#might add to this later idk

[crimsonphantasmagoria]

Just a small post with some of my predictions for Veilguard, we'll see if I get literally any of them right.

I don't think we've seen the last of Flemythal, she went very quietly to her death for a woman who is adament on getting revenge on those who wronged her. I think there has to at least be a plan. And as she has said before, all she needs is a small piece...

I think the choice of which city to save in act 1 will decide which Evanuris you're going after later in the act. From trailers it seems Ghilan'ain is attacking Treviso, and so I think Elgar'nan is attacking Minrathous. Not sure if you'll be going after the one you don't attack, or the one you did, but this will likely lead to very different 1st acts depending on your choice. And probably very different acts 2's as well!

There will, at the very least, be an optional Solas fight, if not a mandatory one. Gotta give closure to the people who hated him. There may be a way to talk around it though, Bioware has done that in the past.

I think we won't have a choice in whether the veil comes down or not. If we did, we end up in another Mass Effect 3 situation if they ever get to make another game, where they either have to choose a 'canon' ending or somehow write multiple different game settings into one story. In this case, that would probably mean making it so that if there's no veil it barely makes any difference to the setting at all, which would be an incredible let down. So, I don't think we can choose this one. Don't know which world state they'll decide to leave us in though.

I think we will get to finally actually make the choice to save or stop Solas. Given how important he's been to the last two games, I think his story needs to be done by the end of this one, but that doesn't have to mean death (though that would be a form of closure). He could, for example, decide to vanish into obscurity with a romanced Lavellan. I won't lie, as a person who romanced him completely blind while Inquisition was new, I want the option, because I didn't deliberately choose the tragic romance. This one's iffy though, they may decide that they only want the bittersweet ending.

Finally finding out what happened to Felassan. He's almost certainly dead, but there's still a part of me that hopes against hope that the ambiguous ending of the Masked Empire wasn't him being killed.

Dorian and Maevaris as Shadow Dragon contacts. They already sort of take the role in Tevinter Nights, so I'm hopeful. And it's confirmed Maevaris is in the game. Fingers crossed!

I'm not convinced that Solas didn't let us intereupt his ritual. Like, let's get this staight, he's fallible, he's not a master manipulator - but to not even assign a few agents to guard the door? After what happened with Corypheus and the Inquisitor? He's not a foolish man. It seems careless, at best. Though it might have been because he doesn't actually want to do this, so it might have been deliberate self sabotage. Who knows?

[thebest-medicine]

What Fandoms are you willing to write for for the sentence starters??? Just curious

Thanks for asking! I'm open to probably more than I would normally be for a full blown fic and I'm feeling inspired and wanting to flex my creative muscles so! Let me put together a little list here of things I have seen / would be open to writing for:

Current main obsessions / insp:

My Hero Academia

Critical Role (Campaign 2)

Live action:

Our Flag Means Death

Supernatural

Yellowjackets

The Wilds

Doctor Who

The Last of Us

GOT / HOTD

Marvel / MCU

The Boys

Cartoons:

The Legend of Vox Machina

My Adventures with Superman

Steven Universe (+Future)

The Owl House

Gravity Falls

Avatar the Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

Inuyasha

Yashahime: Princess Half-Demon

Invincible

Dungeon Meshi

Book series:

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Chronicles of Ancient Darkness

RELIC (Maz Maddox)

The Girl and the Sea

Some older school stuff I also loved and am open to trying:

American Dragon Jake Long

Danny Phantom

Kim Possible

Frozen

Moana

Spirited Away

Teen Titans

Young Justice

I feel like I'm forgetting some so y'know, always feel free to ask! If I know of it and think I can make it work? Yay! If not, no harm!

[kindred-spirit-93]

hilals eyes are a dark brown, and in the sunlight they glow faintly the colour of brownies and salted caramel (diana's favourite dessert)

although a daughter of hades, she inherited little of his physical attributes. she does however have his large round eyes and a gaze that strikes terror and dread into ones core. a death glare if you will..

her resting face is blank, cold and uninviting. plenty of campers avoid her for fear of being struck by some unknown force. those who do venture however are taken aback at the warmth and life she radiates.

the irony is that she is naturally very expressive, but she rarely allows herself to show her emotions so openly. it makes her uncomfortable and shes not a little self conscious. what a coincidence that diana can read her like an open book.

[084392]

a minimal amount of bw2 bianca centric? nuvema trio hcs....

as her friendships with hil and cheren start to...fall thru she kind of? tries to distract herself with her work..

it made juniper a bit sad to see the drifting apart happening...like. she'd ask bianca how hil and cheren were doing sometimes and over those two years bianca stopped...being able to give a real answer...soon enough juniper stopped asking entirely.

juniper sent bianca all the way down to aspertia to give the bw2 player their starter, yes....but also...she mayyy have heard about the new gym leader in town and thought it could be nice for bianca to possibly see one of her old friends again...

[xan-the-emo-trans-man]

I have this obsession with bare skin

The way it looks so empty, the way I want to fill it with something forbidden 

I can’t help the way it makes me feel

I can’t help the thoughts it inspires 

I can’t help the way I’m so entranced with how my skin fits on my body 

It’s so bare, I need something fill the space

I want to feel the sting and hear my cries as I fill the space 

It shouldn’t be empty, not now not ever 

How must I fill the space? 

I don’t know why these thoughts plauge my mind

I need something else to occupy it instead 

It’s a constant reminder whenever I see skin as bare as mine

I can’t help the obsession I have seeing my own skin I haven’t yet tarnished 

I hate the feeling of nothing there

I run my hands over it, feel how smooth it is without my own interference 

I feel dirty with nothing there, I feel like I’ve done something wrong

Have I done something wrong speaking these words out loud?

I can’t get rid of my urge to ruin my skin

ruin it to a point its unrecognizable

fill the space fill the space fill the space

oh if only I had the strength to fill the space

[favesblog]

things i want to pet but never will bc i know it's a bad idea:

1. shark

2. bear

3. alligator

4. tiger (all bigs cats actually)

5. skunk

[witches-and-windchimes]

As you may have seen here today and occasionally on my main account, sometimes I find it amusing to watch terves clowning.

So here are my ground rules for staying safe when speaking to terves (and other clowns)

Keep the ball in your court - don't go starting fights in their notes/asks. If they show up in your notes it's up to you whether you let them stay. If a post of yours breaks containment it's time to stop. Delete, block, disengage etc

Practice good internet safety - if you're susceptible to doxxing, don't start fights with people who want you dead. I only engage with terves on platforms where my identity is anonymous

Only allow clowns to stay in your notes for as long as you find it entertaining. If it stops being fun, disengage (see rule one)

There is nothing funnier than seeing a hate essay someone's written and blocking/deleting without reading

[queewp]

bill wanted to see Ford fly, not fly with him, smh

bill MIGHT have a fear of heights

[vypridae]

@kevin-ibw’s moon is basically a contortionist with the silly ways he can bend their body

+ no shading vers:

[rachiebeee]

they are best friends and siblings and i love them both so dearly. featuring piercings bc i stand strong in my belief that they would

[mossypidder]

FINISHED MY LIST OF PROMPTS, GUYS

If anyone uses these, please feel free to @ me, I’d love to see how people interpret them. I guess you could also just use a tag. #piddermermay I guess? Idk. I’ve never done anything like this before.

[doctorho]

this one is for eveyone who needs some extra love around these times.

Viktor knows better than he'd like that life isn't always...pretty. Or simple, or easy, or fair. No matter how hard most of Piltover seemed to pretend that there was something magical in the midwinter turnpoint that made everyone suddenly forget the suffering and misery and the complexities of real-life situations, he knows that's not the case.

Which is why he doesn't ask stupid questions when you stay at the Academy over winter break. He doesn’t pry; he doesn’t need to. It's evident enough in the way you preoccupy yourself with work that it's something you'd rather not discuss. You're focusing harder than usual, and he's familiar enough with what that precarious, tight-knuckle grip on being okay.

And Viktor?

Well. Viktor's more than happy to be a distraction.

When he gets to the lab, mid-morning, you're already there. He's not exactly surprised; he'd anticipated this. Maybe even hoped for it. He'd worked with you for a while now and grown exponentially more attached to your company - not that he'd told you the extent of his affections. But he'd get to that. Hopefully.

He came prepared with two warm drinks and still-steaming pastries, and he silently starts unloading those to the common desk that had been designated as the makeshift kitchen of the room.

"Good morning," he says casually, "I brought breakfast." He thinks of adding if you want some, but upon reflection, doesn't. There's a fine line between respecting someone's free will and pushing them to make good choices, and he's currently erring hard to the side of I don't know if you've eaten anything yet today but you definitely should.

You only hum in response, not lifting your eyes off your current project.

In response to this, he hums back and tilts his head, studies the organized mess on your desk; circuit boards, either half-assembled or half-taken apart, he's not sure, stripped wires, a steaming soldering iron. Your hands, shaking a little.

He places the drink intended for you on your desk, just annoyingly out-of-reach, and waits for you to look up.

"When was the last time you ate something?" he asks, holding up the pastry now that he has your attention.

"Why does that matter?" you ask, reaching for the takeaway cup on the edge of your desk. Viktor leans the handle of his cane to block your reach, which makes you look up at him. Properly.

"Just trying to determine if I should make you take a lunch break while I'm bothering you, or if the pastry will suffice."

He lifts his eyebrows, waiting for you to answer.

You shift in your seat. He can hear your back crack in several places, and not in the pleasant type of way.

"Last night," you answer, leaning back with a sigh, then quietly add, "I think."

Viktor reaches over to turn off your soldering iron. "Lunchbreak it is, then. These can be dessert."

"I'm fine-" you start, and he lifts an eyebrow.

"I don't believe you," he says, completely casually, "I think you're pushing through low blood sugar to get this-" he gestures towards the desk, "finished, and I can tell you it's much easier to make mistakes when you aren't thinking clearly."

When you're quiet, he continues, picking up your coat and offering it to you. "You can trust me on this," he says, "I have more than enough experience."

You take a deep breath and sigh it out, feeling somewhat like a toddler.

"I promise you can go right back to poking at this later." He adds, and you slowly take the jacket from him.

"Good," he says, "I know a place."

It's a careful dance, and he knows this; he doesn’t want to push you. But he's been there, and he doesn’t want you to suffer more than absolutely necessary. And he really does know a place.

He re-packs the drinks and the pastries, and you follow him to a nearby cafe-and-drink-cart that's serving small steaming dishes outside. They're serving small steaming cups of - stew? Soup? And warm bread filled with different things, and you hadn't really noticed it before, but now that you were looking at - and smelling - the food, you were starving.

By the time you've registered the selection, he's already ordered for the both of you, and then the guy at the cart is offering you a brown paper bag and Viktor is moving again, and you take a few hurried steps to catch up with him.

"Where are we going?"

You can see him smile before he answers.

"Well," he says, "I was thinking we could take advantage of the great hall being empty, and eat there." He turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised, "I can only imagine how displeased the Academy Staff would be if we risked dirtying their marble floors with common food."

"Oh, really, you can only imagine?"

He shrugs, grinning. "Are you insinuating I have experience with matters such as these?"

"Yes," you answer, opening the paper bag to study its contents while you walked.

He hums in answer. "I am shocked by your accusations." He says, then, clearly fighting a smile, "I would never get caught breaking such a boring rule."

You smile now, too. "Right," you answer, "only the interesting ones."

The way he glances at you and smiles is more than enough of a response.

He stops at one of the long tables at the grand hall, and as he shrugs off his jacket and sits down, you place down the paper bag and do the same. He starts unpacking the contents of the bag, focused, placing down steaming bowls with a spicy scent to them, paper-covered wraps of something, utensils, and smaller bowls of... something colorful. Spices? Toppings?

Viktor opens the containers one by one, making the contents of the single takeaway bag look like a pretty impressive feast.

And you study him as he moves. Careful, confident in his movements, calm. While your insides felt like they were trying to hide, and had felt like that for... a good while now, he was calm like any other day. A rock-solid presence in the otherwise empty room.

"Are you not going to ask me?" you ask, "why I'm working through the winter break."

Viktor's only imminent reaction is the gentle lift of a single eyebrow.

"No," he answers, casually, and it sounds simple when he says it like that.

He meets your eyes, and that feels simple, too; because he is here, too.

It doesn't have to be any more complicated than that. He unwraps a folded paper napkin with careful fingers, and then places a steaming-soft bread in front of you.

You look at him for a moment, and then take a bite of the bread. It is soft and warm and heavenly, and when you taste the stew-soup-something, it's like it warms you down to your soul. You eat in silence; but it feels like there's a gentle bubble of understanding surrounding you.

You hold the warm bowl, and slowly, your hands shake less and less. The tension around your head gives away a little, too.

"Do you like the snow?" Viktor asks, and you follow his gaze out the window.

"I probably shouldn't," he continues, "the cold isn't exactly gentle on me. But it is pretty, I can't deny that."

You hum in answer. "Yeah," you agree with a small sigh, "it is beautiful."

His eyes meet yours, and he tilts his head.

"Do you want to break another rule?" he asks, something michievous curling at the end of his words.

You tilt your head in response. "A more interesting one?"

"Infinitely," he responds with a smile, and you're already on your feet.

And that's how you end up breaking into the roof of the Academy with him. Or, it's probably not technically breaking, since he has the keys, but you definitely aren't supposed to be in there, so that's what it feels like.

It also feels... breathless. And not just because it feels illegal, but it's... it's beautiful, and he holds your hand in the dark stairway and doesn't let go when he guides you to the expanse of the roof, and there's snow floating down all around you-

and for a moment, it feels like you're the only two people in the world, surrounded by a gentle blanket of snow and silence.

Or... not-silence. There is a song softly floating through the air, like it's being reflected in the snowflakes all around you.

And Viktor is offering you a hand.

You furrow your brows as your head catches up with your heart. "Are you asking me to dance?"

"Would you say yes if I was?"

And that was the question, wasn't it;

would you?

Your head tries to butt in with should you, but... something still-soft and light in your heart comes in way too solid with a yes.

Yes, you would.

So you take his hand, and meet him halfway to an embrace. He pulls you close to his chest, and the dance is as gentle as the snowfall around you; just a soft sway from side to side, breathing in sync with the music.

And Viktor isn't sure if this is a good idea, but... you look like you're further away from that edge now, no-longer shaking, and... he hated seeing you in your head that deep, and if he could do anything to help you find your way back to yourself, he'd do that.

It feels a little selfish, this dance, but... it was difficult to justify that when you were in his arms, breathing calm and even.

"I really am fine," you tell him quietly, and he runs a hand up your back slowly. You swallow. "Or I will be, at least."

"I know," he breathes out, and he means it.

You close your eyes, and believe it.

[birdnaps]

Who's ready for Mastermind? Not me! Have a short fan animation of Stolas while you wait. EDIT: Gifset version in the read more.

I have been working on this fan animation on and off for months. It's the biggest animation project I have ever done, and it was never supposed to be as big as it got. And it's only seconds long jashdfgjhg. It was just supposed to be a quick sketch to try out animating in CSP for the first time. I wish I could give it some more work and add/fix some things, but I'm so tired and need other projects.

[angelwishess]

That one trend on tiktok except the “Last Look” is during their confession :3

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[milf-harrington]

hi i wrote a short little something inspired by this post bc it wouldn't leave my head

season 2 canon divergence, in the aftermath of Steve being taken in by Hopper (don't ask me why it's happened, bc i dont know it's just how the story took shape in my head)

--

Steve was pulling a pizza out of the oven when El drifted into the kitchen, bumping hear head against his arm like one of the Henderson's cats. Her hair was starting to curl at the ends, longer than when he'd met her.

"Can you please tell Hop to go to the store? We are out of Eggo's."

She was already holding the walkie when he turned to give her a look, eyes wide and quietly expectant in that intense way of hers. He rolled his eyes, sucking pizza sauce off his knuckle as he reached for the walkie.

They had a quiet stare-off as he held the button down.

"Hey Hop, you there? Over."

Soft static buzzed through the speaker as El leaned further into him, turning her gaze away to inspect the pizza, before Hopper's voice came through with a crackle.

"I'm working." A pause, and then a reluctant: "Over."

He and Hopper shared a similar opinion on walkie-talkie etiquette, but the kids were insistent so they did their best. El looked from the walkie and back to Steve without blinking. He sighed a short laugh. Pressed the button again.

"Jane needs you to go to the store. Over." Better to use her other name if he was working.

"Eggo's?"

"Eggo's."

Satisfied that her demand request had been passed on, El slipped out of the kitchen and plopped down in front of the tv, crossing her legs underneath her as the screen flickered to life. The remote remained untouched on the bench. She wiped her nose with her sleeve.

"Well, I currently have an 18 year old in the back of my car and I'll have to run him to the station first." Another pause. "-ucks sake, over."

The words fell out of his mouth without any real thought, a years worth of comfort in himself dissolving any filter he might've had. "Is he cute?"

The walkie crackled. Steve wanted to smack himself in the head with it.

"My son wants to know if you're cute."

Oh, he was going to kill him, even if he did feel warm and fuzzy over being called Hops' son.

"Uh, I want to say yes, sir?"

There was a second of loud laughter before the walkie cut off and Steve pressed it to his forehead in silent mortification. From the living area, canned laughter from Happy Days burst out of the speakers like the universe was mocking him.

When he looked up, El was smiling at the screen in bemused wonder, colours flashing across her face.

He cleared his throat, eyes shut as he held down the button again. "Please remember the Eggo's on your way home, we're having pizza. Over and out."

He pressed the antenna down for his own dramatics, before quickly pulling it back out again so he could be reached for emergencies.

It wasn't that big a deal, it's not like he'd ever actually meet whoever had been in the car.

[tautozhone]

never will there be a better genre of media than “you can only get anything close to a fresh impression of this once when you first encounter it because knowing what happens next gives you entirely new understanding of what happened before”

like anything that you need an actual mind wipe to enjoy the same way as you did the first time. for it to be just as emotionally devastating. for every twist and turn to make you feel the same.