#th threads

[leveloneandup]

feel like threading for this game

[aquamanandfriends]

Better Than Remembered [Quinton/Raisa]

@thestoriesincoffeestains

He'd been to this bar a million times, and a few times on comedy night. But once he saw Raisa's first set a few weeks ago he might have timed it to come back and see if she was actually as good as he remembered, or if he'd just been really drunk.

She was good. Even better than he remembered actually.

As soon as she finished her set Quinton slid away from his group of friends and over to the bar where he asked the bartender to put the first two drinks Raisa ordered on his tab.

His wingman followed him over to the bar and leaned over, helping keep an eye out as they started to chat. Even if she didn't grab a drink, he'd give it a shot next time. "I don't think I've laughed this hard in a long time," he admitted with a grin, sipping on his own drink.

[enduringdevotion]

Ripples Become Waves ||@bloodicdfeathers||

It'd been a couple weeks since the rain, since the meeting in the toxic rain. Of them bonding and somewhat dancing around whatever it was Nicholas and Xuanyu has become. They'd grown close, he'd stolen the other's hand whenever he could, sitting close to him to just feel his heat, hell, Nicholas even stole little kisses here and there just to see the other blush.

Though they'd break away whenever the 'parents' came around. It was beginning to irritate him. Xuanyu was yet to properly move in and he didn't even sleep in the house, just crashed in the back yard. It felt safer, somehow.

So he'd finally asked Xuanyu on a date. Took a page out of Nai's book and suggested an aquarium. He's never seen fish before, even since being here beyond films. So, in his newly made shawl with the very same flowers suggested by Xuan, a half corset, open long-sleeve rolled up, tight pants laced up the side of his legs and his slightly heeled boots, he prepares for what he hopes is a good day.

With his phone secured, keys, ride ready to be ordered - which was also a new and frightening thing - and a good chunk of change on his card, he was ready.

Knocking on the door shouldn't be so nerve wracking. Nor should standing there with bouquet of forget-me-nots, blue roses and Bethlehem’s stars. The beautiful, unattainable hope he yearned for that the other brought, that feeling of rebirth, a cleansing he wasn't quite ready to fully see himself, but he could feel.

He felt stupid, face warming as he shifted on his feet, forcing himself to calm, to slow. No gun, no devil rain, no war, no desert, no shitty Aunts. Just he, Xuanyu and hopefully, some fish.

[scruffedknife]

hii i freaking love ur designs holy sheet??..

dream art style fr 😭🙏

i have no idea if u take requests or not an d im sorry if you dont but could u draw spool flexing his muscles at citrus taht would be funny

[crustyfloor]

seen a interesting post on Twitter regarding the pencil line from Till, that said that this line signifies that Ivan WAS on Tills mind, especially since this was a incident that happened when they were young, and that this was his way of saying "I see you"

Really now....truthfully I didn't know how else to read pencil.exe other than Till just wanting his pencil back, but hearing this I feel like my eyes were opened

Ivan has been said to have a perk for stealing Till's things and giving them back to him like an evil secret Santa, and I always found it odd why he was never told off for it, Till is smart, and has been smart since he was a kid, surely he would catch onto the fact that all these trinkets of his were stolen and just so miraculously found by Ivan? I think the dude just genuinely didn't mind, letting Ivan humor himself since at least he wasn't gatekeeping his stuff. And so the pencil, why would he have such a care for it anyway? well, the goodbye cards were made when Ivan and Till were ultimately about to be separated, I think their relationship may have strained a bit after they all passed,(?) something had to happen because the way Till was about the pencil was the most indirect question alluding to a direct statement I've ever seen. Till was so utterly focused on Mizi but a part of him did want to keep Ivan close when they were kids, why this was the way to regard that? why he couldn't do anything else? well, I guess this was just the most kid Till with his mixed feelings about Ivan could do, because even if he saw Ivan as a nuisance i myself am sure that he considered Ivan a close friend despite Ivan thinking he didn't.

I also found some context and it stated that Till already had his pencil back. Ivan had found it for him, so whats with mentioning it now? I think that was Till's attempt to get Ivan to talk to him again and explain himself so that Till could swing in and try to build their friendship back. Ivan was always on Till's mind and he cared deeply about him, the pencil was only an excuse to say "I see you, I will always remember you." but Till just didn't have the greatest methods of getting that across to Ivan,

And I assume they never did approach the topic of the pen so Ivan and Till never got the chance to talk again and steadily grew apart, and here we are now. but at least we have some idea that Till didn't really hate Ivan or something, this is a plausible take on the deeper meaning of pencil.exe imo.

[angelictragedy]

Bonding Over Knowledge ||@bloodicdfeathers||

After the talk with Nicholas and his own traverse into trialing this 'date' thing, Nai had come to understand he should perhaps look more into this human ritual. He didn't have his brother to ask, asking Legato would open up too many questions and risk making the man feel unworthy. He wanted to protect the human.

Astarion was... Unhelpful.

Thus, he finds himself where knowledge is freely stored;

The Library.

He'd kindly asked the receptionist who raised a brow at him before, he supposed, noting the feather on his cheek and presumed him to be otherworldly. Or perhaps it was the way he asked for 'books on the human custom of 'dating' please' that had her directing him to a section of 'self help' and history.

It was... Abysmally unhelpful at first, but he'd finally found a book, a quick skim allowing him to note the evolution of this ritual and the modern meanings today. It wasn't until he'd gone in search of finding a seat that he'd noted the figure.

Adorned in clothes he'd seen in old movies, books piled around them, notes being taken perhaps, it was hard to tell. A quick trail of the spines had him noting the other too, seemed to be searching for love rituals. Perhaps another from a time where such things were either unseen or different.

"This pile is near useless information." He motions to a large stack, tapping it gently for good measure. "They're romance novels with procreation scenes. And these are old traditions." He taps another much smaller pile as he circled to touch a chair, pausing to look to the other, book held in a way the cover was visible.

Ways in which the art of Courtship has evolved.

"Do you mind if I sit? Gato won't be a problem, she's a therapy pup." He motions to the beast at his side, the dog's head looking up to the stressed being, inching closer to snuffle their knee. "Seems we are searching for the same answers."

[dazeymazey]

[ id: papercraft art featuring an object head character, a young child with a fishbowl for a head; there's seaweed strands clipped to the sides and a rubber duck sitting inside. she's dancing happily, wearing a pink long sleeve shirt, a skirt with a madras plaid pattern on it, and mismatched purple and orange socks. surrounding her are the lyrics of the chorus of "Starfish and Coffee" by Prince. the background is a pattern of colorful music notes. end id ]

oc-tober day fifteen - MUSIC !!

this song is everything Shelby is about, being free and different & full of imagination!!

also linking my other oc's playlists ^_^

Aloe - Spotify | YouTube

Chip - Spotify | YouTube

Petra - Spotify | YouTube

[didderd]

me and @skelekins have been tossing Snaps and sea bunny Kelek back and forth on our rb blogs, so here's a doodle of one of the scenes from it! :3

(here is a link to the thread so far)

[trekkele]

I do think its funny when someone says “oh the fans make everything about the batfam” as if thats a fanon thing and not something DC did. Like. As a Batman fan, DC keeps sticking bats where they dont belong in an effort to sell more. This is a real thing the fans did not do.

[trainingdummyrabbit]

my take on an apocbird!angela :] for funsies

[leveloneandup]

tobinheath GRWM for the espy’s red carpet where I rocked RExOOFOS slides with my gucci suit.

[aquamanandfriends]

Professionalism [Rafael/Carmen]

@thestoriesincoffeestains enjoy

He'd been overly confused when she pulled him side to talk to him in private, thinking at first that it was about a routine or practice. Raffy had been doing his best to not think about her, to try and move on like she'd asked him to do but this? This was not what he expected. He stayed quiet, his brow tight with confusion, as she reamed into him about the girl he'd been hanging out with lately. “What? Carm, you can’t tell me we need to stay professional and just be friends, then get mad at me for doing exactly that!” Rafael countered finally speaking up.

[enduringdevotion]

Bonded by Circumstance ||@bloodicdfeathers||

After trying to break the idiot old man out of his head strong charge then rushing and almost breaking the door down to get Astarion to go after him, he was now left alone with this strange kid he had no idea who the hell he was.

"Nico, meet my son, Xuan. Xuan, my son Nico. Play nice."

Gods, both of his 'dads' love to adopt the sad looking ones. Now he was left wondering how the other acted as he shouldered the massive hunk of metal on his spine.

The soldier reaches into his pocket, bypassing the smokes as he decides best to be less imposing... Well, as much as one can with a massive gun.

He pulls out a sucker, tearing the plastic off the top and pops it in his mouth, looking around the love hotel. Ugh, it was as bad as he imagined. He rests his gun against the wall carefully, rolling his shoulders to crack them.

He sniffs the air, scenting the space and looked to the other.

"They'll be fine. If anyone can get those two out, it's each other." There's a frown as he tries to place the scent. "Why do I smell blood? You got injuries that need patching?" He imagined Astarion would have already done so, especially seeing his dad's signature clothes on the human.

"Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Whatever Astarion said about me, it's not true, unless it was how cool I am." He flashes the other a grin around the candy, turning his hand over to reveal he was offering the other a sucker too. "You look like you could use something sweet to ease the day."

[fangsanddaggers]

Bright Lights and Daggered Fangs ||@brokeassgoing||

The well dressed tailor found himself out at night. Well fed from the newly made corpse the other night by Wolfwood - accidental murder is a thing he had to explain - he felt himself better. To bite a living being was still horrific, but human blood didn't have him screaming in horror.

However, here he found himself in the arms of another chaotic event. These people really did enjoy their parties. Over and over and over they find themselves in celebration. It was... Nice.

His nose twitches, head swiveling instantly to seek out black with the flare of wings, maybe the custom made jacket he'd sewn. When chasing the scent, he tracked it to a redhead, eyes trained up on the dazzling display of fireworks. The cigarettes smelt like the type Nicholas used, said he'd given a pack to some random the day he accidentally unalived his last meal.

Long red hair, cigarette, smell of Nai and-

Red eyes glinted with pure evil delight. He inched closer, drinking in the other's scent from behind. Yes, there was Legato as well. their new roommate as of late, the man he had yet to meet face to face.

"So. This is the delicious blood merlot that Nai has been keeping hidden from little ol' starved me, hmm?" The man purred dark, eyes vibrant with glee as he trails claws over the other's cheek, tucking hair behind an ear as his voice dips into something playful. "Truly a buffet size, my my."

[doctornilaybailey]

📜𝙽𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 & 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚘 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗

After fainting at the museum again, her boss had set their foot down and demanded that she goes to the hospital before taking the rest of the week off to rest. It was annoying, frankly, but her boss wouldn't budge when she tried to argue with her on it. Well... She supposes that this could give her the time to be with her girls and the cats more. And if she felt restless, she could work on getting her next video ready. So as she got into the elevator that would lead her to the floor her doctor was in, she grabbed one of the books she'd been reading for a video she was planning on making from her bag, along with a highlighter and pen. She got to reading, her book covering her face. The elevator had stopped, letting another person in that she nodded at yet didn't look to see who it was, before taking off again.

Unfortunately, the elevator stopped abruptly. Nilay steadying herself against the wall she'd been leaning against, finally looking up with furrowed brows. "Ma koreh?" she asked softly. The anthropologist turned to look at her companion, her lips parting to ask if they knew what was happening, when her entire being froze. Her blood running cold and her heart all but stopping at the sight of Antonio Beltran. "Please, remain calm," a robotic voice over the intercom said. "Help will be with you shortly." And then, the elevator music began to play again. She nodded, looking away from him and at the doors. Well... Suppose this was going to happen, eventually, one way or another. "So..." Clearing her throat, she tried to think: how do you talk to one of the people your partner greatly hurt years ago yet isn't taking the responsibility to make amends? Especially when her last conversation with Roman had gone so smoothly. "If you had to choose a song to replace the elevator music, what would you choose?" It wasn't good, but dammit, she didn't want to stand there in silence until... whenever this situation is fixed.

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚘: @tonibeltran

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 ; 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗: 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟿𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

[warnerstjames]

CLOSED STARTER / @ziggykyeons

"Is this the queue for the mechanical bull?"

Warner asks, tapping the denim clad cowboy in front of him on the shoulder. It's only when he turns around to answer Warner's question, despite the stenson and red bandana covering half of his face, that he recognises the cowboy as Ziggy.

"Shit," Warner said, whistling low and taking a step backwards to take in his complete outfit. "You look like the real deal, Zig. Gyllenhaal and Ledger haven't got nothing on you."