the less, his love is here to show him what real is. What true love really is.

Perhaps the pet name is a spark of light for him.

His comfort (lover’s scent and warmth)

Nothing is more precious than holding someone with such passion. True passion.

Astarion struggled most on this. Surprising as it is, but the comfort involves holding someone. Being so close to their body with trust, letting your guard down,

But getting comfortable with having comfort is the most troublesome.

The fear of it being taken away becomes dread.

His nightmares are over, but they still plague his mind, making it hard to break through and open up. After a while, he did. He regrets not being able to break through before.

Whether it was a nightmare, or the utter crave of affection and his comfort, he always gets it. Astarion creeps into the tent, sliding an arm under his love’s, wrapped around their waist and pulling them close.

He presses his face into their neck, taking a slow and small sniff. Just smelling their scent, not just their blood, brought so much warmth and comfort. The warmth, the feeling of their body made all his stress move away. Astarion smiled to himself, pressing a lingering kiss on his lover’s shoulder, before whispering:

“Wherever you go, wherever you are..” Astarion paused, hesitant to continue as the fear and feeling of disgust creeps back in. Trying to pull him back to what he knows. Yet he fights it. The arm around their waist caused a small squeeze as he took a shaky breath before continuing.

“Is forever my home.” He whispered, forcing them out and choking over his words out.

“You are my true home.”

Maybe, just maybe, the fight for something new is worth it.