#my lad why are you like this

[firefly-factory]

"The degeneracy of the Empire is on display here in this room," or, "Ondolemar knows they'll never fire him"

Silly little comic based on this post by @skyrim-forever

Ondolemar knows that no one else wants to move to skyrim (even if Elenwen ordered them to) so he's basically irreplaceable.

Snippet of story below the cut, because the Ondolemar brain rot goes deeper than I care to admit. It's the same vibe as the comic, but extended a bit <3

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Ondolemar stood with his back to the wall, a drink in one hand while he chatted with one of the party-goers. She was a pretty mer with near-white hair and sharp gold eyes. It surprised him when she asked about the growing tensions with the Empire, but he had been happy to oblige with an answer. It gave him an excuse to ignore the dirty looks the First Emissary had been shooting him all night.

" . . .our needs. But make no mistake, this is not a peace forged out of necessity between rival nations of equal strength. It is more like the calm between storms. And the next storm, I think, will be far deadlier than the last."

The mer - he thought her name was Astra - nodded thoughtfully. But before she had a chance to say anything more, the First Emissary stepped in, interrupting the conversation.

"Ondolemar." Elenwen hissed, grabbing the mer by the elbow. "I need you to come with me."

She dragged him out into the hallway, closing the door behind them. After she ascertained that they were properly alone, she crossed her arms, scowling at him. Her overdone eyeshadow made her usually sour expression even more severe. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Simply talking to one of our guests about the future of--"

"We both know that's not what I'm talking about. Your shoes! Where are they?"

She gestured angrily at his bare feet. He wiggled his toes in response, but said nothing else.

Elenwen put her palm to her forehead, sighing heavily. "Such behavior is unbefitting a Commander of the Thalmor."

This time he actually laughed. "My behavior? The degeneracy of the empire is on display at this party, and you're concerned about my footwear? I doubt your 'esteemed guests' even noticed, with how suspicious they are of us and each other."

Elenwen opened her mouth again, as if to protest.

He cut her off, sneering. "And if you don't like it, good luck finding another commander who's willing to relocate to this miserable icebox of a country. Let alone one who is willing to give up the -barest- of creature comforts just to meet your standards of propriety."

He pivoted on one bare heel, striding back to the main room. Elenwen, for once, was speechless.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flower Empowered.

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[noodles-and-tea]

i love your modern merthur art so i have to ask, what do you think Arthur’s favorite and least favorite thing about the 21st century would be if when he’s revived?

I think (once he gets used to it) Arthur would really appreciate technology and playing easier Nintendo games (especially if Merlin can play with (for) him)

I think he’d also like binging tv or movie series and comfy clothes (he lives in sweats) and taking very long, hot showers (figures)

As for his least favourite things I think he would occasionally get homesick, less as he grows accustomed to his new life but he would definitely miss his friends and the knights and Gwen.

:(

[sysig]

Those wacky skeletons ♥ (Patreon)

[dawnbreakerluna]

my preference for sub!reader fics only is not a sexual kinky type of thing but rather a 'im the eldest child and i constantly worry about everything and became a caretaker too young which led to me maturing early to the point where i became perceptive of everyone's needs/feelings when it never should've been my responsibility' type of thing

[revasserium]

i’m CRAVING a sanji fic rn 🤤🤤

maybe something on showing affection with him? cause i feel like he’s kinda superficial with his affection when first trying to get with u, but then as the relationship progresses the affection becomes so much more.

well ur in luck bc i do have a sanji fic cookin currently but who knows how long it'll take me to actually finish... in the meantime... here are some sanji domestic/affectionate!headcanons bc why not

in the beginning, it would be the grand gestures -- always waking you up with a kiss and coffee (or tea, if you're sick, or just don't feel like coffee that day) and your favorite foods; a bouquet of fresh flowers (do not ask him how he obtains these in the middle of the ocean; he will not tell you and robin remarks loftily one day that you might not like the answer)

in the beginning, he'd tell you he loves you every single hour, lest you forget for even a minute, even though it's only been like... a week and you're not entirely sure what "love" means quite yet

and then, it'd taper off, not because the 'honeymoon phase' is over, but because he'd find other ways to show you -- other ways of tellin you he loves you without telling you in so many words

there's still breakfast, but sometimes instead of coffee or tea, there's a book that you mentioned you'd been wanting to read, there's an origami crane folded out of the napkin with such excruciating care it almost breaks your heart, there's a note written in his sloppy, slanted handwriting that he dreamt of you last night and couldn't figure out if he wanted to wake up to tell you or keep sleeping not to break the fragile dream

and the "i love you"s become something else too -- they become "how did you sleep, love?" and "i knew you'd be craving that" and "c'mon, drink up -- there's more where that came from" and "tell me about your dreams" and "funny, those sound an awful lot like my dreams too".

it'd solidify, this kind of love -- his kind of love -- into something much quieter than anyone might suspect. this kind of love that simmers, the kind of love that curls around you like a hot bath, that draws you in

it's the way he always saves the wishbone whenver he cooks up any kind of bird, how he always waits till everything is done and the kitchen's all cleaned up before pulling you toward the counter, to the tiny little bone with it's winged flanges, him holding one end, the other offered out like a promise (or a wish)

you've pulled so many between you that you've lost count of how many wishes you've made, until you're laughing and complaining that you're running out of things to wish for

"what do you wish for?" you ask one day, when you've tugged and sanji gets the wish, to which he only looks at you and says, "always the same thing, actually. always... just another day with you."

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Literally never recovering from that one scene where Zayne rolls his eyes at MC teasing him. Like just look at him

The little millisecond smirk when he does it

The way he rolls his entire head with his eyes

The sass is so strong with him I can't

[grimalkinscribbles]

Rizz lord

[yardsards]

i needed to express a sentiment in the creative stylings of @dunmeshiminimumwage

[sefynarose]

thinking of the boys and honestly?? just imagine since they traversed time and space for mc they have to be a little unhinged right? imagine the lifetimes that passed them by where they may have missed mc, weren’t able to find her or get to her in time before she dies in that timeline. the constant agony of searching forever for someone who is fleeting just like the sands of time. growing older and decaying only to be reborn again in a constant cycle. and never in the same place or at the same time. constantly having to travel the world to try and find her again. and the few lucky times mc is near enough for them to establish themselves in her life before they lose her again. but the time they get to spend with her is never enough and is so fleeting before they’re back to wandering the world looking for her soul again

[tetrapodomorpha]

i love you lungfish i love you sturgeon i love you paddlefish i love you mormyrid i love you bichir i love you arowana i love you arapaima i love you electric eel i love you catfish i love you lamprey i love you bowfin i love you gar i love you freshwater freaks i love you evolution's most wonderful and most unique children i love you so-called monsters

[ratatatastic]

"Funny enough I—like, if street hockey, ministicks, I always wanted to be a goalie too! Like, for some reason I always wanted to go in net. You know, probably because of [my Dad] and then, um, you know, once you get dinged a couple times and the shots get too hard you realise—then it's not so much fun after all so... Yeah, it was great he'd always—" "You probably wanted to be goalie 'cuz you're fucking crazy, man! Those guys are bananas! I actually went as a goalie in morning skate one time when I was suspended in the coast, and it was the scariest thing ever, bro. It's nothing like blocking a shot because you're literally just standing there, and these guys are shooting right at you. It's unbelievable!" "Yeah! You gotta get in the way of the stuff to save it! That's crazy! I know, and like obviously gear is like great and they don't really feel—but there is, like, that psychological thing going on where, like, you know, you wanna move out of the way 'cuz it's gonna hurt! I get—I mean, it must not hurt that much, like, 'cuz Bob's crazy, man! Bob loves taking—Well, I wouldn't say loves taking it off the head, but he doesn't hate it, like he—" "Feels good?" "You know, every once in a while—they hit him in the head and you go up and say sorry he's like, 'No, no! It's all good! I love it, I love it!!' and like, kind-of shoos you away so."

The Buzz Pod | 8.7.24 (x)

so speaking of banking pucks off bobbys head and how much he loves it flashback to that day in october of 23 where bobby was doing that for practise and managed to rope in matthew to the shenanigans to the utter confusion of everyone involved (x)(x)(x)(x)

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

There is an entire category of superhero that became a superhero because they wanted friends and I find it truly hilarious that the Young Avengers, arguably some of the most badass heroes in Marvel, all joined the team because they were lonely

[cheese-water]

The best option was to kill Ranboo. Everyone begging for him to “live” assumes that choice would be the merciful option is naïve for thinking Hatch would simply set him free. No he said verbatim that Ranboo would continue to be our plaything until they became “unusable.�� That isn’t being alive, that’s torture, especially for someone who was begging to be killed in the end.

People pushing for a 50/50 split are also naïve in the way Showfall Media operates. While we never know what would happen if the vote split, it wouldn’t of mattered anyway. Hell, it doesn’t matter that we choose to kill. What has been the constant sentiment throughout this series?

OUR CHOICES DO NOT MATTER

Ranboo was dead man walking before the show even began. Do you really think Hatch really is gonna let Ranboo die on his own accord just because twitch chat felt bad for him? NO! He is probably being reprogrammed as we speak, up and ready for their next show. None of this matters. All of this was for data on the newly implemented live audience Hatch installed to see how we would react to certain things.

How could Ranboo’s death be our fault, when our actions and emotions were also being used by Showfall Media?

Who says we weren’t just as trapped as Ranboo, only we get the privilege of remembering his death.

[gncrezan]

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[withacapitalp]

Out of This World

Read it on AO3 instead

Tw: Depression

There was a black hole inside of Steve. 

He would lie down flat on his back in the living room. The stone floor beneath him would pull his mind down from wherever it liked to drift to, and he would be able to focus enough to  stare at the ceiling, put his hands on his stomach, and breathe deep into the sensation. 

When things got really bad, it was like he could physically feel it. A dark mass that spread out from his core and swallowed everything around it. If he flipped over to lie on his stomach and press his cheek to the cold marble, then it would sprout out of his back like demon wings, menacing and grim. 

He had never told anyone about it, but he was sure everyone knew. That was the thing about black holes, they dragged everything towards them. He was a magnetic person, people were drawn to him, but when they got close and saw that there was nothing inside, they ran. The empty expanse living in Steve was terrifying. 

He was the only one who couldn’t escape himself. 

No matter what he did, inevitably he would be reminded of what was inside of him. He could try to be happy, but he had to remember it wouldn’t last. 

Steve could mess around with the kids, dance along to the radio with Robin, try and love the people who chose to stay with everything he had, but the black hole would always return. It would suck up whatever joy he had tried to grow, making it disappear in the blink of an eye, lost to whatever cosmos existed beyond the gnawing hunger in Steve’s stomach. 

It was like it was starving, like he was starving, but not for food. There was nothing Steve could give to make it go away, nothing that would satiate whatever was stuck inside of him. There was just the all encompassing need to have more, to get something that would kill the loneliness that lived there. 

And, when the people around him realized that they really couldn’t make that black hole go away, they left. They ran to keep themselves from getting pulled in, and Steve couldn’t blame them. He had spent most of his life trying to run from himself. 

Even now, lying in bed with Eddie late on Sunday morning, he could feel the first nudges of gravity shifting, the quiet stirrings of empty space needing to be acknowledged. 

There was a black hole living inside of Steve, and nothing he could do to change that.  

“God I swear it’s like you’re the sun,” Eddie sleepily whispered against his chest, unknowingly cutting straight through the icy black tendrils starting to creep up Steve’s spine. 

“The sun?” Steve said, feeling something finally touch the cold dark thing living in his stomach. 

“You just keep us alive and warm, don’t you Stevie?” Eddie mumbled, still half asleep, “Pull everyone into your orbit and make sure none of us go flying off into space alone,” 

Eddie was already starting to snore by the time Steve jogged himself out of his stunned silence enough to kiss the top of his boyfriend’s head and whisper a reverent declaration of love. 

Sometimes Steve felt like there was a black hole living inside of him.

And sometimes he was reminded not everyone saw it that way.