#so like.. yeah hahah

[cheemken]

between lance and cynthia, who do you want to end up with diantha the most? and how would it play out in our au's

Why would you ask me this I love both ships so much man it's insane man the struggles of a multi shipper bcmxnd hahaha

I'm giving you two routes for this bc you can't just make me choose between my two fave ships

If Phaesporia was endgame

I wanna say bc Cynthia gets along well w Augustine and Geeta, and for Diantha that's one item on her lil checklist thing on finding a partner, someone that gets along w the ones she loves. Tho idt Cynthia really gets along w Geeta that well too, but Geeta just tolerates her to spite Lance

Not to say Lance is lacking or anything, Dia still loves him, but at the end of the day, Cynthia has that edge over him, and ofc, in her own charming way, she managed to actually win Diantha's heart, and made Dia fall in love w her too

Lance just accepts it, as much as it hurts, cause for him Diantha's happiness is important, so seeing her happy makes him happy too. After that whole ordeal maybe, Geeta and Cynthia doesn't mess w him that much anymore and even listens to him

~

If SilkWing was endgame

Maybe Lance did try getting along w Geeta and Augustine. And hey, Augustine already liked him from the start, w all the things Dia tells him, how great he is and he was such a gentleman, so Augustine was happy that someone was treating his sister right, and wasn't just dating her for the fame and fortune that came w their name

Getting along w Geeta was smth else tho, cause these two are so willing to kill each other, but also,, imagine if Geeta really challenged him to an all out battle, no matter if both of them gets hurt, and if he really beats her then he can be w Diantha. Lance thought it was nonesense, but he's willing to do it for Diantha. That battle was brutal as fuck man, but when Lance came out victorious, Geeta just sighed and actually smiled genuinely at him, saying how he really loves Diantha to go through all this for her, even to the point of getting his cape ripped

And yeah, Cynthia too just accepted it, Dia was happy w Lance, and hey, she's happy he's treating her right too, and it hurts but,, she's not really bitter abt it, as long as Dia's happy yknow, then that's all that matters for em hahah

[kyeterna]

Stardust

[danikatze]

[ID in alt text]

Quick sketch because this was beautifuuul

[clockwork-carstairs]

do you ever think about how matthew fairchild was such a sunshine coded character—a golden boy, floated through school, charmed everyone with his infamous smile; a starry-eyed dreamer who had faith in most things that weren’t himself. and how because of one moment of naivety he lost years of his life to devastating self-sabotage, believing himself worth nothing, deserving of nothing, drinking day by day to numb out the pain—because he believed people could only ever like him when he wasn’t sober, when he wasn’t fully himself. and how despite visibly not being okay, nobody ever really said anything about it until he basically hit rock bottom. and do you ever think about how matthew would’ve given up his love for cordelia in a second if it meant james could be happy, when james wouldn’t do the same? you knew. i told you in the letter. and how he joked and deflected so much to hide how sad he really was, because he believed no one would care enough to see it. i did not know that i looked sad, to you. because i think about it a lot and it makes me very sad

[doctorsiren]

uh maybe he just has The Most rizz?

[deoidesign]

panels from my webcomic. the characters are also from my webcomic. believe it or not it's about gay time traveling vampires

[itsallaboutbl]

ทำไมต้องเป็นเธอ - DOME JARUWAT OST. JACK&JOKER U STEAL MY HEART [Official MV]

[seiwas]

SEL MY SEL …….. crawling over here for the ask game …………… you already know . who i’m going to ask for phdkdjdkdb IN MY DEFENSE I WILL NEVER GET OVER YOUR VERSION OF HIM !!!!!!!

….. sugu ….. with ’sun’ ……. maybe 👉👈

(🍵 <- a little matcha for your troubles … good luck with the writing exercises my loveee <33 i’m cheering you on!!!)

ARI 🥹🥹🥹🥹 hehe ofc i shall write sugu for u! writing him is always so fun 🥹 thank you for the prompt, and for the matcha!! i will be sipping it as i write this 🥹 it is not a trouble at alllll!! esp if it's for youuuuu 🫶

contains: beautiful, gorgeous, sexy neighbor suguru, mood can be a bit unsettling... honestly a little stockholm syndrome-y (does this count as dark? idk 😭), skewed concept of reality and time

suguru + sun

you move into a new neighborhood on your 24th birthday.

it's a quaint house, fully furnished with wooden panels lining its contemporary build. you consider yourself lucky for finding a place this well-kept at the price point you offered. you're honestly surprised that suguru, your now landlord, accepted your application.

the area sits a few kilometers on the outskirts of the city, but it feels neither too quiet nor too busy; a perfect balance with an impressive view of the rising sun this early in the morning. that, and the people seem friendly, greeting you as they pass by. they even offer to help you haul things out of your car and into the house.

to the right of your house is one that holds the same design elements at yours, although a bit darker in its tones. it's sleek and modern, befitting of a bachelor.

"you must be the new tenant," a voice speaks from behind you, syrupy and smooth. you didn't even hear his footsteps.

when you turn around, you're met with a tall man who greets you with his arms held behind his back as he tilts his head low. there's a calmness that radiates off him, a sort of gentleness that signals he’s someone you can trust.

you nod, introducing yourself with your hand outstretched towards him.

"suguru," he replies as his fingers grab yours delicately. your eyes widen in surprise, recognizing the name, and he merely chuckles in return, a soft laugh that brings out kindness in his eyes.

"i should greet you properly," he lets go of your hand, placing it back behind him. "hello, new neighbor."

.

over shared breakfasts by your porch and impromptu dinners over at his, you grow a liking to suguru. he's polite and thoughtful, often knocking at your door in the mornings to offer you a cup of tea to watch the sunrise.

"you'll only find sunrises like this here," he leans back on the wooden chair you set out as outdoor furniture. his head tilts towards you slightly, impossibly close as you notice the corner of his lips curl up into a small grin.

hues of pinks, purples, and orange blend to illuminate his face perfectly. the sun is beautiful in front you, peeking between clouds as it inches away from the horizon, but something about him is infinitely more magnetic. your stare is immediately drawn to his lips, smooth and supple, before it meets his gaze.

you don't know what's worse―wanting to lean in or be pulled by the look in his eyes.

he fixes things that break in your home, always somehow knowing just when to show up. at first, it was your windows, the one by the attic, too high and dangerous for you to climb; then, it was your kitchen sink, its pipes regurgitating the water going down the drain. he's begun to bring you your groceries too, often asking for a list of what you need when he makes trips out of town.

your days blur easily when you're with suguru, and time passes almost fleetingly as you find your hours filled with soft laughs and touches so delicate you sometimes wonder whether they're real.

it should be noted, you think, how much time has passed since you first met him―an anniversary of some sort.

.

you learn that he owns both houses―his and the one you're currently renting. it once belonged to a friend who had to move for bigger, greater responsibilities elsewhere, he'd said.

"why did you decide on renting?" you ask him one night, over wine and candlelight.

your fingers fiddle with his as he sits you on his lap, this thing between you growing more intimate lately. he rubs his thumb along your thigh, resting his chin by your shoulder.

"you could have sold it or something."

he presses his lips gently on your collarbone.

"i could've," his fingers trail up to your waist, crossing your chest before landing on your chin, cupping it lightly to face him. your heart is hammering in your chest, senses on fire as his nose kisses yours. you think you can count every mole that dots his face beautiful. then, he inches closer, lips grazing yours as he whispers, "but i was waiting for you."

.

you mark each day at sunrise.

your digital clocks and calendars stopped working after some time, but you don't mind. suguru always tells you what date it is when you ask.

this morning, you wake up in his bed, and the sun is still as breathtaking as you remember it, the same pink, purple, and orange hues streaming through his window. when you look closely, the clouds―

"good morning," he brings you tea in bed, his hair topped off with a bun, a half-up-half-down.

your stomach fills itself with something warm and fuzzy as you smile at him, "morning."

"slept well?" his hand reaches for your waist under the duvet, and you giggle, ticklish.

"very," you crane your neck to land a soft kiss on his lips. "what date is it today?"

"october 28," he supplies.

your eyebrows shoot up as you realize, "i have to bring my car to the mechanic."

it's been 6 months now since your last check, right before you moved, and though you barely use your car anyway, it's best to be safe.

you quickly move to get up but suguru's hand keeps you in place, firmly pressed on your waist.

"i'll do it," he says with a smile on his face, "you rest here."

.

you barely see your other neighbors except for the girl who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and the twins down the street.

when you ask suguru about it, he dismisses the question quickly, saying, "must have moved," as he urges you to take another sip of your tea.

you dream of them that night, on bare streets; it wakes you in a cold sweat, the image of your neighborhood reduced to just your house and suguru's.

.

this is the 200th sunrise since you started counting, which means this is the 200th day since you and suguru officially got together. kind of.

your gift for him is a painting of the sunrise, because it reminds you of him; and because it's become your favorite thing to look forward to, too.

the pinks and purples blend together beautifully as it contrasts with the orange hues, and the sun continues to peak above the horizon as it settles between clouds.

suguru kisses you when you give it to him, the taste of tea right on his tongue.

he frames it on his bedside, and when you wake in his room the next morning, it greets you along with the back of his head, fast asleep.

your eyes flit to the view outside his window, the same pinks, purples, and orange hues. you tilt your head curiously, brows furrowing. the sun stays at the same spot above the horizon, and when you look at the painting again, the clouds hold the same position and shape.

a chill washes over you, your hearbeat pounding.

.

"what date is it today?" you ask suguru as you wash the potatoes in the sink.

another bag of groceries from suguru. now that you think about it, you don't think you've ever gone to the grocery store since moving.

"is it important?" he responds, slightly snappy. you've begun to notice that he hates it when you ask lately.

you eye him from the side.

"i was thinking of preparing a menu of what we'll eat during the holidays, if it's near."

the furrow on his brows smooths out as you give your answer, and so he says, "december 5."

and you know something is wrong, because that can't be it. it doesn't make sense with the sunrises you've counted.

.

you dream again, more and more as the days go by―dirt roads and your house and suguru's, run-down and empty. more things start breaking in your apartment, and suguru always knows when they need to be fixed.

there's a deep, twisting feeling in your stomach that intensifies, festering under your skin; it worsens in the mornings, when you sit with suguru at your porch and you think you see a crack in the sunrise.

.

sunrise valley the place where the sun never sets! ─── beautiful, bright, and destined for people who live just like you! find your new home here.

[DISCONTINUED] — FOR DEMOLITION ON DECEMBER 7. under investigation for suspicious spiritual activity and missing persons.

[percys-lemons]

I swear this footage looks like it was shot on an iphone or something its crazy

HM IT WONT LET ME PUT THE LINK

but the video on youtube is Pink Floyd @ Japan - Hakone Aphrodite, 1971 so uh yeah enjoy its got some fantastic photos as well

[luoisalunitic]

I may have added too many sequins, but I like glitter so…

What doodle me is saying: “So I found an old dress I wore for my middle school dance, and I put Macaque in the dress lol”

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Holy shit Ajax is so close to figuring it out!! Zhongli is lucky that he grabbed the guy who knew he wasn’t human with the radio but at the same time. Dude. Least subtle string of events ever

ajax is indeed close to getting it, but i'm not sure this situation in particular was like- unsubtle? ajax only clocked it in as weird bc 1) he knows he's not human 2) he's realized zhongli just does not know the names of some things and 3) he's realized there's a good chance zhongli has never interacted with most technology and is just (somehow) apparently winging it but like, from a non-ajax pov, nothing about this sequence would've been necesarily weird. zhongli never stated he doesn't know what a walkietalkie is, ajax just (correctly) assumed that bit. he said "i've never used one of these before"; that's not a weird thing to say. you have an oldschool radio and you can't figure it out so you pass it over and say hey yeah never used one of these before. that's not weird. people don't assume you don't know what a radio is from that, this is just ajax' brain firing at all these things bc he already knows zhongli isn't human and not knowing how to use a military-grade walkitalkie- unless i'm missing something, that's not- weird. is it? is it weird to not know how to use a military grade handheld radio? yeah this version of teyvat probably had an equivalent to our motorolas before they got smartphones and yeah czl is in that age range but like still. if someone told me they don't know how to use an, again, military grade walkietalkie, i wouldn't be werided out by it. i can handle a motorola but i've never held a cop's walkietalkie so idk

maybe i'm wrong on that last bit tho who knows

[kaisollisto]

(set sometime after this)

what do I look like_

Beatrice pauses, she knows there is only one correct answer but she hesitates. She runs a quick diagnostic scan in her system before she hovers over the chatbox. 

She’s run data on Ava for so long it should be easy to rattle off the numbers and geometry of her curves, the environment and the scale and magnitude of her body. She could close her eyes and sculpt her 3D model running on the barest of functions of her own body. She could chart her topography map on the stars. She could describe how and why every single rock and soil sediment came to be and formed on Ava. What forces of nature changed and shaped her the way she is now. 

The “_” bar flickers at her, Beatrice thinks that’s Ava’s way of blinking at her. She should start at the beginning, should describe the grueling process of creating an infrastructure to be supported by her, the new agriculture that has emerged because of her but it seems like there is no answer she can give that can match the weight of Ava’s question. 

There’s a rawness to her message, like Ava has invited her inside to peer inside a panel with a fraction of her wiring. (She’s seen vague blueprints for it, has even attempted to emulate a new environment from Jillian’s leftover notes but none of them make it past the first couple tests.) It’s a new thing to learn from her, to realize that she will always be changing but Beatrice is stagnant. 

Beatrice places her hand on the patch of grass on the cliff side. She can peer over the edge and watch as they pass by the blinking cities below. She wonders if this may help, if it could bring her closer to describing her in a way that Ava has only known. 

Ava is silent and Beatrice didn’t think she could feel this much from one question. She doesn’t know how to describe it but it feels like all of the bolts inside of her are expanding and she too must adapt. It’s odd what Ava is asking, (at the core of it all am I still me?) 

The numbers don't seem to matter anymore, how could she even begin to quantify any sort of Ava with her data. There are no words fit to describe her. It’s frustrating, everything that she’s ever known is running away from her. There must be something wrong, she must be doing this wrong. 

And for a moment Beatrice falters, she falters, she feels diminutive. A query to an answer that she doesn't have. A tender sort of thing from Ava that she cannot grasp, a whisper that she cannot hear. 

She’s missing something, she must have missed something on Ava. It’s incomplete and wrong and she must start over. There must be an adequate way of seeking her, finding Ava’s answer. 

I don’t know._

[girlishwhimsies]

just saw an ai fanfiction post on instagram. just how. like man. i haven’t seen it in this fandom but it so crazy. this story is so full of characters who are so messy and complex and beautiful and was written with so much love and is performed with so much intention and fun. how do you know all this and choose to use something as soulless and evil as chatgpt. there’s no use for it

[sharkdays]

anyways. here’s my liko journal spread re-do

[saturnisfallingdown]

I think one of the craziest things about foundations is the way that they always talk about it as the song "just kinda happened" as they were playing together again. as if they were in the rehearsal space and ray tripped on a mic cord and accidentally played the single best mcr guitar solo yet

[itsallaboutbl]

I've only kissed you once. I remember it. It was trembling, enchanting, warm and tender.