#this is sort of a sequel

[imorphemi]

affection of some sort

[spaceistheplaceart]

more ford and mabel bonding because i said so :)

bonus ford under the cut:

[kikipancakes]

Gentle persuasion

A veeeeeery loose sequel to this (x)

[kemalamalam]

i LOVE the shrine of Hermes mechanic??? where we put an order and Hermes would drop us an order after a few encounters??? its so cute??? Uber Hermes is actually canon??? when he drops by our order he says "special delivery!"??? LITERALLY THE CUTEST MECHANIC EVER

[talesfromthecrypts]

Velvet Goldmine (1998) // Chappell Roan on SNL (2024)

[unluckyprime]

PERSISTING IS RESISTANCE ⭐️

[ladyofthecreeddraws]

"You are my special toy"

[kindrehd]

nahida wants another picture

[pianokantzart]

I think these two have irreparably rewired my brain. Who gave them the right to be like this?

[playerkingsley]

"What happened to the two, the wizard and the monk?"

"Probably dead."

(meanwhile, after multiple failed teleportations & one broken collar)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’m obsessed with the idea of cult leader!geto pining for a reader who just fucking hates him. i don’t know why just. maybe it’s someone from his past that he left behind when he defected, maybe they’re bitter and spiteful and all they do is hiss and bite but he’s so smitten. you can do no wrong in his eyes. he deserves the curses and anger, he knows, and he receives them with a smile and eyes full of hearts. he gets giddy when you scowl at him. he just thinks you’re love personified. he’s so gentle and patient that it’s infuriating because nothing you do or say will get him to bite back. it’s like you’re a kitten gnawing at his fist but he does nothing but coo at you even when you draw blood

[simping-acefully]

"Better Luck Next Time"

Laios Touden/Reader Not poofread, I blacked out and this was on my phone notes. English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes No warnings 600 ish words?

You took out the small notebook out of your apron pocket and braced yourself to go to the table where your regulars had just taken a seat. You couldn't help but stare in spite of yourself. You were capable of appreciating a handsome face, and Laios was rather dashing. In fact, if he would slow down on his rambling, you'd almost want to ask him out. Almost.

There was a certain charm to him, he carried himself with grace and had gained a certain reputation over time- After all, the Touden siblings were an odd pair. You had served them before, they seemed nice enough. Decent tippers, polite. Almost too educated to be mere gold peelers. You had been tempted to ask, but everyone had their own reasons to enter the dungeon.

Now, in the perceived privacy of their table, Laios Touden was happily chatting his sister's ear off, talking about monsters and ghosts. Falin had a dopey grin on her face, matching her brother's energy effortlessly and adding observations of her own in regards to the nature of ghosts, unnerving the nearby patrons.

With an amused huff, you walked towards the oblivious troublemakers and interrupted them by clearing your throat and flashing them your best customer service smile. "Welcome to the Laughing Wolf, what can I get you?"

The knight seemed to jump within his armor seemingly taken completely off-guard by your presence- His posture shifted from relaxed to stiff, back straight as ramrod. The cleric, on the other hand, gave you a placid smile. "Ah, it's the Baraselia lady!"

You blinked owlishly at the bizarre nickname. "Pardon?"

Falin simply tilted her head and pointed at her own head, around the place where your updo was. Your hand reflexively reaches out to the side of your head, grazing the hairpin that held your bun together, and the flower charm that hung from it. "Is that what this is?"

The woman simply turned to look at her brother, your gaze shifted to follow hers. Poor Laios seemed to be shaking in his seat, face beet-red. "They are a… A plant in the dungeon. They trap things and use them as fertilizer and are strong enough to crush bone…"

"Huh?- Is that a good thing?" You took off the pin, hair cascading free as you brought the item in front of you and scrutinized the delicate ceramic flower charm. You hadn't given it much thought when you bought it, in all honesty. It just was a cute white flower with purple accents.

"Yes!" The knight startled you out of your trance with his zealous response. "It's beautiful and strong, and it's… It does- That is…"

You never thought you'd see the oldest Touden so flustered, much less when it came to talking the inhabitants of the dungeon. He was, after all, known to be enamoured by monsters and rather oblivious- To the point he would infodump any bystander that showed an iota of interest on monsters.

Your brow furrowed in concern. "Are you feeling okay? You look…off. Are you sick?" The thought made your chest tighten. These siblings were already wearing clothes in such a rough state, they didn't seem like they could afford proper medical care. "Hang on! I'll whip you up something."

And with that, you stormed away, slamming your little notebook shut and shoving it inside your apron's pocket.

Once you were out of sight, Laios' body slumped, not unlike a puppet getting its strings cut, face first into the table "Hnngg".

His frustrated (and rather pathetic) whine elicited a small chuckle from Falin, who gave her brother a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

[ph-cutie]

people's magazine sexiest man alive (3d model study)

[art-rica]

waiting for you

[marnz]

look. the social network fandom was. you had to be there. best fanfiction of all time. best fanart of all time. super nice fandom (at least in my experience). Andrew Garfield was out there professing love for Jesse Eisenberg daily, in every interview, while Justin Timberlake sulked in the corner. It was like, is this a real interview or is it rpf? Am I hallucinating? “You didn’t know me at thirteen / I really wish I did” is an exchange Jesse and Andrew had on the red carpet. Organically. Every interview was like this. Professions of love. Andrew saying that in order to get in character for Eduardo he fell in love with Jesse as Mark. And Justin Timberlake was there, for some reason. Avoiding the camera, avoiding looking at either of them. And then every week details of them on set came out. Every detail was like “in order to get Andrew in character for this devastating scene Jesse as mark said shit like ‘I love you, let’s get married and build a house together.’” So okay, people have ethical concerns about rpf. Which is fair. But it was 2011. And every interview was November 5th.

[noveltea]

"I didn't ask for more soup," the villain said sharply, "stop trying to take care of me. I don't need your help." He watched as the hero placed a new bowl of soup on the nightstand, inviting aromas wafting toward the villain's bed. The villain gently pushed it away, making a point to scowl disapprovingly at the hero.

The bowl was returned to its previous position. "If you don't want it, don't eat it," the hero replied, "and if you don't need my help, then leave." He met the villain's eyes, unfazed by his disdainful gaze.

An unfamiliar feeling warmed the villain's cheeks. "Oh- fuck you," was his weak reply before quickly turning his gaze to the blank television screen mounted on the wall. The intensity of his stare might have made a passerby think he was watching an entertaining thriller, but the television remained torturously devoid of distraction since the remote beyond his reach.

Asking 'when' in response to the villain's goading was far too obvious an answer for the hero to give. Instead, he opted for a more acute form of teasing. "Do you want me to feed you?"

"Wha-" the villain's eyes snapped back to the hero's face, the shock evident in his voice, "what did you say?"

"Do. You. Want. Me. To. Feed. You?"

The hero's smile teased the villain, daring him to comply. "You’re insufferable," he spat back with as much conviction as an overcooked noodle.

The hero was undeterred. "Open wide," he said as he scooped up a spoonful of soup and brought it to the villain's lips. "Come on now, you can't get better if you don't eat."

"I can eat by myself, you know. I'm not a child." Despite his protests, the villain opened his mouth as directed and ate the soup.

The hero smiled and leaned closer to the villain. "There's a good boy," he whispered, "if you finish your soup, you might even get dessert."