#series・:〃➜ the finder

[starlitrays]

new roman empire unlocked ! (I AM IN SHAMBLES)

a couple days ago i finished the finder (a spinoff of bones) AND I JUST FOUND OUT THAT THE ONLY REASON IT WAS CANCELLED (besides the ratings and whatever) WAS THAT MICHAEL CLARKE DUNCAN DIED

[10kiaoi]

04/08

[amipenthe]

Yo…in retrospect Allen Walker and gang’s fight stats go crazy. He’s like 15 and has fought the earl, aka THE big bad of the holy war, one-on-one in the Noah’s ark arc. Everyone on team Allen walker has fought the Noah—AKA the borderline immortal beings most exorcists of this era have never even seen before and those who have died at the hands of—so much they know most of them by name (like when Kanda said “shut up road” after he took her ribbon in the Alma karma arc).

If it wasn’t for the the whole Allen turning into a noah thing you know these kids would have been legendary exorcists with fan followings after getting back from the ark

[littlesarcasticdemon]

I just woke up but I needed to share

So I had a dream where Luke stole his dad caduceus instead of that whole thing in lightning thief and it’s just been like under his bunk bed at camp for the past three days then when Percy arrives (pretend there wasn’t time between those events ig) Percy’s just like what the fuck why does it feel like everything is in disarray so instead of lying mf just pulls it out of seemingly nowhere and he just does a lil giggle Apollo is just minding his business looking over at his kids at camp when he sees this and starts cackling bc his brother finally get what he felt when his cows were stolen then suddenly Hermes appears at camp and full names Luke and starts trying to give Luke a lecture like not wanting to see his father attempts to book it outa there with the caduceus hemes sprints at him and and barrels him over and wrestles the caduceus from his son calmly gets up and pick Luke up by the scruff like a wet kitten then leaves

Anyway anyone got a fic where Luke steals his dads caduceus

[avacadoll]

Quick question for the tts ao3 reader out there, I’ve been looking for a fic for a while and I can’t remember the name, but all I remember is that it was an au where in season 2 the gang finds Varian along the way and he was working at a circus. He ended up leaving with them but I tried looking and the one I found was DEFINITELY a lot more violent than the fic I originally remember. If anyone could tell me the name that would be GREAT😭😭

[hatsumishinogu]

Finder no Dekiai (Limited Edition)

[h4desian]

i recently started rereading finder and decided to genderbend asami and akihito...like i usually do

[iceysnow]

Yeah no, where tf is my fic of Invincible ending up in the boy's world in s2 e8 and Homelander saying "Yep, this is my brother/son/colleague". I JUST WANT TO SEE MARK NERVOUSLY LAUGHING AS HOMELANDER LECTURES ON ABOUT BEING GODS.

Mark: Heh well...we're gonna save them now... right...?

Homelander: Y'know, that's the thing we're God's Mark, we don't have to do anything- (delusional lecture)

Mark: (trauma-induced flashback to his dad beating his skull into the side of a mountain)

it doesn't matter which season he spawns in, ANY IS GOOD.

season 1: Mark spawns in and the public goes "Yo, new rando supe just dropped! he claims to be from a diff dimension!". Vought freaks out cause Marks actually doing a good job (better than homelander- looks at a certain flight 👀) AND he doesn't have a chip. they convince Mark to work with them and Homelander adopts befriends him after realizing they basically have the same powers (minus the lazers) and marks 17-18(depending on the season). the boys are trying to figure out his deal before realizing Vought hired a teenage, traumatized, depressed, Alien (????????), Dimensional traveler(Nobody actually believed him), whose dad is a space nazi.

Season 2: similar concept except mark could be found by bought before making his presence in public as a anomaly. he's pushed in to a lot more advertising then he is comfortable as he realizes he's not doing any ACTUAL hero work. Mark gets Omniman vibes off Stormfront. He surprisingly gets along with Ryan. mark interacts with the boys for the first time in the sewers (also his first hint that homelander's a maniac). Yada-yada- THERES SO MUCH MORE TO THIS AU.

season 3: IDC WTF HAPPENS I JUST WANT HOMELANDER GIVING THE OMNIMAN SPEECH AND SOLDIER BOY GROSSING OUT MARK. also, Mark carries the final battle tbh (after a very wet cat esc emotional arc involving his belief in heros.)

i will carry this Au if i have to.

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[the-summer-hikaru-died]

New Arc LOVE x EXCAPE 1 ❤️‍🔥

I LOVE EVERY NEW ARC "LOVE X ESCAPE" PANEL THEY GOING OUT LIKE NORMAL COUPLE I CRY THEY'RE SO GOOD 😭🩷❤️

This manga is soooo old you can tell how Aki's phone change from a flip to iphone lol

[adelaide388]

Lil drawing to appreciate Asami’s beauty

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Finders Keepers

Ikora asks Eris' about her relationship with the Drifter. (Set during Season of the Witch.)

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

Ikora and Eris sat together in the H.E.L.M. at the small table and chairs in the room in front of the hive portal leading to the Athenaeum. Ikora held a data pad, annotating as Eris cross-referenced the contents of several field reports between two large books, one with vellum pages bound in leather in her hand, and one with paper pages and a stitched spine in her lap.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, why does the Drifter call you Moondust?”

Eris did not look up from her reading. “The Drifter creates names for everyone who matters to him. He has one for you as well.” Eris placed a bookmark, closed the book on her lap, and pulled another from her feet to sit on top of it.

“Yes, I noticed. But why Moondust, specifically?”

“It is a complaint.” With her one free hand, Eris opened the second book, using the first as additional table space on her knees, while still holding the leather-bound tome in her left hand. “He claims I track moon dust everywhere and make a mess in his ship when I visit… although how he would be able to tell amongst the heaps of detritus he leaves lying around constantly, I cannot fathom.”

Ikora glanced around the room they were in, observing the various books, oddities, trinkets, mementos, incense, ritual objects in various states of completion, and their seemingly haphazard placement. She could not help but remember her visit to the Drifter’s Annex, and the heaps of things around him, many of them, much to her surprise, also books.

“It may also have become a metaphor over time, traces of a presence of someone in another person's life becoming inextricable when one becomes close to them. Why are you smiling?”

“I hadn't realized the parallels.”

“Between the Drifter and I? There are more.” Eris looked up from her book.

Ikora put aside her data pad to hold her teacup with two hands, listening. Eris had always been a private person. Ikora had always been one of the few people she trusted to hold her secrets, but it had been a very long time since she had done so with anything not directly related to their fight to save humanity.

“He hides pain beneath many layers of masks, deflections, personas, not unlike how I choose to obfuscate the eyes I stole. But I have seen the quiet nobility deep within him that he works so very hard to hide, even from himself. I have found… kinship, with him, a form of understanding I had not thought possible.”

Ikora looked across the top of the teacup at her friend. Eris was in her element, focused, but also comfortable, as close to relaxed as Ikora had seen her in a very long time. Perhaps now was the right time to have this discussion.

“I think he may genuinely love you.” Ikora said quietly, wondering how Eris would respond. Would she deny it? Become flustered?

“Yes.” Eris did not look up from the book. “He does.” Her answer was stated without surprise or embarrassment, acknowledging a simple fact.

Ikora took a sip of her tea to hide her own surprise at this quiet affirmation. So the more outlandish reports were likely true. Fascinating.

“While a source of great comfort, it is not his affection I cherish most, but that which comes with it.” Eris’ fingertips traced along the page of the leather book she was no longer reading. “His trust.”

“The steadfastness of his faith in me gives me strength,” Eris continued. “His erratic, sometimes irrational, and other times, intensely practical, viewpoints give me perspective. He is irritating, obnoxious, crass, devious, vicious, but also good humoured, playful, deceptively clever, and kind.” She closed the book and continued to run her fingertips along the leather cover.

“Kind. The Drifter?” Ikora could not keep the incredulousness from her voice.

“Yes.” Eris placed the leather book on the stack at her feet. “He’ll freely tell you horrific stories of terrible things he’s done, companions he’s murdered, betrayed, eaten. And yet,”

Her fingertips returned to the paper pages of the open book in her lap. “He goes out of his way to help the House of Light because he feels they need ‘a win.’ He cautions against, and is highly conscious of, actions which might bring harm to civilians. Crow has watched him diffuse a lynch mob with jokes and clever banter.”

Ikora tilted her head, listening.

Eris closed the book and moved both books on her lap onto the now knee-high stack on the floor beside her. She leaned forward, pouring more tea into her cup from the pot on the table between them.

Ikora waited, hoping her silence would encourage Eris to continue. It did.

“His counsel is couched in the language of self-interest, but is always urging understanding. One of his most frequent questions is ‘what's it like?’“ Eris moved her fingers in a pantomime of the Drifter’s hand movements when tumbling a coin and she mimicked his cadence perfectly when she spoke the phrase, tilting her head the way he would.

Ikora laughed at both the excellent portrayal and in delight at this rare display of playfulness she had not seen from Eris in hundreds of years.

“His perspective is deeply rooted in empathy masquerading as hedonism.” Eris sipped her tea. “His senses, so blunted by trauma for so long he could not feel anything, have driven him to seek out how others feel. He listens, Ikora. He affects disinterest, mocks, deflects, teases, but these are slight-of-hand parlor tricks hiding the fact that he is listening, always listening, soaking up human, and non-human, interactions like a sponge.”

Ikora smiled.

Eris continued.

“He listens to me. He hears me, Ikora.” She leaned forward. “He makes me feel… heard.”

“The way you talk about him makes me realize I have greatly misjudged him.”

“He encourages you to do so. Uses it. Revels in it. Misunderstanding is a source of power for him. The Drifter wears being misjudged like a cloak, another layer of his many masks. He hides in the lies others tell about him, letting them tell themselves whatever they wish to believe, playing the part of the meretricious rogue. But he is devilishly cunning, sharp, asp-quick, and he reads people as closely as you or I read books.”

“What you said before was right. His skills would be valuable to the Hidden. You were also right about him saying no.”

“Do you notice how, because he steadfastly refuses, you will never need to wonder whether or not he is actually working for you? It would be so easy, and profitable, for him to agree. And you would never be able to trust him. Yet, by refusing, he embodies a form of honesty.”

“That's another word I would not have associated with him.”

“He would tell you he is as true as they come. Another double meaning. Layers upon layers to peel back to expose the painful quivering truth.”

Eris finished her tea and placed the cup on the table. She raised a hand in the air and twitched her fingers. Her glowing orb flew from the other side of the room to her hand.

She cradled it in both hands and continued.

“When I accompanied him and the Guardian into the realms of the Nine to ask about the darkness, the Emissary of the Nine insisted repeatedly that ‘the Dredgen always lies.’ It hurt him.”

Eris looked up, the soulfire lighting her face from below.

“It hurts him still. I do not know which version of him she knew when she was the titan he loved, but I know who he is now and I can say with complete certainty he does not lie. Cheat, steal, distort the truth, encourage false beliefs, mislead, misrepresent, yes, but when pressed he will deflect, shift, avoid, speak in riddles, anything but outright lie.”

The orb levitated inches above one of her hands as she caressed it with the other. “He is a fascinating creature, filled with contradictions and sorrow.”

Eris stood and turned away from Ikora, the soulfire around her ahamkara bone glowing, the lighting in the room dim enough to cause her form to darken to almost a silhouette as she continued.

“There may come a day when Orin the Sunbreaker walks among us once more, but I question if she will ever be able to recognize the treasure she so carelessly discarded, whose trust I now hold close and cherish. Perhaps if she had bothered to look beneath the layers she might have seen who he truly was, but she only saw what she wanted to see and, when she found a contradiction, she threw her treasure away.”

Eris turned back to Ikora. “And that treasure is now mine.”

The corner of her mouth quirked up into a small smile as she clutched her orb close to her, speaking to Ikora just above a whisper.

“Finders, keepers.”

This is one of a series of stories written during Season of the Witch that I called Kept Conficence, after the hand cannon with the lore that helped to inspire them.

Here is a link to all of them in order if you wish.

[10kiaoi]

Back roads.

[askthelittlegenius]

Live footage of me learning Russian

[jadejcw]

Hey guys and girls. I’m writing this to see meet new people and create bonds over films or tv shows that we might have common interest. I like to write fanfics and also Rp so If that’s something that interests you then feel free to like or inbox me. My fandoms below are as followed:

Vampire Diaries

Legacies

Teen Wolf

House of Dragon

Last of Us

Warrior Nun

Yellowjackets

Marvel

DC Comics

Star Wars

Fallout

Alien

Sweetpea

Stranger Things

Outer Banks

[doyou000me]

@overthinkthis tagged me in the favourite character challenge, so here we go~!

Challenge: Make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

I'm not really expecting anyone to vote, so instead of making it a themed list of characters or limiting myself to BL characters only, I am picking my favourite characters across the genres! Also, I am cheating as usual, because I ended up with 6 of them.

These gifs are making me think Wen and YiYong's mom would get along a bit too well

Tagging @candidamay, @welcometothelairofthebitchking, @cryingatships, @functionalasfuck, @dropthedemiurge,

@7nessasaryevils, @thepancakelady

As always, no preassure! Also, I know some of you have already done this, but if you feel like it, feel free to do it again with another set of characters!