#ru ic

[stardusthalos]

"Hey, Ru, be honest. You need to just vent about anything?" Ro asking in support

The fox fae sighs, rubbing an arm as she seems to be lost in deep thought for a moment, "Not all the time but...yeah. I think I do.

"It's just like...I dunno. Am I doing all this right? Like clearly I'm not the only one taking care of Duke and Gen or any of the others - they're all old enough, y'know that whole deal. But am I doing it right? It feels like I'm just playing at being a 'leader' and making sure none of them get hurt again sometimes. Like I've built up this bubble and it's only a matter of time before it pops.

"Every time I see Duke playing with the twins or the others able to just go out and exist I get this squeeze in my chest telling me it's not gonna last. That we're gonna get found or someone's gonna get hurt and it just...it makes me want to hold on tighter, keep things safer. Keep the kids closer. But I know the tighter I hold on the more I'm gonna get like...Him. And they don't deserve that. Not after everything they went through. I fought hard for their freedom to be who they are, to be themselves without fear, and I'm never letting that be taken away again. Not even by me.

"But every day I wake up and I see this place we've made for ourselves and I'm still just...wondering." She's quiet for a moment before clearing her throat and letting out a weak laugh, "That's not a real cash money girlboss moment, though, is it?"

[buildoblivion]

dany and jon serving winterfell realness

[charmixpower]

got any future plans for adding to the child Valtor au, because the more i think about the more i wonder about how his age changes the way he interacts with the characters and vice versa

I cannot tell you how much I've been thinking about child Valtor ever since I made that post

You what a bunch of hcs??? You get a bunch of hcs!!!

Like Winx says that Valtor was made by the ancestral witches, he wasn't born, and he actively trashes against the control the ancestral witches have on him and they straight up help Bloom kill him for the kicks?? And it's like, just there? I love it but it's so easy to kill off Valtor bc he has control over his actions and he's an adult and you don't get to sit with these uncomfortable implications due to that. The tragedy has already happened, it's passed, you don't have to look at it. You know??? Not anymore, we all hurt forever

Can you imagine being Daphne??? Seeing Valtor hiding behind Belladonna's leg, this child. Can't be older than 11. Fighting your fellow Nymph's, and you can't even think about that, pay attention to that, because you need to fight Belladonna and protect your planet. This wasn't a priority, that child those evil women created wasn't a priority. How would you ever recover??

The company of light is made up of educators, people who dedicated their life to children. A stutter, a small child's eyes winding in panic. None of them could follow though. It was safer to kill him, he was made, he doesn't have a soul, it was the right option. They send him to the Omega dimension instead

He wakes up from the ice to see Belladonna's cold eyes staring back at him. She doesn't look the exact same but he knows that smile and he knows those eyes. He'd recognize his mother anywhere. He does what he's told for new Belladonna too, not that he knows why. Icy has plans, plans he's supposed to help out with

He clings to Bloom. Her magic feels like his, she's the only person who could begin to understand how he feels. She was chosen too, right? She gets it doesn't she? How could she not. He just wants someone, anyone to understand him, to help him. He couldn't tell you what he wants help with. The Ancestral Witches say he's loyal to them, and he's never been able to disagree with them before

He doesn't like the winx, he's never shared in his life and is loathed to start now. He plays tricks and schemes and never kills them. He mains, he disables, he distracts. This is fun. He's never had a true enemy, rival. The company of light wanted to defeat his mother's, these are his fights. It's fun, he wants to keep them

(You ever think about the amount of times Valtor could of straight up killed the winx or put his mark on them and he just kinda doesn't and then gives their romantic rivals a love potion??? Bc I do. That was weird and the entire reason this au exists. Like Valtor basically made the perfect opportunities for the winx to get their Enchantix by never directly trying to kill them. It's almost funny)

Valtor is completely incapable of free will but he does experience desires and he has the ability to think for himself. One of the winx asks him why he's doing all of this and he literally can't answer, he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to be here, but he does? That's why he's doing it, right? And the girlies get a front row seat to a child gaslighting themselves to cope with their inability to control their own actions

He wants to be powerful! The most powerful person in the dimension! Then he could do whatever he wants! Then he would be free! At least that's what he tells himself (he knows it's not true, but children are allowed to have their fantasies)

They could extinguish kill. He barely came up to Bloom's chest, and they could just extinguish him. If Bloom pulled at the fire element in his body and Aisha the water they could pull him apart. Making a soul sounded impossible and has never been done before but that's the only way to release the Ancestral Witches control on Valtor, so they'll do it

[cwarscars]

me quoting american psycho - "i dont think i can control myself."

[elfleccy]

Give this album a listen: Songs from the Underworld - Original Music from Star Wars Outlaws

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello beautiful! ✨🖤

I have an idea for a new AU with Thena and Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh starts at an elite culinary school where the food in each lesson is judged by strict critics.

The students in the higher classes warn the new ones that one specific critic (Thena) can never be satisfied and never gives a good review. Many students have dropped out of school because of this. But Gilgamesh wants to see for himself.

🖤✨ Hgs and Love! ✨🖤

"I heard she made everyone in her class cry in their first lesson."

"I heard that she subs in for real food critics sometimes."

"I heard that the dean himself gave her a full-ride scholarship she's so good."

Gil rolls his eyes at the classmates of his whispering - loudly - about their expected panel of judges. He doesn't think this critic can possibly be as frightening as people are making her out to be. She's just a student, like them, right?

"Can't they just put us out of our misery?" Druig grumbles next to him, shifting nervously on his feet as he looks down at his dish.

"Hey," Gil nudges his shorter, more nervous friend, "don't look so freaked out. "It's a great dish."

Druig sighs, "thanks, man. But it's not you I gotta impress, is it? It's 'em."

The door opens and three senior students step into the room.

Sersi is the top student in the Molecular Gastronomy course. She makes creations that seem transmuted right down to the atomic level, it seems sometimes. They look stunning, they're always delicious, and the way she can make one thing taste entirely different from how it looks is always a showstopper.

Phastos all but wrote the bible by which the school acts. He doesn't cook, but his knowledge of biology, chemistry, physics--is so all-encompassing that there's basically nothing he doesn't know. It is just a rumour, but supposedly he has written all the recipes the courses use for instructing students since he arrived.

Thena is last, and by far the scariest. She looks like she's never seen the sun or eaten a morsel of food, at that. Her reputation precedes her, and her perfect palette is as terrifying as it is rare. She doesn't cook either, but if there is any sort of flaw in any way, she will detect it. And she won't have the smile on her face that Sersi does when she breaks the news.

Thena stands between the other two, eyeing the class with an expression that already screams that she's not looking forward to this. "Please present your dishes."

The first two come up, their trays rattling from their nerves.

Gil watches from his table a little further in the back. Sersi and Phastos try first, giving their praise as well as gentle critiques and advice. Once Thena is done sniffing it, she takes a bite.

"You lack identity."

The whole class practically keels over. It may seem small, and maybe even nitpicky. But to hear that you - as a chef - have no identity in your food?--it's devastating.

"I would say you lack creativity, but that is not what this is," she states and sets her spoon down after the one bite. "You have replicated a family recipe in the hopes that it would convey an emotion. But the balance has been put off by your muddled intentions. It's over-seasoned, and the flavours battling for dominance has overpowered what would actually make it shine if you weren't so clumsy."

The class is practically crying for their fallen comrade. And this is round one!

Druig blows out a breath as they watch their fellow student shuffle back to his table in shame (borderline in tears). "And the Ice Queen strikes again."

Gil stares straight ahead. He shrugs, "she did give him advice, though."

Druig looks at him with wide eyes. "If I shove you into a lion's den and tell you not to die, that's advice, I s'pose."

Gil chuckles just a little, still watching eagerly, "shut up."

The critique goes on, many falling to the Ice Queen's sharp words along the way. It's not that she has nothing nice to say at all, it's just that the bad seems to always outweigh the good for her.

Sersi and Phastos offer sympathetic smiles and waves; obviously they're used to this.

"Next."

Gil and Druig approach with their trays, a plate for each judge. Druig goes first.

He clears his throat, "I-I've made a confit salmon with swiss chard gelee and potato mousseline."

Sersi smiles brightly at them, showing off what's made her such a darling of the culinary world already. "That's very impressive, Druig!"

"A lot of technique," Phastos murmurs as he takes a bite. "The textures are right, although it's maybe a little soft overall."

Druig nods, taking the criticism at face value, "thank you."

"You have too much to prove."

Gil keeps a careful eye on his tablemate. Druig is stubborn, and younger than the rest of them. She's right, she just doesn't have to say it like that.

Druig stands tall against it, though. He looks the Ice Queen in the eye as he says, "and?"

Thena raises her eyes to him. Gil sees that they're green for the first time. "You've selected the most advanced techniques you've mastered thus far, but as Phastos said, there is no cohesion to the presentation of all of them in one dish. You didn't have to make a mousse of the potatoes--in fact, potatoes are not what I would have served with salmon in the first place."

Druig crosses his arms.

"The salmon is cooked perfectly," Thena says just as cut and dry as the negative stuff. She places her fork down, again, needing only one bite of each element to make her assessment. "It only brings out that, had you leaned into your strengths instead of showcasing your weaknesses, this could be perfect."

Druig has his arguing face on, and Gil almost wonders if he should drag him back from the judging table to cool off. He rolls his eyes, though, going back into his dismissive and pouty shell for the time being. He huffs, "I'll take it."

Gil is left alone as Druig moves back to the table.

Sersi smiles, "and what have you made today?"

"Chicken and dumplings!"

A poor man's dish. Chicken stew with dumplings in it: something that needs no technique to put forth. The whole room is silent, not even trying to hide the overall horror that has descended over them.

Even Sersi strains a little to smile at him as they pull their bowls closer. "How...interesting."

"I know, I know," Gil laughs, watching as Thena draws her spoon up to smell everything. "Just hear me out."

"I made a really quick chicken stock and let it simmer while I was preparing everything else. I made it more ramen style than country chicken soup style, but I also added some cinnamon and star anise to kind of have an element of what makes pho so comforting."

"Then while that was simmering I was roasting some veg with the other half of the carcass. I mashed up and then pan fried some potatoes and there's actually a little something in those dumplings."

"Well, that certainly sounds..." Sersi trails off, looking to her left as she holds a dumpling in hand, "impressive."

Thena is smiling.

She licks her lips as she puts her spoon down, still smiling at the shimmering bowl of broth. She picks up a dumpling and her eyes spark.

"You already know, don't you?" Gil smiles sheepishly. She looks at him as she takes a bite, pulling out the cheese he put in the centre. He snickers at the look on her face. "I made a simple mash and then turned it in to a dough with some flour and a little duck egg for some bite to it. Then I added a little more potato with some butter and the little piece of cheese curd for some chew. Like a-"

"Pierogi."

Phastos pushes his glasses up his nose as Thena utters something that isn't a direct review of the food.

Gil beams, his whole chest swelling with warmth from the inside out. "You order them for lunch all the time, right? You must have made them when you were little."

Thena smiles, taking a second bite of the fried mashed potatoes and their filling. "I did."

Gil celebrates to himself a little, clenching his fist. He looks over his shoulder and gives Druig a big thumb's up.

Thena takes another bite of the soup, too, her lashes fluttering as she savours the small but deliberate spoonful. "Hm."

Gil inches forward.

"It's not...perfect."

The class lets out a collective sigh.

"But," Thena is still smiling, taking a third bite. "I think it's about as close as I've ever had."

[sincerelyang3l]

✨ All About Me ✨

Birthday: June 30

Meaning behind Username: Angel is my cats name 🤭

~Favorites~

Movie: The Exorcist (1971)

Animal: Orcas

Color: Orange/Peach

Season: Spring (Late)

Drink: Iced Mocha

YouTuber: Brandon Farris

Series: Ru Paul’s Drag Race

Character (atm): Astarion (Baldurs agate 3)

Music artist: Will Wood

Album: the Normal Album

Song: Love, Me Normally - Will Wood

City: New York

Activity: Drawing or Reading

Smell: Sweet Watermelon Buttercream

Clothing Item: My sundresses ✨

App: Snap or Spotify

Actor: Michael Sheen

Subject: Speech and Drama

Flower: Hibiscus

Drag Queen: Katya, Trixie, Mirage, Dawn, Bob the Drag Queen, and Megami (I CANT PICK IM SORRY)

Celebrity: Ru Paul

~Have I…~

Been to a concert?: Yes

Been to the beach?: Yes

Been on an airplane?: No

Been arrested?: No

Been out of the USA: No

Met Someone Famous: Yes

~Do I…~

Have tattoos?: No

Have piercings?: Yes (Industrial)

Smoke?: Nope

Drink?: Nope

Do Drugs?: No

Have pets?: Yes 🤭

~Relationships~

Have a crush?: No

Been in love?: I thought I was, but it wasn’t love

Longest Relationship?: A year and two months

First Kiss?: My ex boyfriend 😭

Been Cheated on?: Yes

Cheated?: No

Body Count?: Zero 😊

~Can I..~

Play an Instrument?: No

Play any Sports?: Yes 😊 (Tennis, Badminton, anything with a racket)

Speak a different language?: No

Draw?: Yes

Paint?: No 😭

~Futures~

Dream College?: App State University

Dream Job?: A director for a Theatre Company

Want Kids?: Not at the moment, but it might change

Dream Place to live: New York or London

[hotcacaonoice]

The atla comics were so well done and I love them with my whole entire heart BUT I just want to talk about imbalance… and why did they leave us hanging ?!??!???

(I’m going to honest, I am not following new comic release updates and I read this in 2021 and then again like a month ago.. so I may be forgetting stuff. but you win some you lose some)

like okay you send Yaling and What’s-Their-Moms-Name to prison BUT WHERE THE HELL DOES RU GO??? she’s my little baby and even though her entire family is sent to prison for crimes against humanity she deserves the world 🥺🥺

Like Homegirl stood up to her tyrannical mother (which didn’t work and then her mom started earthbending her into the ground … what ever 🙄) but the point is she TRIED and she deserved so much more but the people creating this thing are just leaving us with no idea what happens to her next????????? I’m sorry that’s my child

Is she put into the adoption system???? Does she join the kyoshi warriors (tbh, that’s how it is in my own headcannons)??? WHAT HAPPENS TO RU ?!!

I also have no one to talk to about this (all of my friends are uninterested in atla, or the comics) and my old roommate’s boyfriend who was interested in the series refused to read an online version of the comic that I pirated 😢 so PLEASE I BEG YOU to flood my inbox with theories I NEED someone to discuss this with and I SO could go on and on for ages about Ru and what I think happens to her next

[sharkfinx]

[ihatecispeople]

just realising I said something factually wrong with extreme conviction that I was right in direct earshot of several people who would know I was bullshitting but would never correct me because i was a customer😨

[charmixpower]

Thinking thinking 🤔🤔

What scar do you think each of the girls would have? I'm doing doodles and I was thinking about how they'd collect scars as they got older and such and I'm curious what attacks y'all think should of left a mark

[fleurladari-a]

smash or pass faba :^)

" did you know that lysandre labs has a section of their labs dedicated to hybridization of pokemon as well as cloning? i believe you'd do well in both. of course, i only wonder what you'd do well to become. "

SMASH.

[irukasenseii]

"Happy Sunday!"

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! I love all your work - it gives me life ~

I absolutely love how you’ve added so much detail (especially the small things) to these characters and the overall story!! It’s been fantastic to watch the little details grow and unfold over time.

I love your take on Thena and cold weather! If you have time or any ideas I was wondering if you could do something angsty that elaborates on that — maybe something like hypothermia? Thanks so much!!!

"Are you done yet?!"

"Easy, Gil," Phastos discouraged, although even the usually unbothered and unshaken Fabricator flinched at the harsh tone of it. His rings floated through the air as he examined their teammate--their poor, shivering sister. "She'll live."

"Of course she'll live!" Gil barked, standing from the edge of the greentank and out of the comforting chatter of Sersi and Ajak beside him. "I care about the fact that she's freezing!"

Thena curled up on Phastos' console/exam table, unable to stop her trembling as her body desperately tried to regulate itself. She wouldn't lose any limbs or anything, but even her body of Cosmic Energy was struggling to keep the blood in her veins flowing steadily. "G-G-G-Gi-Gil-"

"I'm here, Thena," he was quick to respond, all but shoving Phastos clear across the room as he moved to scoop her up into his arms again. Her trembling didn't exactly stop but certainly it was better than nothing. "I'm right here."

He had been there from the moment she was retrieved after falling through the ice and into the Baltic Sea.

They had been battling a pack of frighteningly large Deviants across the frigid landscape of the continent. Blizzards were constant and they had unwittingly tracked them right onto the ice.

"Ajak, please," he pleaded with their Prime, who one of the few Eternals who had not been on the receiving end of Gil's ire since returning. "Can't you do something?"

"I'm sorry," Ajak cooed, first at Thena, running her hand over her golden curls of hair. She looked up at Gil, pressing her palm to his cheek, "I can close wounds, mend bones, stop bleeding. But I can't make the heart pump faster."

There were a lot of intricacies to Ajak's powers, and Gil had tried to ask her about warming up Thena before to no avail.

"Just take her to bed," Ajak suggested, giving the Strongest Eternal her permission to be relieved of duty until Thena was in fighting condition again.

Gil pressed a kiss to Thena's temple as he walked out of the console room and towards his quarters. She always slept better in his bed than in hers, even when he was with her. "Don't worry, Thena. I'll get you warmed up."

She said nothing, her teeth chattering loudly in her jaw. She settled on pressing her cheek into him. "S-S-S-S-St-St-S-"

She couldn't muster a single word. Gil hurried into his room, immediately pulling the covers up over them as he wrapped his arms around her. He had seen Thena cold--she got cold pretty easily. But he had never seen her like this. He was scared.

Thena's hands clenched at him, trying to convey something. Either she didn't have the words or she wouldn't be able to verbalise them anyway. She tapped her fingers at his chest.

"Okay," he whispered, kissing her freezing cold forehead and taking her hands between his. Their armour dispersed from between them and he pulled her closer, pressing her skin to his.

Thena sighed.

Gil buried his nose in her hair, holding onto her as if the outside world were trying to rip her away from him. It this was what it took, he would hold her all night, not take his eyes off of her, hold her hands--anything.

Thena nestled and nuzzled closer to him continually, surrendering her pride to the need to feel his warmth. Eventually, her lips parted. "Gil."

"I've got you," he whispered, puffing hot breath against her cheek and then kissing it as if to seal it in.

"Got me," she repeated, finally showing some semblance of being Thena. She snuck her feet in between his, which he allowed wordlessly. Her hands flexed again, this time against the skin of his chest. "Better."

Better: better than the cold, better than she had been feeling before, better him than anyone else. Thena didn't need a plethora of words to communicate, least of all with him.

Gil meshed their legs together, his knees between hers and over top of her thigh. He moved his hands over the delicate sculpt of her hips, her ribs, her back. Everywhere her frigid skin yearned for his attention.

Thena continued to loosen as he held her, his hands so much warmer than any fire and so much more comforting than any blanket or pillow. And certainly, his presence was much more assuring than any power given by the Celestials.

Gil settled his arms around her waist and his hands on her back only when she was no longer trembling. She was all but purring when that satisfaction did eventually come. He moved his head on the pillow, so close to her that their lips and noses and eyelashes could brush with the slightest movement. His head bonked hers affectionately. "Warmer?"

"Much," she sighed against him, her face half buried under his and into his pillow.

"Good," he sufficed to say, not that he would be going anywhere any time soon. "You need rest. I'll be here."

"Good," she said in return, her hands leaving his hips and creeping their way up to his back as well.

He could tell that his warmth had really permeated her when her hands were no longer frigid but instead nice and warm on his back.

[anemxvisions]

Happy Bleated Trans Visibility Day

[devouring-hive]

Have a Cirno

“Mheheheh, don’t mind if I do! C’mon Cheery- lets go get you dressed up for our daaaate~”