#tbd (shipping)

[enden-k]

ok...ok yeah im being fed alright

[mouseycometz]

“Cake by the Ocean” starts playing…

A summery commish I received from the awesome @z-ero-b, featuring Heatwave and Billie (OC)! Thank you!

[crystallizsch]

“You can’t come after me just because I’m an ‘easier’ target!”

[divine-draws]

lmk if yall want the context to this image BUT mullet stanley be upon yee

[galedekarios]

a bioware game tradition datv def carries on for me personally is that i just don't vibe with any of the comp/comp or comp/npc ship they cooked up.

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

Nettles's story matters because of her lack of privilege. Because of the place she comes from. Because her heritage is left up in the air. The valyrians were shepherds before they were dragonriders and there's an inherent power to this person who was a nobody taming a wild dragon in a way the valyrians first could have attempted when they discovered dragons. She tamed Sheepstealer the way anyone might try to tame a wild animal, feeding and building a bond with him gradually. It can never be given to another character and have the same effect, especially if said character is the highborn daughter of two powerful families. She was literally just a girl and she tamed Sheepstealer and that story loses all of its power when it's Daem on's trueborn daughter whose own dragon hatching for her was meaningful in its own way, imo.

[blueberrysquire]

Sho's Affinity 8 event pt2!

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

HE PLAYS GUITAR?????

JFOWJFOSNFKKSNDOSKFK CAN HE AND AUTUMN (my oc) PLAY TOGETHER??? OR MAYBE HE'S KINDA FORGOTTEN HOW TO PLAY BECAUSE ITS BEEN A WHILE AND SHE RE-TEACHES HIM AND THEN HE MAKES HER FOOD TO THANK HER AND SHES LIKE DAWG YOU DONT GOTTA THANK ME AND HES LIKE "Ok, I'll do it because I like you." AJFIWNOFNWOFNOSNFKSMFJGISNF SOMEONE TAKE THIS GAME AWAY FROM ME

My heart

1. Why do I know what Hyde's cologne smells like

And 2.

@smoresasaur THIS RUINS OUR HEADCANNONS NOOOOOOOOOO

Then he tries to cheer you up with food (which is the best way to cheer ME up, honestly) and you get all excited and then he makes the cutest little laugh and I just hdufnwlfnownfkwnfkwnkdkfkskfnksndksmdlmskdkdkkfksodnoqnc

THE VOICES

THE VOICES

[ogatas-beloved]

I needed to draw one of those 50s arts from that one post as me n March

(Molly- it/they, March- they/she)

Original under the cut

[ninkaku]

strange behaviour from the arcane fandom when a woman that has relations with another woman goes down a darker path and people condemn her whereas if she was a man in love with another man this would be lapppped up as “toxic yaoi”. please get a grip

[kabukiaku]

i got jumpscared by a ship that i do not like™ so.....remember to properly tag your art/reblogs guys!

[arendaes]

same ghosts in a new home

I've been trying to find some writing prompts to turn to when I want to write but don't know what, and when these prompts passed by my dash earlier I knew I found the list to pull from. I used a random number generator to pick which prompt to write. Up first we have:

same ghosts in a new home (961 words)

Fandom: Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous

Rating: T for implied sexual activity (nothing graphic)

Ship: The Commander/Daeran/Woljif

Other notes: Second Person POV

In some of the books you’d read in the past, you’d run into descriptions of the lingering effects of an argument. You’d always dismissed them as poetic hogwash. But now, as you stand in the middle of the sitting room of our new home, you could swear there was an echo, the last vestiges of heated words and raised voices falling back through time to haunt you. 

Truthfully, you're not sure what you said to set Woljif off, or why I was upset with your refusal to apologize. We knew what you were like by now, and you thought you were being nice. Though, if you're being honest with yourself, you know how your words can land more like poisoned barbs than playful jabs. This fight might not be entirely your fault, but you're not completely innocent in it either. 

With a sigh, you turn towards the liquor cabinet, situated right next to the stairway you once sat in waiting for us to join you in. You remember the soft words and the heated embraces, reminders that your melancholy was as ephemeral as it was unfounded. Even now, the memory brings a small smile to your lips. “You will never pale into insignificance.” “You're stuck with us, Your Excellency.” 

To the hells with it. Abandoning your original trajectory, you turn towards the door. Judging by the light filtering in through the window, you have a couple hours yet before the sun goes down. Perhaps you have a plan, perhaps you just want some fresh air. Either way, you’re out of the house before you even realize it. 

****

Now, as for you, Woljif, you had stormed out of the house into the backyard. It was still mostly an overgrown ruin, a choking tangle of weeds and debris that I intend to one day transform into a garden bursting with life. The only thing of note was the small part of the Sellen River that flowed through it, a sliver of pure, bubbling water that you once spent an evening frolicking in with Daeran and I. The memories are pleasant, and the guilt that pervades you at their arrival is entirely unwelcome. 

With an aggravated sigh, you pull one of your daggers out of its holster. Even now it’s a habit to make sure you’re armed. Maybe there will come a day when you don’t feel the need, and when it comes, that’s how you’ll know you’ve truly lost your edge. With a frown, you toss the knife at a nearby stump. It sticks with a loud thud, not unlike the sound the door made when you slammed it come out here. 

Your edge…that’s what this about. Just two years ago you were still running with the Family and scrabbling to get by day to day. Now, here you are, married to two of the most prestigious people in the country and the beginnings of a home to call your own. This is something you should be happy about, and you are! But there is a part of you that feels like you’re betraying everything you’d ever known, stabbing the boy you once were in the back for the first shred of kindness and love that had been shown to you. 

You pull the dagger free, all the anger in your veins dying as the blade comes loose from the wood. Daeran didn’t mean anything by it, but the quip had been phrased just right, careless in the way only someone who’d never faced such hardship could be. Now you know that the wounds of your past still stung.

Taking a deep breath, you flop onto the stump, staring out into the sunlit water. Just a few more minutes, then you’ll be ready to go back inside. Whether it’ll be to make amends or fan the flames again, you’re not sure. But judging by the loose grip you have on your dagger, you are so much more tired of holding grudges than you realized. 

****

At least, I want to believe these are the thoughts that ran through both of your heads. Earlier, when Daeran’s comment landed poorly and led to the most explosive fight I’d seen you two have since the Crusade, I’d felt perfectly useless. All of us still carry the ghosts of our past, and we’d spent so long trying to bury mine that I’d forgotten that you two still had yours to deal with. Words cannot describe how inadequate I felt as a partner in that moment.

Now, the three of us are lying on the floor of the living room, my shortcomings only still plaguing my own mind. You two had made up hours ago, and we carried on our evening in the way newlyweds are wont to do. But as you two drifted off to sleep, I found myself lying awake, haunted by my own, brand new ghost - the one borne of fear that one day I’d lose both of you. I’d been so wrapped up in the tangible ways that could happen, I didn’t realize all the other ways it could happen. 

The two of you lie on either side of me, your hands clasped below my breasts as your breathing evens out. The floor is far from comfortable, and the throw pillows from the couch aren’t much better, but just being here with you two…it doesn’t make it more comfortable, but there’s no other place I’d rather be. The crackling fire wants to lull me to sleep, and I know I should rouse you two before morning comes and the housemaid finds the three of us lying here naked. But for the moment, I am just savoring this moment, and thinking of ways we can help our ghosts to play nicely together in our new home.

[t-errifier]

i DON'T believe in cringe culture. so, i am getting a commission of TIFFANY & ART for my own personal little obsession with their ship, hehe.

[mouseycometz]

That one scene in Bumblebee (2018), except it’s my Mer AU for my ship with Starscream.

Big thank you to @kusakichan15 for the art! Happy Mermay, guys!

[crystallizsch]

say hello to my obey me mc and mammoron my beloved

[enden-k]

[galedekarios]

ppl putting "nice guy" g*le content in his tag will be my villain origin story