#somebody PLEASE write this fic

[agir1ukn0w]

ok can we pls just collectively acknowledge real quick the fact that qimir not only healed osha's wound, but when he took her back to his cave he actually pulled her shirt up a little so he could wrap a bandage around her torso 👀🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[my-drama-heart2406]

So I had this fic idea...

So suppose Hong Hae-in and Hon Cha-young know each other. Both successful and immaculately dressed queens with quirky personalities, besides, who can dislike our Cha-young. Maybe the Hongs used to take help from Cha-young, since she's a Hong too, when she was a lawyer at Wusang, before Hae-in married Hyun-woo.

And Hae-in told in the last ep that she'll bring a competent lawyer of her own... Now WE know that that lawyer was going to be 🤌Vincenzo Cassano🤌

But what if Hae-in wasn't talking about Vinny at all. What if she had meant Hong Cha-young instead. Because Wusang or not Hong Cha-young is still Hong Cha-young.

So NIS and Interpol lifted the arrest warrant on our Corn-Salad. And the first thing he did, obviously, is coming to meet his 💖byeonohsa-nim💖 and his ✨Geumga family✨

So Hae-in goes to Geumga plaza, to Jipuragi to employ their CEO as her legal representative.

Now, naturally, Vincenzo is also at Jipuragi. Because peak Chayenzo domesticity is them working on cases together.

Now Hong Cha-young has a lot on her plate, being the CEO of Jipuragi, but she still wants to help a friend in need. That's where Vinny comes into the picture.

He hears Hae-in's case and his first thought is that... He needs to teach her jerk of a husband a lesson on how a man should treat the woman he loves(he does know it best).

And he looks at Hong Cha-young and goes, "byeonohsa-nim, don't worry I'll handle it."

And Hong Cha-young looks smugly and proudly up at her man and nods her head, "ofcourse byeonohsa-nim. Go ahead."

Hae-in is sceptical of this lawyer she has never seen or even heard of before, even though he seems very charismatic. But Hong Cha-young assures her, "don't worry. He's got this. He's the best I know 😉"

[imfinereallyy]

some of us, and I’m not naming names, need to start being properly tagged on fics.

Angst: Is it me?

No.

Unhappy Ending: Is it me?

……it’s not Angst.

[singing-mockingbird]

Peter B Parker: "stop being so mean to me or I swear to God I'm gonna fall in love with you!"

Miguel: "..."

[terresdebrume]

Concept: The DBDA Characters in a modern AU meet as a D&D group. Niko is the experienced DM with a lot of ideas, and Edwin is her long time friend and player.

Edwin plays a Moon Circle druid because it's the only class he hasn't really tried out before, and he wants to give tanking a go. He also accidentally ends up in charge of onboarding Charles, the nice beginner who's mostly here to support his bestie. Edwin color codes the various sections of Charles' character sheet & helps him remember which type of dice is witch.

Crystal plays a bard and comes up with zingers for her vicious mockery that makes the whole table collapse in laughter. For the BBEG, she even comes ready with dozens of haikus insulting him, his fashion choices, his mom, and the quality of his magic.

Charles starts out as a barbarian but realizes he's not comfortable with the rage mechanic and sunsets his first character pretty quickly. Everyone expects him to leave because he's seemed uncomfortable most of the time, but when he comes back as a paladin he surprises the whole table by getting really into the roleplay, coming up with a new voice and a specific accent and everything.

Monty plays a Circle of Stars Druid because it's also his first campaign and he likes the astrology theme. He ends up as the party's main healer a bit by accident, but he gets really competent at it and the party relies on him a lot, so his character's betrayal and departure from the group (when he has to leave to study abroad for a while) shocks everyone and they're all quite incensed about it.

When Monty comes back a year later, he brings along his boyfriend Thomas, whose Tabaxi character is a Grave Cleric and first introduced as the guy who brings an almost dead [Monty's character] to the Party's doorstep for protection. The return kicks off the final arc of the campaign and introduces the first in game romance, which ends up making everybody cry.

On the second campaign, Charles decides he can't let himself be outdone by the annoying american (no offense, Crystal) and announces that he's going to romance someone too. This can go one of two ways:

Crystal also finds Thomas annoying and plays along, and she and Charles end up roleplaying a romance for the ages that weirdly ends their on/off relationship when they realize their characters are more in love than they are, and/or

Crystal Does Not Want to be involved in the rooster fight and makes her character a lesbian on purpose, leaving Charles to romance the only character available: Edwin's.

Shenanigans ensure either way.

[manufacturedrainbows]

My Fabian fanfic is going great so far

EDIT: Fanfic is up on ao3 now! ✨️

[qwerty019283ytrewq]

Today is a fun day...

I was riding my bike and thinking about what to post. I usually listen to music and dream about my ideal world, but today tumblr captured me.

Two streets before my house, while I was waiting for the green light at the traffic light, I felt myself fainting. And three times after that.

Now everything is fine. I returned home, I'm coming to my senses, and I'm trying to make post.

And so. I remembered Antonio Banderas, and then Spy Kids, and then the post-poll who are the children of Daniel and Max in the grid and...

✨️Imagine✨️

Jack and Hamda are coming home after school. They swear, bicker, and shove. Typical brother and sister. After opening the front door, they drop their backpacks in the hallway and go to the kitchen. Finally, they notice that dad is not at home, and the kitchen is a mess.

Jack asks his younger sister to stay in the kitchen while he checks the other rooms. The TV in the living room seems to have been blown up, everything that was made of glass is now frozen with shards on the floor, the pillows in the parents' bedroom are torn, one is visible..."What's it? Three holes...end-to-end? We need to call the police."

Jack returns to Hamda, who begins to panic. The girl is scared, breathing fast. Somehow, Jack manages to calm his sister down, and then they hear the ringtone of their dad's phone. They don't understand how it survived in all this devastation, but they take it out from under the sofa.

Uncle Seb is calling.

"Daniel, take the children immediately. You need to hide in a safe place... "

"Uncle Seb? I'm afraid it's too late for that."

Hamda is sobbing in the background.

Spy Kids

Spy Parents

"Where are our children?

"What are they doing?"

[escapingarchives]

Consider:

Nureyev’s going undercover as a hypnotist for a show at a grand party of the wealthy (somewhere in the estate is a safe with some very important schematics he'd like to get his hands on).

He researches extensively, first pouring over books and then spending hours choosing outfits, rehearsing flourishes and precise movements. He’s also researching the heist itself, of course. But this time, Juno seems more annoyed with all the time he spends on his research. Juno lounges on the bed watching his boyfriend practicing his entrance over and over, only interrupted by occasional dives to double check his books.

Juno huffs and breaks the silence.

“What a bunch of bullshit, can you believe people actually think this hypnosis shit works? Controlling other people with your voice, my ass.” He rolls his shoulders, they've been tense for days, and the pain is worsening his mood.

“Oh now, it’s a performance like any other,” Nureyev replies, “but my research shows people can be put in a trance, can be hypnotized, provided they want it themselves. One cannot make someone do something against their will. They must want to be hypnotized, to let go and be open and obedient. It's quite interesting."

“Can’t see why anyone would want that at all.” Juno says in his usual snappy manner, but he considers it in his head. Being in a trance, mind blank, just floating and being open to... whoever’s in control. He’d hate it, of course, he’d feel way too vulnerable. Even more so in front of a crowd, at a show of all things. He needs to always be alert.

But…

Sometimes he just wants a break from it all, even his own head. Especially his own head. To relax and leave himself in the hands of... well. Maybe he can see the appeal, just a little.

He doesn’t say any of this out loud, of course. Nureyev just hums, practising how he'll pick his pendant out of his front pocket.

“Juno,” he says after a while, “since you’re not receptive to actually being hypnotized, can I test the act on you? Then you can tell me how it looks, without being distracted.” He smiles, one of his canines peeking out.

“Yeah, alright,” Juno replies, trying to sound nonchalant. He sits up at the edge of the bed, stretching a little, ignoring the little jump of excitement he feels for a brief moment. “But I’m still gonna tell you whenever you sound way too ridiculous.”

Nureyev's smile widens, and Juno's eye focus on his sharp teeth. “Wonderful, Juno.”

Nureyev starts with his grand entrance, speaking to the imaginary audience. Juno’s both in awe at his confidence and ability to glide seamlessly into the role, through the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

He resists the temptation to make a snide remark when Nureyev adresses an invisible audience member with the tales of his past deeds.

“… and I shall do it all, with this!” Nureyev reveals the crystal pendant he’s fastened to a chain in a dramatic flourish. “Now, esteemed audience, please quiet down so I can demonstrate my abilities on this lovely lady.”

He sits on a chair in front of Juno. “Now please Juno, focus on the crystal. Let your thoughts clear. All that matters is to keep your eye on the crystal, and listen to my voice…”

Juno rolls his eye, but still leans forward. Nureyev holds the crystal up by the chain so it catches the light, and starts swinging it slowly back and forth.

"That looks really stupid," Juno remarks.

Nureyev shushes him.

It’s a pretty jewel, probably worth quite a lot. Juno wonders where Nureyev stole it. It’s a deep violet that shifts from a sparkling, deep blue, into a gold-speckled pink. It naturally grabs his attention, swinging back and forth. The swinging part still looks stupid. But maybe it would be nice to...

The pendant swings, and Nureyev keeps talking in his smooth voice. This might not be so bad, after all. Juno doesn’t feel vulnerable, there’s nothing to be worried about, he knows he’s safe with Nureyev. Who’s currently speaking, but Juno can’t recall what he’s been saying. He focuses on Nureyev’s steady voice again; he loves listening to that melodic voice.

“You feel the tension leave your jaw, your neck, your chest, arms, that’s it, relax for me…”

It’s surprisingly easy, Juno thinks, to relax. Usually it’s hard to let go of all the tension that sits in his body. It's such a constant part of him that it almost feels strange how easy it melts from his limbs.

“… your stomach, your legs..."

He's breathing more deeply now, he notices. It's comfortable where he sits on the bed, letting his eye follow the pretty pendant that catches the light. He's safe here.

"...that's it, relax for me, you're doing so well."

Juno feels warm at that. He's glad he's doing well. Nureyev's voice really suits this kind of thing, he thinks. Smooth and low and inviting. Juno wants to tell him he sounds nice, but he's so relaxed. It can wait. He struggles to keep his eye open.

"... even more relaxed and sleepy, and you'll only let go on my count - wait, Juno?"

The pendant stops for a moment. Juno lets out a low, protesting sound. It's very hard, but Juno lifts his heavy eye to Nureyev's face. He was doing well, wasn't he?

"Are you really -?" Nureyev says softly.

Juno's so relaxed and comfortable, he felt so close to letting go and now he's confused about what Nureyev's even talking about. He manages a questioning "hmm?"

Nureyev stares at him for a long moment, and then he smiles again, showing his sharp teeth. He cups Juno's face, and it feels nice, so Juno leans into it.

"Oh Juno, you are too lovely, " Nureyev says and holds up the pendant again, swinging the beautiful crystal. "Look back at the crystal for me and keep listening. That's it, well done, and you feel yourself gliding back into the comfortable feeling. Just focus on my voice and how good it feels."

Juno's eye is following the jewel again, how it catches the light, his breathing evening out. He feels like he's enveloped in a soft blanket.

"When I count down, you will feel even more relaxed at every step. When I reach zero, you will sleep for me. You'll be fully under, open, and relaxed. No need to be distracted, just be in the moment, no need to think of anything else..."

Distantly, Juno hears Nureyev speak for another minute, then he starts to count down from ten. For every number, he feels heavier, and more and more comfortable. It's so easy to let go. He wants to let go, to let Nureyev take care of him. Vaguely, he realizes he's wanted it ever since Nureyev introduced him to his newest con. Blank, soft, mindless. Quiet. Juno wants that, and he trusts Nureyev. Of course he does.

"Zero. Sleep for me, Juno."

Juno does.

[allthoughts-headgay]

ok so we all know and love jegulus raising harry but have you thought about the absolute angst that is jegulus taking in teenage harry after he runs away from the dursleys?

i might do it 👀

[mothgardens]

ladies and gentlemen, i just finished supernatural <3 going to jump off a bridge now :3 cyah !!

[patch3sthenightup]

[i-like-eddsworld-lol]

Think about BG3HD, Slimecicle’s bg3 play through. Then think about bg3. Think about how everyone talks.

Just think about the fUCkhINg cONtrAST okay. Between the main four’s absolute buffoonery, their rambling, and then EVErY npc they come across. So eloquent. So British. Think about the fucking NARRATOR. She’s so mysterious and serene and fucking crystalline. And she’s narrating for THESE GUYS.

Picture, if you will, BG3HD as an actual anime. The video does it well enough, but imagine like, the full thing with three seasons and more dialogue. They had 200 hours, alright, what do we really need to make up? And imagine the bg3 narrator as their/the audience’s narrator. Bonus points if it’s PAIRED with Charlie/Xiv’s narration from the video. Fucking wild.

Or just… whatever they were saying in the ‘editor’s cut’ (please exist please exist please exist), and just. Just listen to clips online, of bg3 audio, and imagine the four/three/four plus rai responding to that.

An alternative? Rai as the narrator. His little ghost at the end inspired this one. He never outright says “us”, “we”, “I was there that blue transmasc that’s me”. But the way he talks implies he has a deep connection to the other three, even if it’s somewhat one-sided. His emotions and opinions will be clear as day (the latter outright stated and used for funnies, the former a bit more subtle and genuine). He’ll refer to the group as ‘our heroes’, in classic narrator fashion, and I can see him saying “our heroes, plus Rai” because it’s funny, and also I imagine his ghost harbours a lot of regret for his attempted amicide.

I quite like this idea. Somebody make a fanfic.

[socialfilter]

and I love you, it’s ruining my life

Karolina would, in hindsight, amusedly reason that now - after thirty something years - she’s finally a New Yorker. She’s done most things people would consider only ‘true’ New Yorkers would do already. Cried on a subway and not given a damn what anyone thought, killed a cockroach with her own hand, tasted supposedly the best deli sandwich in the city and now, she’d had a run-in with a cab driver that had not ended in her favour.

Give her a fucking medal.

shivlina fic <3

[hitorimaron]

bonus:

[omppupiiras]

stretching my drawing muscles to prepare for tonight's of mayhem 💪✍ jk im just addicted to drawing him actually

[citrus-owl]

Austin - by Blake Shelton Steddie AU inspired by this song

So I'm sharing this everywhere because I desperately want someone to write it So I was listening to country music today and the song Austin by Blake Shelton came on and let me tell you I almost started cryin because of an AU idea that popped into my head for Steve and Eddie Just the thought of a Steve and Eddie who after everything that goes down with the Upside Down, grow closer together, spend all their time together and inevitably start falling hard for each other. And just Eddie not being able to stay in Hawkins because no matter that his name is cleared he is still Eddie "The Freak Munson" and the people of Hawkins will never let him live in peace. The thing is though Eddie starts planning on leaving but he knows Steve won't come with him, he's always saying how he has to stay for the kids and Robin, and Eddie doesn't have any clue how to ask him to leave with him....so he doesn't.

He tells Steve one day that he has to leave that he can't stay in Hawkins anymore, he never meant to stay this long as it is. Steve of course is stunned because he had no idea Eddie had been planning on leaving this whole time. He asks Eddie when he's leaving and Eddie wincing and saying he's leaving in the morning. Steve is devastated, Eddie apologizes of course but he won't change his mind (even as he's breaking his own heart) so he leaves. He leaves that very night before he can change his mind. He knows if Steve asks he'll stay but he can't do that to himself (not after every time his mama stayed after his Dad promised he would change...Al Munson never did) so Eddie does what he does best he runs He's been in Chicago for a year, settled and content with where he's at, though Steve is never far from his mind, and with it being a year since he's left (never calling back to give anyone but Wayne who was sworn to secrecy his number) he in his shitty little one bedroom apartment high and buzzed when he decides fuck it and dials a number Wayne gave him a few months after he made it to the city (Steve having moved out of his parents house and into a trailer right next to Wayne gave Wayne his number...for emergencies of course) He listens as his call rings and rings and finally beeps, he sighs about to hang up when Steve's voice filters through with his answering machine message, he lets whoever is calling know that if they're calling about the car he sold it, if it's Tuesday night he's out shooting hoops, and if it's someone selling shit he's flat broke so better luck next time, if it's anyone else they know what to do, and P.S. if this is Bambi.....I still love you (course he couldn't say Eddie's name but well, no one but he and Eddie knew about that nickname) Eddie fucking drops the phone eyes wide, and heart racing Anyway that's where I've been at all day, and I just desperately want someone to write this