#no guarantees of course

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

There was no reason for Buck to be involved with the Diaz situation. No reason at all. Literally speaking, Buck has no reason to be there. Not his kid. Not his marriage. Not his parents. Etc.

And yet there was every reason for him to be there. That's his child. That's his partner. Frankly I think Chris would've asked to live with Buck and not his grandparents if Buck wasn't so close to Eddie and their lives weren't so intertwined (Chris wants to get as far away from his dad as he can right now).

Buck had no reason to be there. But Buck is family. So of course he was there.

[grahamcore]

this was will graham in his real housewives of baltimore era

[extasiswings]

Not to step in the Discourse for the nth time, but this show did not spend multiple seasons establishing that Eddie's relationship with Shannon was a fundamental part of him, that she was his first love, that her rejection and then loss wrecked him, and that he still isn't over it completely, for y'all to reduce everything about them down to "they got married because she got pregnant."

[thepurplewombat]

its always such a good moment when you're scrolling through a ship tag in a new fandom, and you see a name you know

and you're like, YES

because it's a favourite author from like, three fandoms ago, and maybe they were one of two (2) people who did your ship justice in that fandom and you just KNOW that their opinions on this new ship are going to be Correct

[monarchisms]

for the theater mode enjoyers: unfortunately, the entire series was taken down from rooster teeth’s website around a week ago:

as explained by chelsea, all of the episodes had to be taken down because rt lost the rights to the films that were used in the show. on the bright side, excluding the aux episodes, every other episode has been backed up to the internet archive. it’s separated by group: achievement hunter, funhaus, and cow chop.

[feroluce]

So I mentioned in the tags of this post about Sampo's character design the other day that looking at his splash art made me realize something sneaky about the bg and oh my god I thought I already couldn't possibly love him any more than I already do but this might just prove me wrong JAKSLFJKDLASJFK

So this is maybe? old news by now but I remember when Sampo was first leaked to be in Penacony, some fans were excited saying that it must be Penacony shown in his splash art, and not Belobog. And tbh I was trying to avoid story leaks, so I just kinda ignored it and didn't think about it any further...until I was looking at it to look at his chains.

But I think it IS Belobog shown here because if you look closely, you can see what looks to be a pile of snow in the bg, and even some on the rooftop! And snow isn't present on Penacony.

There's also the huge moon shown behind Sampo. And we never get to see the Belobogian night sky, but even in the hours that are locked in permanent nighttime, Penacony noticably lacks a moon. The buildings all look like they match Belobog architecture, too.

This one is a bit more questionable tbh, but. There's also this long horizontal structure in the bg-

-which I'm not 100% sure what it even is, but it doesn't look like any specific part of Penacony. But it DOES look like the official art of Belobog (everyone say thank you to @the-astral-express-archive for these pics; dude you're a lifesaver orz)

And if you will notice. The only place up high enough to look down on those structures,

the only thing taller than all the rest of the buildings in Belobog,

is the one establishment set dead center; Qlipoth Fort.

Which means this little asshole is shamelessly, gleefully breaking into the most important government building on the whole planet right in his splash art KFJLJSADKLFJKLDSJ

[slightlytoastedbagel]

the way that Vivid Bad Squad became a thing on a spur of the moment decision because "hey we both want the same thing and have this shared pocket dimension so we might as well???" and now they're the most important people in each other's lives who they're going to go around the world with and didn't even need to consider going back to the duos because they're a TEAM

[cold-neon-ocean]

My dogs my beloved dogs!! The first line of beastial spirit vine soldiers from my LoK AU. Created by Baatar when during experimentation, he discovered the spirit energy after being condensed causes the vines to react strangely to machinery and processed material. Turning the inorganic to organic.

These soldiers are comprised of spirit vines that have mutated in reaction to the condensed activated spirit energy and adhered themselves to the suits. Similar to "mimics" in a way, they can conceal their mouths fully so they're indistinguishable from human soldiers, though very astute earthbenders may notice they neither breathe nor have a heartbeat.

[goldensunset]

pokémon day approaches. i see these sorts of bingo memes pop up and i throw my own hat into the ring

[sergle]

aauAUAUUGHHHH I keep wanting to make stickers of the floral portrait series:

but I Keep Avoiding It whenever the thought comes up again, bc stocking all 12 pieces in any meaningful quantity would be like... ~1k all at once

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

I've been wanting to possibly go study in university again next year and there's like services that can help you with applying and stuff, and I'd really like to contact them and ask for some help but the devil is on my shoulder telling me that they will all point and laugh at me bc of what I want to study

[euphreana]

The Shape of Truth - Chapter 14: Monster

Masterpost

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Ambrosius tore through The Institute hallway, sword in hand. The Director was ahead of him, running for her life. It didn’t take long for him to catch her, and soon he had her shoved against the stone wall, sword at her throat.

“You killed Ballister.” Ambrosius growled. “There’s only one punishment in the kingdom for murder!”

“Mercy! Please!” The Director cried out.

“No. I couldn’t give mercy to Ballister, so won’t give mercy to you.”

He drew the sword back and rammed it home. Blood spurted, staining The Director’s white dress. She coughed reflexively. Bright red spittle splattered across Ambrosius’s face. Then through the pain, The Director smiled a cold, snake-like smile.

“Who’s the monster now?”

Ambrosius jolted awake. A string of dim lights draped overhead illuminated the room. He was in the hideout. It was night.

“Nimona?”

No answer. Ambrosius pushed himself half-upright on the couch. His heart was still racing. He rubbed a hand across his face, checking for blood. It was clean.

Ambrosius exhaled loudly and fell back onto the musty cushions.

Memories of the dream haunted him. He knew it hadn’t been real, but The Director’s words echoed in his mind.

Who’s the monster now?

Suddenly, the word that had triggered Nimona felt heavy. So much baggage from centuries of fear and contempt that had turned to disgust and outright hatred… It was terrifying to hear it directed at him. He’d felt justified in his dream though! He’d been enacting judgment for the good of The Kingdom. It hadn’t been murder, it had been justice. Right?

Ambrosius sat up. He needed a walk. He didn’t care that there was probably a manhunt for him going on - after a week of being trapped in the windowless psych ward, he wanted to get outside. Besides, he was far enough from the city lights that no one else should be out. And if he was seen��� well, it wasn’t like his life could get any worse at this point. He had no way of proving his reasoning in attacking The Director so many days ago, and on top of that, he had one of the most recognizable faces in the kingdom. As good as Nimona’s intentions had been in breaking him out, the only future he saw for himself was behind bars. It was only a matter of time.

His leg had stopped bleeding, so he found a large piece of wood he could use as a crutch, and headed outside. The night was crisp, with a strong breeze that whistled through the trees around him. Ambrosius could easily see the wall encircling the kingdom from here - it looked within easy walking distance. He headed for it, hobbling as he went. If there were any cameras on the wall, they’d be watching outside the perimeter, leaving him unnoticed.

Ambrosius’s mind lost focus as he went. Too many thoughts were swirling in his head. Thoughts about The Institute, The Director, Ballister…

Suddenly, Ambrosius felt the whole weight of his grief. He hadn't had a chance to process it with a clear head yet, and it hurt so much…

He could remember the oily scent of Ballister’s hair. The feel of his supple skin pressed against his own. The taste of his lips when they kissed. And his eyes… There were always wrinkles under his eyes when he'd smiled. Ambrosius wondered what his smile would have looked like in another twenty years… sixty years… however long the two of them had lived. He wondered what their house would have looked like. Would they have picked something new and freshly built, or old and waiting to be remade?

There would have been a kitchen where Ballister could show him the kinds of food his family had once made, now lost to time. Ambrosius had had a book of recipes from his mom’s side, too - food he’d wanted to show Ballister someday. A day that would never come. Ambrosius blinked tears from his eyes. So many hopes and dreams, disappeared into the ether. Nothing was left for him. Even the packet of Ballister’s ashes was gone.

Ambrosius was so lost in thought, he almost didn't notice when he'd reached the wall. He looked up at the towering structure in the moonlight, running a hand over its ancient stone base. He’d never been out here before. He walked alongside, following the slight curve until he heard an unearthly noise. It sounded like a howl, but longer. A monster? Inside the wall? Nimona had gotten inside the wall - what if another had too?

Ambrosius knew he should be scared of that possibility, but the mental numbness that followed his grief just left emptiness in its wake. He didn’t care that this was a public safety risk - it wasn’t like he was in any shape to do anything about it. Besides, Nimona hadn’t seemed dangerous… although if this one was and it killed him, maybe he’d be remembered as a martyr instead of a disappointment.

Another mysterious howl rang out. Dull curiosity overcame Ambrosius’s vague sense of self-preservation, and he followed the noise to a tangle of plants growing against the wall. He poked his crutch into the mess of green, half expecting something to leap out at him and tear off his face. At least then maybe he wouldn't be recognized if he went into the city.

Nothing happened. He prodded around the plants, his crutch scraping against stone… until it hit air where the wall should have been.

Surprised, Ambrosius pulled the plants away, exposing what originally must have been a drain under the wall, but had crumbled and eroded into a passage almost a meter in diameter. The howling was coming from inside.

Ballister would have long since said they should leave and report this. He had always acted with caution. But Ballister was gone. No one was around to stop Ambrosius’s impulses. He wanted to see a real monster. If it killed him, all the better. The world would move on without him, the same way it had done with Ballister.

The passage was dark. Ambrosius had to crouch down on all fours, dragging his bad leg behind him. The howling grew louder. Louder. And then… It stopped.

Ambrosius pushed forward, determined to find the source of the noise. There was light ahead. Moonlight. He emerged from the passage into a field of tall grass. He looked up. Behind him, stone and concrete towered into the sky. He was outside the wall.

He should have been terrified. This was actual monster territory. Anything could be out here. But instead, he stood there, leaning against the wall, waiting for something to come and snatch him up. He waited for a while. Then a breeze struck him and the howling began again from inside the passage. It had been the wind howling the entire time.

Ambrosius slumped back against the wall, disappointed. Where were the monsters? For that matter, where was the wasteland of death he'd been told about? All he could see were grassy hills with mountains in the distance. No signs of hulking, ravenous beasts that stalked the land night and day. No rotting carcasses of unfortunate creatures strewn about like so much refuse. Nothing. The place looked like it had never been touched by anything larger than a rabbit.

Ambrosius clenched his fists. The monsters had to be out there somewhere.

“I'm here! Come and get me!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the wall.

He waited.

Nothing happened.

Nothing at all.

There was nothing out here.

Ambrosius felt his arms go slack as he slid down the wall to a sit. Had there ever been monsters prowling out here? Or had everyone been wrong? Had they always been wrong? How had this never come to light? Had The Institute been hiding this? Had they been lying to everyone for centuries just to keep the populace fearful enough to obey any order?

Ambrosius looked up at the wall behind him.

How much of his life had been built on lies?

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Next Chapter

[221-apt-b]

House is so interesting to me because in season 6 (or maybe it’s season 7 idrm) he tells people that he’s been doing the right thing and he’s not happy/“I’ve been doing everything right and for what?” (Basically) But he’s so new to “doing everything right” that he doesn’t know that just like being a normal-ish decent-ish person won’t always make you happy. It won’t always give you the results you want but you do it anyway, for the off chance it will make you happy or that it will give you all that you want or that in the long run, everything will work out. Sometimes you’ll do things that should make you happy and they just don’t at all.

[bi-the-wei]

if I can request another , Wei ying taking care of a sick lan zhan. if you'd rather give someone else a chance thats fine too!!

Title: Don't Worry - The Other Guy is Dead Now

Okay so this turned out a bit.... darker? Than I originally intended? But Lan Wangji's cultivation is too high to just get a cold

So! Protecting his husband from a poisoned blade intended for the Yiling Laozu it is!

Don't worry, the person who did won't be trying it again. And Lan Wangji is gonna be fine.

Sorry! I'm sure you meant it to be cute and fluffy

My drawing pen said no. IT MUST BE ANGST.

[nompunhere]

does anyone want this galaxy-ish tum I doodled in a magma session like 2-3 months ago and never posted

(definitely wasn't inspired by a Character from a Media or anything haha whaaaaaat nooooo)

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DNI NSFW blogs, blogs that focus only on hard and/or fatal vore, weight gain blogs, proshippers, TERFs, ace exclusionists, etc.

[mechazushi]

Fortitude Privilege {Staring Yu/Na and Base Inspector} (A short story)

After everything had settled down, they let Kafka do what-the-fuck-ever. That also includes snuggling on his boyfriend at anytime during work hours.

Vice Captain Hoshina was the first to leave the training room when Iharu passed by with a new recruit. He was showing her around the expansive base when he was presented with an opportunity to have a down to earth meet-and-greet with the base's second in command.

"Hey! Vice Cap! Good timing. Yunna, this is our Vice Captain Hoshina. Vice-Cap, this is Yunna. She's a transfer from Division Seven." Iharu took the lead on the introductions while the two of them were exchanging salutes. They all began trading questions with each other, busy distracting themselves with platitudes to not notice another person turning a corner and coming up behind Hoshina. A tall, burly, and clearly tired individual shambled up behind the vice captain and slumped over his shoulder unceremoniously, almost knocking him over.

"Oof, Kafka! Is everything okay?" Hoshina said calmly at the intruder. The man he called Kafka just wrapped his arms lopsidedly around Hoshina's left shoulder as he dug his face into the crook of his neck on the right.

" 'M fine. Drained" He mumbled incoherently, sacrificing vowels in his state of exhaustion. He nuzzled his nose affectionately in the curve of Hoshina's neck and took a noticeable whiff. "New cologne's nice."

Yunna, the new recruit, became visibly flushed as she continued to stare on. Iharu was already completely desensitized to this and just continued his conversation with the Vice Captain. Noticing the state of shock on the newcomer, Iharu took a second to explain what was happening.

"This is Kafka Hibino. He's the Captain's and Vice Captain's boyfriend. Everyone has learned to just let him get away with this bullshit." Iharu smiled cheekily at Yunna after he had finished.

"What am I supposed to do when he's like this? Tell him 'No'?" Hoshina said as he crossed his arms. He felt the rumbling of deep throated laughter coming from the man on his shoulder.

"Conveniently leaving out the fact that I'm also a kaiju." Kafka said as he lifted his head a little just to speak clearly. Yunna made a small squeak of surprise as the revelation made all the pieces click into place.

Down the hallway behind Iharu, everyone could hear another person aggressively shouting as they came down their direction.

"Aw, shit." Hoshina whispered under his breath.

"Who's that?" Iharu questioned as he turned around to look.

"Base Inspector. Probably looking for me to bitch about something inane." Hoshina continued. Iharu took that as a sign to whisk the new person off to a different location, sensing a need to disappear before he got themselves caught in possible corporate crossfire. Hoshina prepped his best Resting Bitch Face as the lanky inspector approached viciously.

"Afternoon, Inspector." Hoshina said in a deadpan manner. He took a longer look at the man coming toward him and noticed he recognized none of the man's features.

'Hmm. I wonder if he's new?' Hoshina thought. His hopes were raised a little, thinking that this possibly new base inspector wouldn't have the same stick up his ass like the last two did.

"Vice Captain Hoshina. Just the person I was looking for." The inspector called out. He opened his mouth to begin what was most certainly about to be a mindless rant concerning some slighted offence over some breach in paperwork or protocol, but quickly shut it when he noticed Kafka making no move to acknowledge his presence.

"Well, I was going to bring up your continued disregard to execute less leniency toward how officers structure their reports, but now it seems I should take over instilling basic officer conduct as well." The Base Inspector straightened his square framed glasses and leveled the most demeaning glare at the tired, hairy, lump that had made its place on Hoshina's shoulder.

"Oh, lay off. He said he's tired." Hoshina countered. He was beginning to wonder if a mightier-than-thou attitude was a requirement to being an inspector.

"Lethargy is no excuse for blatant indifference to higher authority." The stringy looking man sniffed haughtily. A threatening, rolling, and loud inhuman growl emanated from Kafka, still not looking up from his place at Hoshina's side. Hoshina chuckled as he ruffled his hair while he talked to him.

"Mind being a dear and head up to Mina's office for a bit? The only adult in the room needs to discipline this child, apparently." Hoshina spoke in hushed tones, sounding incredibly loving into Kafka's ear. Only a more disappointed growling whimper was heard in response.

"You could beg for more cuddles if she's in there." Hoshina sang quietly as he nosed Kafka's hair. The slacked-spined man lifted his head to stare disapprovingly at the unwanted interloper before planting a smooch to his Vice Captain's cheek and walked away, radiating an irritated aura all the way down the hall. The two that were left followed his path and waited for him to turn around a corner before continuing the discussion.

"You do know that having a relationship between a higher authority figure and an officer is prohibited, correct?" The inspector said as he turned back to face Hoshina.

"You know that man has a fortitude rating, correct?" Hoshina snarked.

"Don't you mean an aptitude rating?" The inspector returned wearily.

"No, fortitude." Hoshina reiterated firmly as he stepped closer into the inspector's personal space, " Ya'know, because he's a kaiju and all." The inspector tried not to express it, but he seemed taken aback. first from the clear hostility, then from realizing what Hoshina meant.

The inspector's lips flapped open and closed for a moment before letting slip a small, simple "oh."

"Were you not made aware that we had such a person within our ranks?" Hoshina asked poignantly.

"I was made very aware of such personnel." The inspector said as he adjusted his glasses again, "What I wasn't made aware of was how much leniency he seems to be permitted to have because of such an obscenely paltry standing." The inspector spoke with baseless higher authority, attempting to recover from finding himself on the back step. Hoshina could feel his lips being stretched thin over his teeth as he felt the need to use them to rip the throat out of this obstinate and unwarranted trespasser.

"Then you should have also been made aware of how that man had not only saved the lives of millions, but also saved the planet six times over consecutively." While being shorter than the inspector, Hoshina did a fine job of making it seem like he was towering over the other man.

" As... notable... as those achievements are, it shouldn't take away the fact that a relationship between an officer and a Vice Captain is unconducive to to the workplace since it could be used to unjustly gather sway in one's ranking." The base inspector held his position in the conversation, but was forced to slink down in height as he cowered under Hoshina's invasive presence.

"Ohh, trust me. The higher ups have made it very clear that he's already achieved the highest ranking they'll allow him, and that's being an exploitable weapon." Wrath tinged the edges of his words as he managed to climb higher over the base inspector.

"There is nothing in this world that he hasn't earned by not working his ass off for. So excuse me for thinking that the least he's owed is the right to express some fuckin' PDA." Hoshina could feel the tips of his lips curl into an unfriendly smile with an uncanny amount of teeth showing.

"If you really want to drag rank over this and piss off a man who's capable of leveling all of Western Japan for no decent reason, be my guest. If you have nothing drastically important to talk about, like something that's impeding the health and wellness of my officers, then I bid you farewell and hope your day is as wonderful as you are." Hoshina reclined back onto his heels and crisply marched away from the inspector, who still wasn't recovered from the invasion of personal space and was stuck being slant backwards, even as Hoshina moved out of eyesight.

Minutes later, Hoshina had found himself in Mina's office. Hoping to join in on Kafka's sudden bout of needed physical closure, he slipped past the threshold and quietly dumped his gym bag next to the door. Taking up most of the center of the room in front of the desk, was Mina, sandwiched between Bakko and Kafka. Reclined against the tiger formed monster, Mina looked silently overjoyed to have an asleep Kafka nestled between her legs as he rested his head on her stomach. Laying tilted on his side, the left portion of his face was buried in Mina's clothes while his arms had dug a hold around her midsection, framing his head. A low vibration hung in the air, getting louder as Hoshina snuck over.

"Need me to pry him off?" Hoshina lovingly muttered into Mina's forehead as he planted a small smooch as well.

"Later. Now, I need you to grab my phone!" Mina tried to contain her excitement as quietly as she could while gently brushing her free hand through Kafka's hair, the other being trapped under his heavy shoulder.

"Yes, he looks adorable, doesn't he?" Hoshina playfully rolled his eyes as he made moves to stand up.

"Well, yes, but you can't tell me you can't hear this?" Mina's smile was wide as she looked up at Hoshina. He took a second to listen as he processed the low rumble in the room.

"Is... is that not Bakko purring?" Hoshina questioned.

"No, he's awake!" Mina harshly whispered in joy as she jabbed her finger behind her, "This is all him!" She pointed her finger again at Kafka, emphasizing her revelation.

Hoshina made a quiet, deep throated cackle as he comically tiptoed around her desk to grab the phone and pull up the camera. He managed to settle onto the floor and shimmy his way under Mina's free arm as he held the camera close to Kafka's face. They got at least a good minute of audio, starring his purrs before Hoshina decided to end it there, not wanting to push their luck.

"It's a shame he can't purr all the time. Instead of the sleep talking, I mean." Mina commented as Hoshina made himself more comfortable in their embrace on the floor.

"We wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the morning if he did." Hoshina muttered sleepily as he finally stopped shifting when he found a good spot to settle into. Mina brushed his hair for a second while she returned the forehead kiss from earlier before relaxing into the warm and heavy pile she had unintentionally made for herself.

@iceclew

I hate to ask this from ya, but... Have you seen this yet? If you didn't have an opinion one way or another, that's fine. Just wanted to ask.