#off i go to ao3 now

[panther-os]

me, watching episode 1, seeing Liusan for the first time: ah, savant syndrome

me, watching episode 3, when Liusan mentions the number 3 being important: savant syndrome and number ocd?

me, watching episode 4, when Liusan infodumps for several minutes straight about why three is the best number and clearly still has more to say but has to leave for his class: autism. definitely autism. probably savant syndrome, too, but definitely autism

me, finding out "Liusan" is 六三 (6, 3): autism, and also trans and named himself after his special interest, as one does

me, watching the episode 4 bonus scene, when Liusan is so deep in the hyperfixation he doesn't realize he's been picked up and carried outside over the security guard's shoulder: yeah, okay, auDHD

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[brujahinaskirt]

i have to hand it to warhorse. responding to the men screaming "IF YOU WERE JUST GOING TO TURN HENRY QUEER WHY WAS HE STRAIGHT IN KCD 1???" with

"budget constraints"

is the funniest fucking thing a dev has ever said

[erinwantstowrite]

folks,,,, i can not possibly write every single thing that has ever happened to these fools in the comics, in LoF. that would be decades worth of content and decades worth of a headache that i'm not bothering with. i don't even know what all is canon to LoF, just things that aren't canon because it would hurt my brain (or my heart) to include it. like i do try to keep it coherent but i don't know everything. if you want to include specific arcs then please write your own fic. love you and hope you succeed, but LoF is already a monster of a work and i can't even imagine trying to keep all of that together

[hyohaehyuk]

gruntsandpoetry and pixielayer: Sam: "(trying to give the most PR-ish answear as possible about chemistry) "it's a team effort" Rolin: "JACOB AND SAM GO BOWLING TOGETHER" Assad: "And ice cream" Sam: "We eat a lot of ice cream and… we do a lot of sticker play…" Host: “care to elaborate on sticker play?” 🤯 Sam: "make it up" 💀

Source: Den of Geek - Will Claudia Have to Claw Her Way Back into 'Interview with the Vampire'? | SDCC

where are they sticking those stickers?

[spookythesillyfella]

if i ever say that i dont like digitaltime . thatz not me – a skinwalker haz violently murdered me and stolen my identity – immediately seek shelter

[septimusmoonlight]

You doing ok?

hi

[cybershock24601]

Date Night

Rook had to check Maps three times to be sure she had the right address but the imposing wrought iron gates in front of her were apparently the right place even if Rook couldn’t even see a house behind them. Well, only one way to find out for sure, Rook thought as she leaned out the window to punch in the gate code Lucanis had texted her and thankfully it worked.

As Rook drove Bianca down the long cobblestone driveway she came to the firm conclusion that Lucanis definitely lived here and this sort of elegant opulence was exactly the sort of home she would expect a guy with the sort of firm opinions on artisanal coffee and proper thread count sheets to come from. Also that the landscaping here was absolutely immaculate. The hydrangeas were the just the perfect shade of blue and Rook knew from Harding’s trouble with them that it was tricky thing to do.

Finally, Rook reached what must have been Lucanis’ house which was less a house and more of a mansion and less of a mansion more of an actual fucking castle. Oh yeah, this place was explaining a whole lot about Lucanis’ odder idiosyncrasies.

Not that Rook cared too much about that as she put Bianca in park and hopped out of the car with the giant bouquet she dragged Harding with her to pick out. Rook had thought about getting something more original than some red roses but Lucanis appreciated the classics so two dozen red roses it was.

With a skip in her step and the accompanying jingle from the chains hanging off her belt, Rook approached the imposing carved wood double doors and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. Rook didn’t even have time to start getting nervous standing outside in her scuffed up Docs and second hand outfit in front of such an imposing manor before the door was wrenched open to reveal Lucanis.

With Lucanis all dressed up with his hair slicked back, beard trimmed, and in a suit that did amazing things to his figure, Rook thought she could be forgiven for panicking and thrusting the bouquet right into his chest with a high pitched, “For you!”

Lucanis let out a soft little oof but took the roses with delicate care and looked at them with the softest, sappiest smile Rook had ever seen him wear before he looked right back at Rook with those lethally big, beautiful brown eyes of his eyes as he said in a gentle, quiet voice dripping with barely contained joy, “Rook, you shouldn’t have.”

Rook barely stopped herself from doing a little fist pump at Lucanis’ reaction because she clearly knocked it out of the park with the bouquet as she watched Lucanis gently stroke the petals of the roses. Instead of doing anything to embarrass herself, Rook managed to play it cool and say “Of course I should have. Would this have really been a proper date without flowers?”

Rook’s cheeky little grin disappeared quickly as Lucanis pulled Rook into a gentle kiss that had her closing her eyes and leaning into it as much as she could without crushing the flowers between them. It was far from their first kiss but it still tasted just as sweet, like honey and lavender cream.

Rook broke the kiss with a sweet little giggle and brought her hand up to Lucanis’ chest and ran a finger down the soft fabric of his suit, “You’re looking sharp tonight.”

“And yet I still don’t look nearly as radiant as you, mi vida.” Lucanis said as he took Rook’s hand in his own and brought the back of it up to his lips for a gentle kiss. Rook could only let out another lovesick giggle.

In one smooth motion, Lucanis transferred the roses to hold in the crook of his elbow, hooked his other arm with Rook’ own, and pulled the door closed with his foot before rushing them both out to the car, “I think it’s time we got out of here.”

Rook followed along easily as Lucanis lead them back to the car but couldn’t help teasing Lucanis, “What’s the rush? Are you just that excited to get me all alone?”

“Of course, Rook. However it would also be best if we got out of here before my family decides to make an appearance.” Lucanis said as he opened the side passenger door.

“What? Afraid I’ll embarrass you in front of them?” Rook asked teasingly as she walked around the front of the car to get to the driver side.

“No.” Lucanis said vehemently as if the idea of ever being embarrassed by Rook was anathema. “I just don’t want them scaring you off.”

“Lucky for you then I don’t scare easily,” Rook said with a wide grin as she plopped down in the drivers seat and stuck the key back into ignition. Do not embarrass me now, Bianca, Rook thought as she willed the worn down car to start as she turned the key. Luckily Bianca had her back and started up on the first try.

“You have not met my grandmother, Rook. She’s a scary woman.” Lucanis said as he settled into his seat, still softly clutching the roses to his chest. He probably should have put them right in a vase but he wasn’t willing to risk the chance of his family showing up by taking the time to do that.

“But you have met me, and trust me, it would take a whole hell of a lot more then one scary old lady to make me leave your side.” Rook said as she took Lucanis’ hand and laced their fingers together. She met Lucanis eyes with a brilliantly bright grin and gave their hands a squeeze before detangling their fingers to put her hand on gear shift. “So, are you ready to hit the town?”

Lucanis just let out a joyous laugh and said, “Yes. I am just hoping this place has a good selection.”

“It’s a wine bar. I feel like it should have something to satisfy even a wine snob like yourself.” Rook said as she started driving back down the cobblestone driveway.

“I am not a snob. I simply have high standards.” Lucanis said with an imperious sniff, “However seeing as Emmrich recommenced the place I am willing to give it the benefit of doubt.”

Rook only laughed and the two of them set off into the night.

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Meanwhile, the third floor music room of the Villa Dellamorte was completely silent except for two quiet clinks as its two inhabitants set down their opera glasses at the same time and shared a Look between themselves. The entryway of the house might have blocked their view of the door but they still got a clear look at Lucanis’ mysterious sweetheart and the... atrocity she rode around in.

No words were exchanged as the two stewed in silence at the scene they had just witnessed. Finally Illario simply could not take the silence and exclaimed, “What was that? Did Lucanis really put on Armani to ride around in some clunker that should have found it’s home in a junk yard a decade ago?”

“And that outfit! Who needs that many bracelets? I could practically hear the jingling from up here! And what sort of freak walks around wearing that many skulls on them? Mierda!” Illario said as he jumped up out of his chair to pace around the room, muttering under his breath all the while at every fashion faux pas and crime Rook committed in the less then five minutes he was saw them for.

“Oh my poor boy, where did I go wrong?” Caterina asked softly as she put her hand to her forehead and bemoaned her grandson’s taste. She had introduced him to so many well mannered and well bred boys and girls over the years and he went and picked one right out of a Hot Topic dumpster. Caterina just thought that Lucanis had high standards but it turned out he just had bade taste.

“And the car! Did you see those bumper stickers? Who slaps on a sticker that says ‘I eat sand’ on their car? I think I saw about six coexist bumper stickers on that thing!” Illario said as he whipped back around to Caterina to keep complaining. If Illario ever cared to ask Rook about that, she’d be able to tell him the very long story Varric told her about how Bianca ended up with covered with so many coexist stickers that involved at least two trips to the hospital over the span of six months, but Rook had no excuse for the I EAT SAND one, that one was all Rook.

Caterina held up a hand to halt Illario’s ranting mid stream and said, “We must do something about this. Do you know if Viago’s cousin is still single?”

“The fuck up? I would have to ask.” Illario said, a bit confused as he was sure Caterina could not stand the kid.

“Do so. Anyone would be better than that one for Lucanis.” Caterina said with finality as she stood up to retire to her room with what would likely be an entire bottle of wine to help her cope with the night’s revelations.

[viskiaa]

good omens fandom !!!! I have a WIP... recreating the Favorite Poet or wtv this painting is called but with ineffable husbands :3

however... crowley's face is PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF because it doesn't look right and I need to just start over I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRAW MEN AAUAHGHGHSUSHSH soooo

Should I 1. give up on this and do my 15 missing assignments so I don't fail school

or

2. finish it and be proud of myself until i feel sad that I didn't do this as an oil painting instead!!!!!! (I really just wanted to share my wip i need encouragement...)

[kris-mage-fics]

Wintersun

A short Shepherds of Haven fic that takes place on Wintersun. Some vague spoilers for Chapter 4 and Blade's 5th day off in the Alpha build. Also there's a reference to this bit of a fic I haven't finished, but it's not necessary to understand what's going on.

| Ao3 | rated G | 628 words | Blade/Kyrahlise | under the cut for very light spoilers mentioned above |

"Happy Wintersun," Kyrahlise said as she handed Blade a slim package not much larger than her hand. Neither of them acknowledged the momentary brush of their fingertips.

The gift was neatly wrapped in paper she'd painted with winter berries and small swirls of gold. All tied off with a thin green ribbon salvaged from one of her old dresses. The design was overly flashy for his taste, but she had been too focused on making it pretty and was short on time to repaint something more austere.

Blade raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "You didn't need to," he said, yet she could've sworn his face softened as his eyes traced the designs on the paper.

Kyrah smiled having anticipated he'd say something along those lines. "I'm aware. But I wanted to and thought you might enjoy it."

He looked up from the gift to meet her eyes. "Did you paint this?" Of course he remembered she painted. While in The Reach he'd fussed at her plenty to not paint outside. He trusted her judgment enough to promote her to Captain after a month, yet the cold was somehow too much. He made absolutely no sense.

"Yes," she said in a light tone.

"It's nice." Did Blade's compliment make her feel happy in a way it probably shouldn't? Yes. But she'd take that to her grave before admitting it to anyone.

"Thank you, though I hope you like what's inside more."

Blade's eyes went back to the present he held delicately. She ignored the strange little feeling in her chest when he untied the ribbon and slipped it into a pocket before carefully unfolding the paper. Underneath was a small book of poetry. "You remembered, thank you."

An unusual wave of nerves washed over Kyrahlise. What if he'd read this collection before and hated it? Well, there was no use worrying about it now that the book was in his hands. "Yes, by one of my favorite contemporary poets. Are you familiar with her work?"

"I'm not."

Her smile was tinted with relief. "I hope you find her poetry to your taste."

There was a upward tilt to his lips as he nodded. Kyrah gathered he was thanking her again, but reading his subtle expressions was like cracking a code.

Not that she needed to decipher anything to understand Blade's kindness. He'd always been considerate and respectful towards her. A sharp contrast to how many Norms treated her after she left the Circle. Like when he'd been livid because of what happened in that damned cave, it had filled her with so much warmth. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to have anyone care about her well-being. It was the catalyst for certain feelings towards him being stirred up. Feelings she accepted existed then politely ignored.

Though a recent incident in his room made her question if Blade was really as indifferent to her as he so often appeared.

When Kyrahlise glanced back up at Blade, his eyes were so gentle as they met hers it brought an instinctive smile to her lips. The first time he looked at her like that was when she learned black was the warmest color of all. The way his gaze slowly traced over her face almost felt like a sweet caress that seemed to stop briefly at her lips. But she was likely imagining things again.

A slight frown passed over his face as his free hand twitched, then clenched against his side. He looked at her another moment, gave a hint of a nod and another quick 'thank you' before turning and walking away. When he was out of earshot she sighed. Maybe one day she'd figure out what was really going on inside that inscrutable head of his.

[amethystfairy1]

"I'll sleep it off...it'll be fine..." -Martyn, probably.

I managed to snag the tail end of Hermit-a-Day May and get finished with Ren's piece before I circle back around to fill in the hermits I missed while I was away at con!

[peargreen-jellybean]

this is so stupid but i wanted something soft and angsty and more in Wade’s pov and i’m such a fucking sappy loser

so instead of being productive i wrote 4k words of Wade taking care Logan. christ

Rated E for Everyone Buckle Up It’s Wade’s Train of Thought (he is horny and swears and he gets stabbed)

[thevoidstaredback]

My phone broke. Don't know what the hell happened to it, but it's saying that I have no SIM card n it when I very much do have a SIM card in my phone. It was working perfectly fine, and then I put it in my pocket to go upstairs and get my mom's laundry for her. When I got back downstairs, I sat back down, turned it on and it said NO SIM - EMERGENCY CALLS ONLY at the top. I've tried restarting it twice; removing, cleaning, and replacing the SIM card twice; turning on and off airplane mode twice; reset the network setting twice; basically everything but a factory reset, which is only a last resort under threat of death. (you think I exaggerate, but I have so many notes for my writing on that damn card, I will jump off the Golden Gate Bridge before I reset that phone without pulling the data from it) The last thing to try is turn it off for a bit and see if that helps. If not, then I'm stopping by AT&T tomorrow to get a new SIM card before work tomorrow

[okiankeno]

Feeling that it's Gone (Can't Change Your Mind) (4,517 words) (Sarah Christ x Reader)

Only moments after Sarah closes and locks the door, you drop to your knees in front of your superior. “Christ,” Your chest is heaving heavily, and you're drowning in lust just as much as the soaked attire on your body. You look up to Sarah, who has a smug grin. “What do you say to worship as it’s in your name?” “Never say my name in vain, love.” Rugged hands weave through your hair, scratching at your scalp, and you hum in contentment as she pushes your head down south as you unbutton her jeans, use your teeth to unzip them, and promptly slide her underwear and pants down in one go. “Don’t wear it out.” She says, eyes fluttering shut.

[whumpsandbumps]

Caretaker shot up in bed like they’d been electrocuted, their shirt was stuck to their back, drenched in cold sweat,as their breath came in shaky heaves and trembling hands found their way to their face, trying to stem the flow of tears that threatened to fall.

Their thoughts raced as they struggled to breathe, Until they managed to pick out one crystal clear thought that stood out from the crazed mess of their brain.

Whumpee.

What if? Oh god- what if Whumper had got them again? Or-

They barely had time to finish their thought before they were sprinting down the hallway and wrenched open the door to Whumpees room, fearing the worse, expecting an empty and a shattered window and-

Whumpee is fine, as they were the last 3 times Caretaker had sprinted to their room. Soft snores being the only sound they can hear, their ruffled hair just visible on their pillow due to the soft glow of the nightlight Caretaker had bought for them for when they brought them home.

Caretaker exhales, which turns into a shaky sob as relief and pure utter exhaustion overcome them.

Whumpee, always the light sleeper,stirs at the sound mumbling something under their breath and blinking sleepily at Caretaker.

“Caretaker?” They whisper “Are you okay?”

Caretaker has to take a shaky breath before attempting to reassure Whumpee,

“Yeah I’m fine Whumpee” their voice is strong until Whumpee’s name comes out of their mouth and their voice wobbles, tears flowing down their face.

They’re glad Whumpee can’t see them in this light.

Whumpee frowns and gets up, padding over the floor to Caretaker, hands reaching to cup Caretaker’s face.

“You’re crying, wh- why?” they mutter, as Caretaker leans into their touch.

Caretaker doesn’t even get to reply, not that they can, as they continue sobbing, their hand pressed over their mouth.

Whumpee takes their hand and drags them to their bed, climbing in and patting the space next to them.

Caretaker follow suit and curls into Whumpee’s side, still sobbing.

Whumpee pulls their blankets over the two of them and runs their fingers through Caretakers hair, shushing them gently, as Caretaker did to them when they rescued them.

It doesn’t take long for Caretaker to fall asleep their tear streaked face pressed into Whumpee’s side and Whumpee quickly follows suit, equally as exhausted.

[cj-marj]

I have run out of Sung Jinwoo/Woo Jinchul fics to consume. :(