#these two have never met

[xinghai]

Warmth

[fatestouch]

"Ah, now this will certainly be a real challenge. Very well met, Lord Erebus." She smiles, giving the god a small, but polite bow of her head. "I hope this will be a fun time for us both~"

"It will likely be something, that is for certain. Let us begin, I dislike wasting time with idle chatter."

Erebus: As the god of darkness, Erebus has complete control over the dark and shadow, using such to hide himself from his opponents, and strike when least expected. Also wielding a battle axe, Erebus is well versed in taking care of his opponents quickly. With all the strength of a primordial god, he is a tough opponent to face.

Pandora: She has the vampiric enhanced speed, strength, and senses, even more so as she is one of the oldest vampires in existence. She also has the ability to conjure illusions, as well as will any mortal to her bidding just with a look into her eyes.

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[pangur-and-grim]

I was visited by a flea

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 36-39)

* To note. Her hands are scaly. * And...unexpectedly wet?

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[arahir]

Real talk..do you have any real advice on how to make friends as an almost 30 year old woman…

three easy (coughcough) steps: 1) pick an activity 2) commit to the horror of being known 3) know when you're vibing and know when to pack it up.

pick an activity. mine are gardening, hiking, reading, writing, geology, and chickens, and i've made and kept friends through each of those. make your own list of things you want to do, and want to meet other people who do. you can do it in a structured setting, which i recommend. most cities have clubs, activities, and people who are trying to organize. my city has... regular volunteer clean ups along the river, organized hikes, a few very nice community colleges where you can take random classes, gardening events, silent book clubs, a discord for lonely 30 year olds, etc. likewise, you can meet people online through these activities. writing has got me a lot of great friends! having these activities is also important because it will let you keep the friends you start to make by giving you built in places to show up together.

commit to the horror of being known. i don't know how else to put this. it will be embarrassing. you will say stuff and you will go "why the fuck did i say that?" and they will say stuff and you'll think the same thing. this is, unfortunately, how it works. you have to be a fucking idiot at times, and it's fine, because no one wants to be friends with someone who takes themself too seriously. be embarrassingly into whatever you're into. and then when you meet someone you think could eventually be a friend, you have to put a feeler out there. my favorites are "hey have you been to X on Y? i really want to check it out." "have you seen X and do you want to see it?" "we should grab coffee!" it works a surprising amount of the time. all you really need to make a friend is one good conversation and one person throwing a line to another.

know when to pack it up. okay unfortunately, if you're doing this regularly, you're going to meet people who you do not actually want to be friends with. also unfortunate: it isn't dating, and you can't break up the same way. i met a girl who thought i was her reincarnated lover from the 1300s. i met a girl who tried to recruit me into a sex cult. i met a woman who tried to get me to join a lesbian farming commune. i met a guy who seemed cool and then tried to cheat on his girlfriend with me. we roll. and sometimes, we roll away from people, at extreme speed. guard your time and do not waste it on people you don't want to be friends with.

other points i'll add are: consistently follow up with people (even if that means adding them to a calendar), understand when you are the one not being vibed with and don't take it personally, don't lie to try and be what you think someone wants you to be, and practice. all of this takes practice. i was largely friendless for a lot of years because i didn't like talking to people, couldn't not try to be cool around them, and was a shitty person. you're already ahead on all three counts. and another word of encouragement: making one friend usually means making a half a dozen, because people will bring their own friends with them. i've certainly made a lot that way. it's really only a process you have to go through a few times before it starts coming faster and easier. good luck anon! <333

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[abrillustrated]

see arcane is so funny because none of these bitches have friends. honestly wasnt super into jayvik until the finale because That Level of codependence that jayce and viktor have makes total sense when u realize that neither of them have Any fuckin friends. jayce has caitlyn and mel but they're off doing their own shit, and viktor has absolutely no friends except for jayce. mel and caitlyn also have no friends. all of vi's friends are dead. so.

[ai-manre]

GRRM really said fuck subtlety I'm here to write soulmates when he wrote Jon and Dany huh

[abyssal-ilk]

no thoughts. only a fem inquisitor cadash equating vivienne's relationship with bastien to how a castless woman's only chance of social elevation is seducing nobles in orzammar and her opinion on bastien being irreparably tainted because of it.

[the-meme-monarch]

mostly Very old strange someone frisk au doodles…. don’t believ the timestamps in that one img i started these a long while ago now

and a knight chara theory/au doodle bc i like combining them

EDIT: WAIT ALSO I JUST RELAIZED. W THE TVLANDOFFICIAL ONE. if i remember correctly which i very well might Not, there was an anon that kickstarted tenna’s Secret Boss-ification by sending her an image of herself in the light world, which is what the drawing was based on

[strawberrylind]

every so often i like to come back to these sillies

[northstarscowboyhat]

Does older Clover have a special someone in their life? :3

Perhaps.

[cooloddball]

The Lestappen tag is drier than the dessert atm and I need something to bring me joy. Could you give me top 5 Lestappen moments of the 2024 season?

off the top of my head the top 5 lestappen moments of 2024 are:

monaco gp hug: charles winning his home race (he’s not only the prince of monaco but also the breaker of curses that’s my future wdc right there) and to make it even better their hug (the first ever recorded proper lestappen hug) the whole moment speaks for itself. the way both of charles’ hands were around max’s waist and his chin laying on max’s shoulder and the smile on max’s face the way they were both grinning like teenagers in love after the hug 🥰

max’s abu dhabi wdc party: what in the gay heaven was that? the whispering to each other over the vip balcony fence after charles left his mom and his bff pierre in another party to come be with max because of course why not? the kissy face max was making at charles (we don’t know who it was for but let me be delulu in peace, thank you) did max take him home too?

the fia gala in Kigali: the back and forth gay session with carrier pegion oscar (“charlie come sit next to me.” “ no. you come sit next to me.” “oscar, please tell your father i need him to come sit next to me.” * confused oscar who just wants to listen to the boring presenters an be left alone conveys the ridiculous message, twice* “oscar, tell him i said i am not leaving my seat he can come sit next to me too”) the most hilarious thing is does lando know that his alleged paddock bestie wanted him as far away as possible so he (alleged paddock bestie) could sit next to his husband charles. btw didn’t charles keep saying he was second in the championship? was it his ploy to sit next to max or? i need answers. not to mention the way the camera keep panning to the other when one of them was on stage 👀

miami gp: (just everything about it. the podium, them riding in the same car because why not when they literally each had their own, charles posting max of main!!!!!

brazilian gp: hello????? charles being there for max the whole weekend and him never leaving max’s side at the drivers parade) with pierre third wheeling them then max winning the race 😘

[tainebot01]

Considering that they both attended Themis Legal Academy around the same time, there is a greater than zero chance this happened at some point.

[Image ID: A digital redraw of the ‘Father in emergency room with son due to arrow injury’ meme, with Sebastian Debeste and Hugh O’ Connor from Ace Attorney. Both of them are sitting in an emergency waiting room. Sebastian has an arrow in his upper right torso, and Hugh is holding a Kyūdō archery bag. Sebastian has his arms crossed with his baton resting in his right hand, while Hugh is nervously gripping his archery bag with his left hand. Sebastian has a relatively calm or slightly amused facial expression despite the situation, while Hugh looks rightly concerned. End Description]

[backpackingspace]

Of course post-canon odysseus and penelope love each other (they are a little bit insane about the other. Neither is allowed to leave the others side for months after odysseus gets back. They cycle between sobbing on one and another and aggressively making out. ) but it's true that they have both changed. It's been twenty hard years after all. So

Odypen courting each other again just for the fun of it. Odypen deciding to act like teenagers again and make elaborate plans pretending to sneak into the others room.

Odysseus sending penelopes 90 year old dad a letter challenging him to a race for penelopes hand in marriage. (This does not go over well but penelope though it was hilarious)

Odysseus begging Athena to help him win penelopes heart/hand again. (Athena: What no why you're already married I don't understand you ) (she helps anyways)

Penelope weaving all of odysseus's clothes. Penelope hauling out every tapestry she made of telemachus's childhood (she made one for every year. To gift odysseus on his birthday when he returned.)

Odypen leaving telemachus incharge while they go off on dates (to harssass, cause problems, and badger other people into giving them things). It should be fine Athena has been sticking close to the house lately. And it's only for an afternoon anyways (at first. Headcanon that penelope came with odysseus when he had to go plant the oar and call it a windmill quest.)