#shenanigans are afoot

[septic-dr-schneep]

Jackieboy: Hmm, Chase has been pretty quiet today.

Schneep: Yes, it's quite nice, actually.

Jackieboy: ...

Schneep: ...

Jackieboy: We should check on him.

Schneep: Immediately.

[monsieur-neuvillette]

✅ + Handcuff yourself to Wriothesley

✅ Yes Day

“Do I have to? I do not have handcuffs on me… and Wriothesley is sleeping peacefully.”

[Neuvillette sighs for a moment before grabbing the hand cuffs from Wriothesley, slipping one side on to his own wrist, then the other on to one of the loops on Wriothesleys belt, being careful to not disturb him]

“I only hope that he has the keys on him when he wakes up.”

[outofstrings]

Thinking about a new au but not sure I have the time or spoons for it (I'm attempting to draw once more)

[arecaceae175]

For the three sentence prompts: Run with Wake from Bonus Links?

Wake was tired.

Keeping ten heroes together who wanted to be doing practically anything other than stay together was a lot of work. He finally got to collapse in his hammock for the night, and his momentum pushed it into a rocking motion. It was comforting; it reminded him of his ship at sea.

He was nearly asleep when he felt a finger poke his forehead. Wake jolted up, hand automatically flying to the knife at his belt.

Mini was staring at him.

Wake sighed and flopped back down.

“Yes?” Wake asked. He kept one eye cracked open to watch for Mini’s response, but the kid just kept staring.

“Do you need something? Or can I go to sleep?” Wake asked.

Mini clicked his tongue a few times, pushed Wake’s hammock into a rocking motion again, then proceeded to run away.

“Ok,” Wake said. “Thanks.”

(Send me a prompt!)

[jamiesfootball]

Silliness ensues:

No one said a goddamn word about disguises; Roy would’ve popped them around the head if they did, anger management and therapy be damned. This wasn’t a Mission Impossible movie, this was- 

-grown men infiltrating their friends rival restaurant to see what kind of dirt they could turn up.

Isaac and Jamie shared a bewildered look, before turning to Roy as if he were the crazy one.

"We agreed on putting the reservations under a fake name. Why the fuck would we come dressed as ourselves?”

Maybe Roy deserved to get bopped on the head too.

He tugged at the sleeves of his leather jacket and refused to feel self-conscious from the proximity alone. A feat in itself given the vomit of clothes that Jamie proudly strutted around in.

Chartreuse didn’t begin to cover it. Why Jamie considered a - and he was using the word loosely here - designer track suit was appropriate attire for anything higher than a food court was beyond Roy’s comprehension. The acidic highlighter color rendered it nearly glow in the dark.

"It’s bright and distracting so won’t recognize my face,” Jamie explained.

Isaac wagged his finger at him. “Smart.”

[…]

Isaac was dressed like goddamn Indiana Jones. The professor version. With the glasses.

“Is that tweed?” Jamie asked curiously, and Roy prayed to whatever god would listen to spare the world from Jamie Tartt experimenting with woven fabrics .

Isaac rolled his shoulders; the suit jacket whimpered where it circled the bulk of his shoulders. “Sure is. Sustainably sourced, too.”

The intrigued glint in Jamie’s eyes warned Roy that sometime soon on a morning run he would be held hostage by a very annoying tangent.

Sam, a normal person dressed a stylish blue silken suit, surveyed Isaac's suit thoughtfully. “The tailoring is wonderfully done.”

He said nothing about Jamie’s outfit. Smart lad.

Colin rolled up in a suit - a good start - but bottled it by coming near the window, where the light revealed the deep purple material to be shot through with shimmering leopard spots.

“Fuck, Colin. You wore a disguise too?”

Colin froze mid-buttoning his cufflinks. “We were supposed to wear disguises?”

[thesargasmicgoddess]

1st semester of PhD program ✅️✅️✅️

🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Only like, 7 or so more to go 🤣

[ashes-of-ailell]

so Ashe has:

Crest of the Beast

8 movement

High Crit

a hammer

Death Blow

Lethality

High Dex

High Speed

and a bow and a sword-

Goddess Ring

nobody on this map is safe

[velcoriaexploration]

@landoflustfulladies @wanderxdusk @chronicparagon @soldierunderfire @thegirlatopbigben @monochromatic-minds

Cardin's danger sense is tingling...

[waytoobsessed]

new thread i hope we dont run into anything creppy tbh and also we can tame some male deathmoths *points* look they are over there @possibly-a-table-or-just-gay @kidswithautism

Ooh moth bois.

Gonna guess they’re passive?

[amoirsetpacis]

".... Where's my coat."

[monsieur-neuvillette]

What if all water became wine?

Send my muse "What If...?" scenarios!

“That would be quite distressing…”

[He thinks about it for a few moments before shaking his head and sighing]

“Would I then technically be the wine dragon instead of hydro?”

[apomaro-mellow]

people who are into the rom-com vibe so far are really gonna like the next part of Matchmaking Harringtons

[alteredsilicone]

so, the bottom drawer of my closet is broken... cats are excited

[mercless]

[badassbutterfly1987]

ACIAG ch. 33 preview

Summary: Serafina attempts recruitment and Thomas tries not to commit a murder.

He had eyes off of Edith for maybe two minutes. Apparently that was all the time Serafina had needed to charm her, going by the way Edith was preening at the attention. Impressive allure for a fear-eater, or maybe Edith was just that susceptible to pretty girls.

Thomas strolled forward and, flinging his arm around his cousin's shoulder, tugged Edith back. She stumbled and tensed, before realizing it was him.

"Serafina! Always a pleasure to see you," words a hair too sharp to be genuine. "I see you've met one of my cousins."

Edith shrank a little, catching on that she'd been talking to the wrong person.

"Of course." A mask of smiling politeness, typical White Court. "I try to familiarize myself with out young exceptional kinsfolk."

Well, that confirmed things. Edith was a bastard of House Raith, the only exceptional about her (and more notably the only that would reasonably intrigue Serafina) was that she was a minor talent. This wasn't the first time she had charmed a lesser member of House Raith, appealing to loneliness and low self-esteem.

Thomas lowered his voice. "Edith, remember that thing we talked about, in regards to keeping yourself busy?"

Code for 'go check on Justine or Lara, so I can attend to business'. She nodded and scampered off; she was learning.

He leaned back against the balcony, appearing more relaxed than he actually was. The anger was simmering. He had expected better. "This party is not for your recruitment attempts. Leave my cousin out of your machinations."

"I know he talked to you," she said quietly, gaze intense. "This is no different."

It was different. Edith was young and vulnerable. Whatever Jameson and Serafina were up to, Thomas was experienced enough to deal with it. "Either way, Edith is off limits. Now was this plan yours or Jameson's?"

Serafina's expression tightened. Her voice was low and gaze intent. "I know what it's like to grow up being called a freak by family, and I know Mircea treated you the same. I'm not like-"

She faltered, indecisive. "He didn't tell me to do this. He won't bother lesser talents, not when you're an option."

Serafina walked away then. It should have been reassuring but Thomas was starting to get an inkling there was more he didn't know. At the very least, Serafina and Jameson weren't entirely on the same page.

A problem for later.

[marlynnofmany]

I’m looking forward to all the unhinged crossovers! Dracula is public domain too. With similar levels of homoerotic tension great potential for mystery-solving!

I wanna see Watson swapping stories with Quincy, and Mrs Hudson having Opinions (good or bad) about Professor Van Helsing.

Fun Fact: in one month, all Sherlock Holmes stories hit the public domain and the Conan Doyle Estate can't do shit! I say this for absolutely no reason but also congrats in advance to the happy couple.