#they're so much fun!!

[sillymuses]

//Don't mind me just a fun lil brain exercise under the read more. Species-swap for the muses! What would my muses be like as irkens.

Bill was a genetic defect, being born with one single large eye, and this along with being fairly small resulted in him being constantly tormented and forced into drone work. This would break him eventually and Bill would go about destroying Irk entirely as revenge. He'd then travel to the farthest part of the galaxy where he'd accidentally stumble upon Earth and seek to turn it into his new home and more importantly be the one in charge of it.

Tom showed great promise as an irken invader as well as a military scientist but all that pressure to succeed would eventually get to him and he'd abandon his post to coast across the stars instead. He's still a prick though who thinks highly of himself and will torment people for kicks though thankfully doesn't do much else besides that.

Kimiko is very determined and headstrong to prove herself to her people, especially since Rai and Clay are immediately looked upon more favorably compared to her and Omi due to their heights. This makes her very aggressive and a willingness to get her hands dirty. She also has a noticeable interest in fire which compels her to create gadgets that allow her to control it. She does have a friendship with her fellow Invaders Rai, Clay, and Omi and they often work together to secure a targeted planet.

Given her tall height Saranoia lives a pretty good life as the position just below the Almighty Tallest, probably an advisor of some kind. However, she hates the current Tallest with how utterly lazy they are when it comes to their current rulership or more accurately the lack of. Would definitely try and get rid of them in some manner without being found out so she could hopefully transition into being the next Tallest and take over.

Ruby's been an outcast due to her level of compassion she's willing to show which eventually led her to being labeled as defective. She thankfully escaped and managed to drift through space until reaching Earth and settling there. She's very engrossed into Earth culture and wants to learn everything about it both out of curiosity sake and so she can better adapt to living among humans. Though she is rather afraid of people finding out about her and not taking kindly to her.

[faust-terrorsofthenight]

I’m enjoying Burn After Reading a lot  🙈 💜

I’ve also taken far too many screenshots, but will wait until next week before posting anything :)

All I can say is more True Order events pls Tourdog  🙏

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax

[leejeann]

Highly recommend just zooming in on the crew cam for low-res shenanigans and antics. Shenantics, if you will. Look at them go

[scottie-draws-sometimes]

Fun little redraw of this meme by @fish-cakez because it made me laugh so much, I can't stop thinking about it

Oh, and I'm playing around with digital art now (yippeeee)

[bg-brainrot]

I’d like to dutifully  inform that in fact even in the afterlife I was able to receive the last update of TCoC. Promptly I’ve decided it might be actually my favourite of your fics. At least until you’ll update anything else :)

One question though: One of the dates the not-quite-but-very-much-so lovebirds have set is swimming in Chiontar. Does it mean in this particular continuity Astarion is not affected by flowing water or was it Tav the one to soak while he stayed ashore appreciating the view? It’s essential for me to know, I swear.

I'm so glad that the afterlife still has Ao3, honestly essential!

And 😭 thank you so much! I'm such a big marriage-of-convenience fan (one of my many obsessions is reading manhwa of which there are oh so many good ones with marriage-of-convenience), so it's been a ton of fun to write heh.

And great question!!! He's definitely affected by flowing water -- were they ever to actually go recreate the date he would watch 👀 -- but we'll see if they remember that!

[protagaster]

Penelope: I think I’m in love with Odysseus…

Ctimene: ...

Penelope: Any thoughts?

Ctimene: And prayers. You’re going to need them.

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

[dxrkl1ght]

okay okay, I've been trying to catch up with TSAMS and god I loved the "What if Solar was revived" video

late to the party but-

[mayhasopinions]

hi there deadpool and wolverine nation . can uh can i join ur club please

[crescentfool]

my longest friend and companion

[inkskinned]

love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.

[anxiousapplepie]

And because it's New Years eve with only a few hours left of Australian 2024, might as well treat myself and upload some Researcher!Sif concept art too!

[yamineftis-art]

Grogu likes Din’s mustache.

So I’m hella excited over the third season coming I just pray we get some more of Din’s feelings about his past, so I finally drew this little thing I’ve been thinking about for a while ;v;

I firmly believe wearing a helmet for your whole life is no reason to not style yourself like you want, so let Din have a mustache if he wants™!, but also I like to think he looks at himself on the mirror and can’t help but think of his dad :’) so he keeps the mustache.

Also pls let Din adopt Grogu and show him his face when they’re alone!!!!

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Arranged Marriage, Stalking, Forced Kiss

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You had thought for years that the prophecy wouldn't be true. It hung over your head like a crimson moon, equal parts beautiful and haunting, words lingering on your lips like a young lover.

As decreed by the Mnestia long ago, Kephale would one day take up a lover who would wield witticisms and words as weapons forged in an ever-burning mind. At the time, it had seemed preposterous that a Titan, much less Kephale, would take up a lover. If not for a servant scribbling those utterances down and telling his children, who told their own children, who told their children, so on and so forth, the prophecy would have been lost to time.

If it had, would you still be in this predicament?

The first time you had heard of the prophecy when studying poets of old, you had brushed it aside as a simple legend. Kephale had already laid down a prophecy of his own by this time of how new heroes would soon conquer Coreflames to inherit the Titans' divinities, but you knew none of the Chrysos Heirs.

After a period of study, you soon began to craft your own verses. You much preferred the solitude of your home to the bustling crowds of the city, so you didn't hear how quickly your works began to gain popularity. Bards had a new repertoire to learn, and schemes and conceits never once imagined flowed through the air.

When one of the Chrysos Heirs himself began knocking on your door every day, demanding your attention, you realized your popularity had shattered any preconceived zeniths. Phainon was his name, he said, and from what he had heard of you, he was enchanted. The look in his eyes was such a hazy, skylit blue, it seemed like he truly had been the victim of some bizarre spell.

Every day he came and encroached more and more upon you and your home. At first, he stayed outside of your door, but eventually, he began to barge in, sitting at your table or searching amongst your shelves for any subjects he could strike a conversation with you on.

Despite his idiosyncrasies and his forthright behavior, despite the occasional memory igniting in your mind, reminding you of the prophecy, you didn't worry about it. Phainon had told you many times how he longed to take the Coreflame of Nikador, not Kephale. When word spread through Okhema over Nikador's defeat, whatever lingering doubts seemed to be extinguished. You were fine. The prophecy wasn't true, or perhaps it was meant for another Chrysos Heir, another poet.

Weeks later, you found yourself regretting your assuredness. It started, as many no-good things did, with a knock on your door. As you begrudgingly walked to open it, expecting to see perhaps a bard or a fool, you instead were greeted by Phainon. Despite the weariness in his eyes, his hands shot out and clenched your shoulders with such speed and strength, you nearly leapt out of your skin. His nose nuzzled into your neck, taking a deep breath. For what seemed like hours, he mumbled and babbled and blathered and prattled about Coreflames, Nikador, Kephale, and the prophecy. After his tirade, his grip tightened.

"But, at least you're mine now." The words seemed to shackle themselves around your wrists, binding you and your attention.

For a moment, you were so dumbfounded you couldn't find the words to express what you wanted to say. Had your situation been any less confounding, you would've found your speechlessness a wonderful little paradox. "Phainon, wha-what do you m-?"

Before you could finish your sentence, Phainon sealed away any remaining restraint he had with a brutally tender kiss. He seemed to push against your lips with the goal of wearing them down until they molded perfectly against his. The kiss itself seemed to metamorphosize with how long it lived; at first it was tender, like new shoots of life growing in spring, but as it grew in age, so did its greed. Phainon seemed intent on savoring every second as an eternity in its own right.

When he did break the kiss, he gazed at you with an otherworldly devotion. It was a look of such sweet softness that it could kill. "I might not have Kephale's Coreflame yet, but I will. I'll do it. Just for you." Though he said he didn't have a Coreflame, his eyes burned with passion brighter than the sun. It scorched your tender skin, branding you with illusory markings of possession. A declaration, almost, that you were, in fact, the subject of Mnestia's dreadful prophecy.

[eyes-of-nine]

minimum wage coded scrunkly and his very good pupper