#they are horrid (affectionate)

[blackbackedjackal]

Pokemon concept art from the teraleak

[chaotic-deity]

Bored so I sketched something out for an AU my friends and I put together for funsies

[tomboxed]

was hit with the sudden urge to draw c!tommy, so here you go

[raviposting]

Stop playing footsie with me bro. Stop playing footsie with me bro. ↳Bonus: Rhett and Link

[team-sleeps]

Look I know the hands are Cameron and Chase but the booth ?? The Intimacy??? Houses little cutesy leg fold up on the chair and the way he's holding the fry he stole from Wilson and the way they're looking at each other like the late night hospital cafeteria is the only place in the world they'd ever prefer to be if only if cause the other is there? Cuddy being happy to see the happy ""couple""? GAGGED

[so-i-macedup-abit]

I LOVE YOU SUBSPACE PHIGHTING

[ashvampire]

cw; violence, death

At twilight, a number of councillors, merchants and guards had been summoned deep beneath Kogoruhn, into one of its many halls. They were given no explanation as to why, just that it was important and vital that they came.

It was a spacious hall, lit by mage-lights which drifted idly above. They only lit the entrance of the hall, the rest of it was shrouded in darkness.

They entered the hall one by one. Some recognised each other as they came in, and a sense of dread began to hang in the air. They remained silent, not daring to talk. There were guards in and outside of the hall, watching them all closely. As more people came in, the greater that dread grew.

Once all were inside, the doors were closed and then locked by guards. They began to speak then, demanding to know why they’d been brought there. As they raised their voices and searched for answers, the guards suddenly moved. They wrestled and held them down, binding their wrists and putting magicka-restricting enchantments on them.

Once all of them were bound, the mage-lights moved, revealing the rest of the room.

Someone laid on the floor ahead, beaten bloody and unconscious. His truths had spilled like his blood, and he had purposefully been left lying there, where the others could see him. So they knew that they had been caught; that their secrets were now known.

Dagoth Voryn stood in front of them all, holding his hands behind his back to hide their trembling. He kept his face expressionless, a mask he’d learnt to wear in his adolescents. He couldn’t quite keep the fear and guilt out of his eyes, but he held his head high and tried to make himself look confident.

The guards stood behind the captives, making sure no one tried to escape. Each one had been chosen by Voryn. They were the ones he trusted the most; some he had grown up knowing, others had connections to his uncle. He had few he could trust, and he wasn’t even certain the guards he had chosen wouldn’t betray him. There was only one he trusted not to tattle, though he was not a guard, nor of House Dagoth, but a stranger from the mainland. An outsider. He stood next to Voryn, his chitin boots slick with red.

“You know why you’re here,” Voryn said, forcing himself to speak loud and clear, keeping the tremble out of his voice. He didn’t look at any of the captives before him in the eye. He knew some of them; some he’d even known since he was a child.

“You would betray the empire?!” one of them yelled, both fear and anger in her voice. Voryn dared to look at her; she was a Chimer woman, someone Voryn remembered attending numerous council meetings. He now knew her as an informant of the Nordic Empire.

“You betrayed your own people!” the mer beside Voryn growled, pointing his dagger at her.

The woman gave a look of disbelief. “What choice did I have?! We can’t win against the Nords!” She looked to Voryn pleadingly. “Don’t do this, serjo! They’ll destroy House Dagoth! Surely you realise this?!”

Voryn’s nails dug into the palms of his hands. He was well aware of what would come. He knew he wasn’t ready for war. In truth, he wanted to bury his head in the sand, as his father and brother had done before him. But House Dagoth was already starting to crumble, all of its wealth being handed over to the empire, and surrounded by enemies inland and out at sea. It was easier to hide, and pretend that everything was fine. To look away when villages were overrun by Dwemer or pirates, and as his council was slowly replaced by informants of the empire.

It was the outsider by Voryn’s side that had convinced him to look. Not only look, but do something. He had whispered promises of glory and power in his ears, his breath smelling of skooma and his hands pressed against Voryn’s chest. Somewhere in that fervour, Voryn had agreed to all this.

He shook himself out of his thoughts, and looked to the outsider, searching for approval. Their eyes met, and there was an unspoken understanding between them.

“Nerevar;” Voryn said with hesitance, and gestured to the people before him.

The outsider nodded, an eagerness in his eyes that Voryn chose to ignore. He started with the one already on the floor, flipping him over onto his back and slitting his throat with one fast motion. Then he turned, and some of the captives tried to flee. They were held in place by the guards, none succeeding in breaking free.

Voryn forced himself to watch as Nerevar stalked towards them, his glass dagger gleaming in the pale mage-light. He went to the woman who’d spoken first, standing in front of her in silence. The woman didn’t speak or move, her betrayal turned to fear. Voryn felt his tremors grow worse, and his mask was slipping. He wanted to tell Nerevar to stop, but his jaw seemed locked in place. Even his eyes refused to move, even though he wanted desperately to look away.

Nerevar lunged, plunging the dagger into the woman’s stomach and cutting upwards. There was screaming, and gagging. Nerevar stabbed his blade between her rips, and the woman shuddered and slumped, taking a few raspy breaths before she went silent.

The others died in a similar manner, and Voryn was still frozen where he was, watching each death with wide eyes. After the last one took their final breath, Voryn dismissed the guards, trying to muster his confidence again. He failed, his voice trembling as he told them to leave.

Nerevar cleaned his dagger on one of the dead’s robes, and then approached Voryn. There were specks of blood on his face.

“I hate you,” Voryn said under his breath. “I knew most of those people.” Nerevar walked right up to him, so close they could feel each other’s breath.

“I hate you,” Nerevar replied, eyes narrowed. “You’re the one who made me kill them.”

Voryn’s hands seemed to move on their own accord, cupping Nerevar’s face. He leaned forwards and gently kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll need you to kill for me again, if we are to fight this war,” he whispered. He tasted blood.

“Only if you do the same for me.”

[daily-suyao]

[questioningpunctuation]

ooooouuoohooughh.. i have so many boobs. I AM UNSTOPPABLE

[chronic-cynic]

Having to screenshot Tumblr memes to send to my sister because no one knows I have this horrid app :/

[giddlygoat]

so i’m almost done with bioshock [immeasurable mental and emotional anguish]

[siriuslygay1981]

Barty is the type to over share. You're talking about something random and he slaps the table with a gasp and interrupts you

"oh oh that reminds me of when-"

And he doesn't care if y'all met five seconds ago he's gonna tell you about the time his dad left him in a grocery store. He doesn't over share things people have told him though because even if he will tell you his whole life story he won't even mumur regulus' favorite color. Mostly if that person doesn't want others knowing

(he will apologize once for interrupting you but not again. Like he feels slightly bad but he doesn't mind if you interrupt either so he figures it's even.)

[squireofgeekdom]

I'm contractually obliged to ask after 'kenobi fic concepts' for the WIP game, but I'm also curious about 'okay FINE here's the role reversal au'!

kenobi fic concepts is a doc that contains two fics, the latter of which is a sequel to more than this, my aroace obi-wan fic, where we finally get the conversation with aroace luke that I reference at the end of that fic, pinging off of some of the stuff we get in the kenobi series

the first fic in that doc is a reva & obi wan fic, working title 'we both are', set in the time between the end of reva's story/screentime in the show and the end of the show, getting into reva's recovery with obi-wan on tatooine. its existence is very much inspired by the joke below XD

“Well,” he says, “what you really need is a proper surgeon and a bacta tank,” What she really needs, they both know and don’t say, is the medical services of the Temple healers. What she needs is a Temple whole and unburnt, brimming with life and light. “But you’ve got me,” he continues, and isn’t that the truth. “Let’s see what bacta patches I still have -” She watches as he pulls out a container from a crevice in the wall, and carefully unpacks it. “Here,” he pulls out packages of bacta. “Have to keep these well hidden, or Teeka will grab them and sell them back to me for a markup.” “Teeka?” “Oh, he’s a Jawa who comes through here sometimes. Friendly fellow, helpful if you need to find something odd. Has an eye for profitable opportunities.” A Jawa randomly wandered through Kenobi’s - she wasn’t calling it a house - cave, and stole things from him? And somehow, they hadn’t managed to kill him? Karking hells.

I talked a bit about 'okay FINE here's the role reversal au' over here but let me give you a little bit of an unexpected but entertaining dynamic that came out of thinking about it, which is peak bitch v bitch hostile friendship between marci stahl and james 'voted most meme-able little shit of 2015 by me and alex' wesley, who in this 'verse has a day job as an economist (pure self indulgence, of course) at the non-l&z law firm marci ended up working at when matt&foggy took the l&z job. the friend referenced is of course fisk because their whole 'guard dog / whatever those two have going on' is absolute catnip to me personally

"And what are you working on? I didn't think there was anything - oh." She's pulled some of the papers on his desk towards her to read. "You think I'm going to lose." "Running the numbers to give a decent estimate of the compensation Tully should really be giving our clients might get him to realize selling off the property just isn't worth it to him." "Or they could be forced to move out anyway, but get more money for it. You're contingency planning for if we settle. If I lose." "Plenty of cases settle. Plenty outright lose. It happens here like anywhere." "Not to me." "It doesn't hurt to be prepared. And if Ms Cardenas walks away with more money, it's not ... It's not nothing." "Says the economist." "She'll still be better off than if you hadn't taken the case." He looks up at her. "You do as much as you can with what you have." "That sounds like your friend talking." She catches a small, genuine smile before he says "you've met him twice." "Am I wrong? No, obviously."

send me a wip title and i'll tell you something about it!

[kijosakka]

its not electric eels but i think when anyone makes any kind of merfolk-au with alejandro we should all collectively agree to give him fucked up fangtooth moray eel teeth

[prophecydungeon]

i feel like every time i think about rvb13 i find something new to love about it (this time, specifically, it was the way doyle talked about kimball) but i end up circling back to felix in this season every time because the perspective shift throughout this season compared to 11 and 12 is just fucking wack levels of good honestly

even after the reveal in 12 we get locus positioned as the "scary" and "unfeeling" one, but 13 does such a good job with the, like, creeping horror of pulling back the curtain on just how far off the fucking deep end felix is. locus has clearly put in effort to rein in and stamp out his conflicted feelings; felix never even remotely felt anything like that in the first place. every smooth-talking threat he delivers in this season (the price and sharkface one comes to mind; i know there was another too) is so effective because it shows that he. is. constantly. constantly. running calculations to make everything work in his favor. and when he starts to turn that on locus (the fight on the bridge; 'we have our orders') is when you know with complete certainty that every time felix has outwardly deferred to locus has been another grain of sand to tip the scale his way. this man is tremendo fucked and completely unhinged and he really might just be one of if not the most baddies ever for it

[shaanks]

if u call gojo a mary sue i feel like he'd be like,"lmaoo thats my drag name tehe"

You call Gojo a mary sue and he just