#this has been sitting in my drafts for ages

[theorphicangel]

“what are you thinking about?”

fingertips gently skim over his back, rippling over his broad back like a wave. miguel’s facing away from you, arms underneath his pillow. marks which were personally imprinted by you scatter across his back, bright red and sore. you feel the urge to kiss them better.

“hmm?” you pause your movements, just for a second.

“what’re you thinking about?” his voice is soft, a small sprinkle of raspiness in his tone. he’s not really awake yet.

‘you’ was your first response but you choke on your words swallowing them down. you want to take a picture of him right now; wanting to imprint this view of him in your mind forever.

“nothing.”

Miguel hold back a snort. it’s a shame that you can’t see the way that his lips tilt upwards. he knows you’re lying.

“that frown on your face doesn’t make it seem like it’s nothing.”

you roll your eyes, but you can’t really be mad at Miguel for knowing you so well.

“I mean that it’s not important.” you state, fingertips brushing against his skin. you decide to kiss his marks better after all; you don’t know if you’ll get another chance like this.

just as you shift to place kisses on his back, Miguel continues to interrogate you.

“everything that you think about or say is important to me.”

“Everything?” you repeat, hovering over a particular red scratch on his back.

“Everything, hermosa.”

he wasn’t lying. he’d spend the whole of eternity listening to you and your voice, no matter the topic or whether he’s heard your story a million times.

out of everything, your voice is the only thing that could soothe him — like a personal lullaby.

“well, I’m glad you think that baby.” the corners of your lips flip up into a sweet smile. your lips brush against the scars which you’ve missed. “they don’t hurt do they?”

miguel hums, “no, they don’t.”

“I should try and hold back — “ you begin, thinking to get some cream to heal the scratches. “they look like they hurt.”

Instantly, a large hand comes to wrap against your thigh. “I told you already, they don’t hurt.”

“are you—“

“positive and plus…” his hand moves to caress your thigh. “I like them, it’s like a little part of you I’ll always keep with me. They’ll remind me of you.”

your face burns and you attempt to hide away, lying on top of miguel. you feel his body vibrate as he laughs, his voice filling up the room.

“don’t be embarrassed, mi amor, I like them. honest.”

“are you sure?” you mumble the words into his skin.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

[princess-kittyxoxo]

stretch marks are hot

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[eff-plays]

I've seen posts going around saying Astarion would be a chaotic shit-stirrer but I feel like those posts don't make him mean enough and also make him do shit that would take too much effort.

No, I think Astarion would be a troll in the psychological sense.

Like. Astarion would try to convince Gale that sharks are smooth in whichever direction you touch them type shit.

Gale: The Weave is not smooth. As a veteran spellcaster, I have interacted with the Weave hundreds of times. It is not smooth.

Astarion: There must be something wrong with your hands, darling. It is definitely smooth. Perhaps being an elf makes me more naturally in tune with magic.

Gale: You can barely even cast Fire Bolt!

Astarion: Oh, how you you betray your ignorance. The Weave is smooth no matter what spell you cast.

Wyll: Is the Weave even tangible?

Astarion: Yes, because I've touched it.

[whyoneartheven]

crack fic where post-Lu-Legend ALSO is teleported to the War of Eras but he knows he isn’t meant to help them (since wars hadn’t recognized him) and just chills in a random town doing odd jobs and becoming everybody’s favorite stranger-who-just-showed-up-one-day.

of course, then Marin arrives with the army and he is forced to confront the reality of change and acceptance and moving on and also the fact that he might be a little bit depressed.

And if that isn’t enough he is also doing everything in his power to avoid the other Links and Ravio because he’s had enough chaos for one time travel adventure thank you very much (naturally the chaos finds him all the same)

there’s a lot of melancholy remembrances of his time with the chain, and as he witnesses Warriors’ journey, he realizes it mirrors his own in a way. Very thought provoking…

he and Lana also become besties as they should be and in the end it is revealed this was just the goddesses’ roundabout way of giving him therapy

Idk this came to me in a vision

goodbye

[lovelyjj]

thinking about when i lost my mind when i saw these.

[driftingballoons]

Love that Dusknoir can glow; the glowstick pokemon

[project-sekai-facts]

Mizuki likes a mecha anime called Heavy Suit Duke Rollam.

[charlotte-of-wales]

Three generations portraits of former, current and future European monarchs:

♔ Belgium: former King Albert II, King Philippe and Princess Elisabeth, the Duchess of Brabant

♔ Denmark: Queen Margrethe II, Crown Prince Frederik and Prince Christian 

♔ Luxembourg: Grand Duke Henri, Hereditary Grand Duke Guillaume and Prince Charles

♔ The Netherlands: former Queen Beatrix, King Willem-Alexander and Princess Catharina-Amalia, the Princess of Orange

♔ Norway: King Harald V, Crown Prince Haakon and Princess Ingrid-Alexandra

♔ Spain: former King Juan Carlos II, King Felipe XI and Leonor, the Princess of Asturias 

♔ Sweden: King Carl XI Gustaf, Crown Princess Victoria and Princess Estelle

♔ England: King Charles III, William, the Prince of Wales and Prince George of Wales

[mistress-light]

Right here! At the end of your arm.

[six-paths-of-jeanmarco]

Thank you Taniyama for conveing Jean's feelings for his three most beloved friends from the start till the very end of the series. We couldn't have asked for a better VA for Jean.

[fortjester]

ntn / hum hallelujah by fall out boy / the record player song by daisy the great / htn / she had the world by panic! at the disco / making the bed by olivia rodrigo / gtn

[galaxywhump]

i would love to see daniel making what he feels like is a mistake with wren (similar to how he fucked up with wren getting attacked by the local wildlife in the beginning of the story). like he pushes wren too far without realizing it, or hurts him in a way he didn't intend to (like rope failure during suspension bondage). love to see wren suffering and i also love to see daniel feeling guilty so like. best of both worlds lol

[SV-240 masterlist]

contents: slavery whump, forced relationship, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, suspension, dislocation.

~~~

“Uh, could you… check the ropes again? Something’s weird about the balance.”

“I know what I’m doing, sweetheart.”

“But-”

“Just trust me. Besides, just a few more pictures and we’ll be done, okay?”

Daniel snaps a picture. One of the knots in the elaborate ropework keeping Wren suspended snaps too.

It happens in a blink of an eye. Wren becomes certain that something is wrong with Daniel’s handiwork, that it wasn’t just his imagination, and in the next moment his body jolts downwards. If that was the end of it, it wouldn’t be bad - he’d just be a bit startled, he’d get to savor Daniel being proven wrong, but, unfortunately, he mostly did know what he was doing.

Wren’s right arm was still secured with rope, and when he shifted, it stayed in exactly the same position.

He sees stars. His scream of agony comes out as a strained gasp. His shoulder is on fire.

Daniel curses, sets his camera aside and rushes to start painstakingly undoing the knots while Wren hyperventilates, eyes wide, forehead lined with cold sweat.

"I told you!" he chokes out, close to sobbing. "I fucking told you and you didn't- Why the fuck didn't you believe me?!"

Daniel doesn't answer, focused on untying the ropes; Wren's shaky breathing is the only sound. When he's finally freed, the pain only gets worse when his shoulder shifts, and he can't stop tears from falling from his eyes. It hurts so much, a completely new pain. Daniel cradles him in his arms, petting his hair, and the look of remorse on his face is nowhere near as satisfying as it would be if Wren could think more clearly.

"I'm sorry," Daniel says, carefully laying his hand on Wren's injured shoulder, making him tense up and gasp. "Next time I'll make sure the ropes are secure."

"Next time?!" Wren cries. “My shoulder is-”

"I know, I know. And… I need to set it, so be still. Just trust me."

"Again?! You just fucking showed me why-"

Once again, he doesn't get to finish his sentence - with practiced confidence Daniel grabs his arm, lifts it up, and pulls, and Wren howls in agony feeling it pop back into place.

“Okay, okay, it’s okay now,” Daniel whispers, holding Wren close as he struggles to breathe. “You can rest.” He sighs, then the corners of his mouth rise in a playful smirk. “First that animal, now this. I guess I’ll just ask Berkeley to bring me some new rope next time so there’s no more accidents, hm? I really am sorry, though. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“You didn’t learn shit,” Wren rasps, somehow mustering enough strength and clarity to glare at Daniel, who, much to his fury, laughs.

“See how quickly you bounce back? You’re stronger than you realize, sweetheart.”

Wren presses his lips tightly together and shakes his head. He’s not strong enough to fight back in a way that matters, not strong enough to escape. At the moment his strength seems completely meaningless to him, and he’s so tired of staying strong this way when Daniel only seems to find delight in it.

~~~

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[currymanganese]

If we look at the dishes Syd has developed for the menu in S1 and S2 as visual/culinary representations of her relationship with Carmy and the merging of their lives and backgrounds, then in Season 2, is Carmy the frozen concord grapes to Syd's beef consommé or vice versa?

If we look at this dish this way, consommé is a light, but rich, flavourful and nourishing broth. Is this a metaphor for Syd's, "love [for] taking care of people," as Carmy said? And is Carmy akin to the frozen grape because of his sense of isolation, his self loathing and his self sabotage, despite his not so secret soft/sweet nature? He also ultimately locked himself in the walk-in by the season finale...If this dish is truly a representation of Syd and Carmy, then just as Carmy suggested that they plate and serve the dish by pouring the hot broth over the grapes tableside, then in the course of their working relationship, just like they experience during their 'tableside' talk in Omelette, then Syd and Carmy, and Carmy in particular, is due for a big (Sydney induced) thaw.

If all of this is true, then it'll be fitting if 'You Are Not Alone', which was used in Season 2 Episode 2 during Syd's conversation with her father, is also a reflection of Syd's feelings toward Carmy and vice versa.

[incorrect-star-allies]

Bandana Dee, singing: I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need-

Susie: A family.

Taranza: A better love life.

Magolor: Mental stability.

Gooey: *clueless* Bagels?

[thiziri]

Princess Anne visiting the Riding for the Disabled Association National Championships at Hartpury University, on 12 July 2024 😭❤️

[arisenreborn]

VOCATIONS - Reverie:

Archer:

It came pretty naturally to her despite her lack of memories. 

She likes being able to keep some distance to have a better view and understanding of the lay of the land/how the battle is moving.

Usually this means she's quick with an arrow to help others, but sometimes she's recklessly inclined to want to rush in and physically put herself between others.

Seems almost lucky with her archery sometimes. She has a way of making it look effortless and skillful, but actually she has no idea how she did that. 

(Comes partially from her first cycle and being taught archery by her elven father; that 'luck' is more of the elven style of 'following your heart' still leaking through.)

Thief: 

Comes very naturally to her, but she’s a little reluctant towards it in the beginning for reasons she can’t define.

She's very good at melee, but it does tend to fuel some of her less cautious inclinations - she gets very vicious and brutal, and takes more risky moves. Fortunately she also apparently has a high luck stat (usually).

I chalk it up to: her body remembers the movements, but she doesn't actually remember her thieves training, so she loses some of her subtlety.

Mage: 

This doesn’t come naturally to her at all at first, and she’s primarily taught by Rann. 

She’s not as good as him, but takes to it pretty well. Especially the levitation spell, which she uses often.

Rann subtly hoped she'd take to it more so she could find a less reckless way of assisting others, but she just prefers it when he's healing. His magick feels so much calmer and soothing.

Fighter:

There's a degree to which this suits her very well; she likes getting in there and being equipped to protect others...

But it requires slightly more patience and tactical-mindedness than she has either of.

Again, Rann taught her this - he's not really sure where he learned it either, but he at least had the basics down.

Overall she's very competent with this vocation, but better suited to others - besides, Rann cuts a much more dashing figure when he takes up the sword and shield.

Warrior:

Nope. That sword is too heavy and unwieldy to her and her thiefy build X'D

Beren taught her initially, but because he was dismissed couldn't continue - (she was secretly a little relieved.)

She tried to continue training afterwards but hated it; could never time her attacks right. Spent more time getting laid-out and taking harpy talons to the face.

She was however stubbornly resolved to keep trying, until Rann landed some puppy dog eyes on her to finally stop. ("...All right, if it's for you." - Yet she's relieved to have a good reason to give it up.)

Sorcerer:

Has an extremely high affinity for fire-based magicks.

Kind of goes into a semi-"berserk" state; she gets a bloodthirsty, nigh-mindless exhilaration from raining down so much destruction.

Honestly, it's a little intimidating to her. She'd rather not lose control of herself like that...

And Rann is so good at it anyway.

Mystic Spearhand:

Perhaps surprisingly, this didn't go very well for her... The polearm is just not very intuitive to her.

Was shown the basics by Sigurd in Melve, tried a couple of times to hone her skills in it after they parted but repeatedly found herself flummoxed.

She really likes how it looks and thinks its very cool though when she watches Sigurd - wishes Rann could pick it up.

Trickster:

Also not intuitive to her at all. It's far too hands-off for her.

There's a degree to which this illusory power seems familiar, it pulls her in... And similar to sorcerer, it unsettles her. Like she's looking too closely at something that will haunt her later.

Her and Luz tried multiple times to get it to work, and Luz believes she shows promise, but ultimately Reverie just tries to hit enemies with the censer.

Magick Archer:

It feels like it should make sense to her! It feels like it ought to come naturally, and yet she struggles with it a lot.

Tried multiple times, failed terribly multiple times.

(This was Yumé's main vocation in DD1, so I think that reflects here narratively: Reverie feels drawn to it for that reason, but she isn't Yumé anymore.)

Something started to click when she picked up Warfarer though - putting her own spin on it and learning it in her own way.

Warfarer:

Towards the end of things she started to have some worries about how well she was pulling her own weight. When she began studying under Lamond, Rann complimented her that he thought this suited her perfectly, and she took a shine to it.

Perfect for balancing out her proclivities for both assessing things from a distance and seeing who needs help where - and rushing in quickly when needed.

She primarily uses it to swap between her bow and daggers, but she keeps a magick bow on back-up to try to get more comfortable with it while also being able to rely on her more tried-and-true methods.