#through hell and high water

[starry-bi-sky]

*stares at disciple SQQ falling into the abyss au*

oh you are so "SY-is-SJ" coded. You are so "fell into the abyss and suddenly remembered that oh i've been Shen Jiu this whole time, not just Shen Yuan. we are one and the same". you are so 'crumbling under the weight of the system and being in the abyss and the despair of never really being free and having suffered in both lives' built. you are so 'scrambling to come to terms with your existence and battling with which life is really yours, only to realize that they both are'. You are primed for going off the rails.

I'm so normal about this guys. i promise.

[heartorbit]

SPARKLE ON ✨✨✨

[mavratt]

promised myself to do one artfight attack a day

im sivk and i want the blankets but its too hot to be under them so im just curling up over them like a dragon over its hoard of gold

[queen-scribbles]

But I'm telling myself 'cause I know damn well, that this ain't hell, it's just high water

I've always loved @emedeme's age progression arts for her Dragon Age protags, so when she did emergency commissions last year for Spanish flood relief, I had to get one for Rahna. :D

circa Tabris Origin//start of Awakening//end of DA2 on

[askblueandviolet]

Who’s the cat-person & dog-person between you two?

Also.. *slowly shoves coffee pudding in front of you* :3

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[sealochs]

things i have: incredible friends; a lovely home; books; pottery classes; my health; financial security; intelligence; beauty; curiosity; good taste; a car and license to drive it; scented candles; hobbies and interests; self-respect; therapy; and a deeply ingrained, inviolable self-preservation instinct.

[higheldertala]

how am i suppose to move on from dhawan!master when sacha himself is encouraging my delusions (x)

[cebwrites]

Mizuki overhears Iruka making dinner plans later in the week with Tae at Ichiraku and once he leaves Mizuki's like "I thought you didn't like ramen??" so Tae says it's not his favorite but it is Iruka's so he doesn't mind going there to spend time with him

That's one of the things that annoys Mizuki about Tae so much, that he's this capable, talented, shinobi with all these things going for him but he's also fixated on this idea of not getting in anyone's way or inconveniencing them, as if there's no other restaurant or place they can hang out it

Mizuki asks what's his favorite thing to eat then, Tae says it's yakiniku but going to a barbeque place alone feels kind of… (Mizuki feels bad for asking and he's mad about it.wav) so it ends up with him grumpily offering to treat Tae at the new place that opened recently Kotetsu and Izumo manifest out of thin air apparently at the mention of free dinner (they had to pay for themselves anyway) but Tae enjoys their company so Mizuki couldn't stay too mad

It also opens up this thing where Mizuki talks with Iruka later on about how he's always had this little puppy crush on Tae but how much does he actually know about him really - who he is as a person, his likes and dislikes, what's important to him, etc - since all he's done is observe from the peripheries of mutual friends/groups, Mizuki knows it's not his place to pry too much but he wants to look out for Tae since he's… his friend or whatever So from then on Iruka makes it a point to actually get close to him, and also teases his team mate for finally starting to open up and forge strong bonds

As a bonus I think it's cute if whenever anyone asks Tae what MIzuki is to him he'd hold his hand and say that he's his friend with a completely straight face, because to him it's just reassuring Mizuki that he is and he doesn't have to run anymore, but to everyone else it does look kinda gay

Something something, "I'm not going anywhere, you don't have to hold on so tightly" but he's blushy and avoiding eye contact <3

[lifblogs]

Wow, I’m reading reviews for a book I’m trying to read, and I’m appalled that so many people have a problem with a male author writing a sapphic main character. Damn, get your fucking head out of the sand.

They don’t even complain of him messing up representation there. They just hate it for some reason!

Sorry, but that’s just not it. A man can write a sapphic main character. There is no inherent problem with that. He’s just writing a character he finds fun and fascinating!

[certifiedbi]

and next year when a british moto3 rider pops up matching your dream then what

It would be so weird because I had no name or face to go by, but the post I was desperately searching my actual irl Tumblr for was a post where I was quoting some big, insightful things he has said being like "wow this guy is so intelligent and thoughtful he is really amazing" so that's all I have to identify him with.

But unfortunately I know all the potential future British moto3 riders and they are.... Not so intelligent. But if one comes through that I don't recognise I will be very weary

[mskinkyafro]

FB restoring my Finn Girlie 🤡status to say how dare they say he got back with Kat. IDGAF I’m ignoring that and my canon is Kat crazy ass was stalking my S5 Mc and him (Think Beyoncé Obsessed) but they still together. Like TF they on??!

[valeriianz]

Would you ever write mermay dreamling?

ahhh truthfully, no.

i gave it a try in another fandom i was in... and it was fun! but the mermaid AUs in dreaming are so vast and so unique. like, im very satisfied reading all the variations, that i dont necessarily feel interested in offering one of my own. and yeah i know, more cake! but when there's already like, over a dozen cakes to feast on, and i havent even gotten to all of them yet... yeah, im good with just reading them for now :)

'Would you ever...' writer's ask

[astrxlfinale]

"Caelus."

Uh oh.

Uh oh.

"Start running--"

Running TOWARDS HER THAT IS.

Come what may. Today has been the essence of unpredictable, familiar faces, new faces, divine and very humane. To think there would be a day where it'd even allow this particularly grumpy mug to find itself thrust from the woodwork. That untamed joy that snapped within Caelus's veins knew only of one answer as he steps forth. Just facing the growing tempest of Path power ignited a certain sensation within him.

Above that? "Huh. Actually taking the sweet time to say my name? Don't go n' make my heart melt too much now, Stelle." The words were drawn in a tone that exudes cocky, yet it was anything but. It's clear that being met with a certain brand of hostility, something that decides to recognize him a little beyond their shared trait ignited some brand of delusional warmth. Within a moment his own hand would extend.

Let the Destruction sing as another matching bat would find itself swept into his hand. It'd lean directly into his grip, as if greeting an old companion as the chaotic power began to tear obsidian layering into a flourish of chaotic, flaming cerulean. A similar edge would be noted within his golden eyes as he'd take his stance before her, bat swept into an offensively poised stance while he dares to smile at her face.

"And let our quality go to hell? Don't think so. You need some more targets that enjoy giving you a hard time a bit more!"

@everlastiingiimmortals

[backpackingspace]

No caving tomorrow :( :( :(

[askblueandviolet]

Are You sure they actually are going to talk with you? What if they just ignore You? After all You do to them And all they do to you

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[inkedmoth]

WIP Tag Game

@esta-elavaris tagged whoever wanted to play and I am always down to clown!

Rules: You will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

This looked SO fun and immediately became "oh my god I can't find a single paragraph starting with these letters" so now I'm gonna inflict this suffering on others!

Word Esta gave:

CHOICE

C – Chapter 8 from Hell or High Water

Curls of hair framed her face, and even with the stain of sweat and orc blood, she gleamed golden in the low light of his washroom. Thorongil’s breath hitched, heart lurching along with it. Rhysnuar’s aqua blue eyes were scarcely inches from his own, widening slightly in surprise at their proximity, her breath feathering across his lips and jaw as she exhaled shakily. He could only watch in growing alarm, as her cheeks flushed, and her eyes dropped to his lips. With a mental yank, Thorongil turned his head to the side, breaking eye contact and shattering whatever moment had threatened to happen between them. Rhysnuar seemed to jolt at his reaction, eyes darting away and face beginning to redden as she pushed back away from him.

H – Chapter 1 of the the Falconer AU I’m yet to post

Had Rhosynel’s words gotten through to him? Hopefully. “Fine,” Boromir muttered, and relief flooded through her. “One more kiss?” By the Valar the Captain was bargaining with her. Technically Rhosynel should say no, should decline, should push him away with some blithe comment. She’d stolen his purse, lead him on, gotten into a scrap with his men, then broken into his quarters to return that damned purse. And then, to top it all off, been caught by the same man she’d been trying to avoid. For all sense and purposes, Rhosynel should decline, and then leave. Quickly. Before his tipsy-drunkenness wore off, and he decided to arrest her instead. But it wasn’t the word ‘no’ that left her mouth. “One.”

O – O is a hard one to find, but here’s a snippet from the impulsive Healer AU one-shot

One of his hands moved, skimming up Rhosynel’s back, along her spine, to settle at the nape of her neck. The simple motion had goosebumps rippling in its wake, had her dragging in a shaky breath, all but arching into the gentle touch as her eyes fell half shut. It was entirely unsurprising when Boromir’s lips sought out hers in turn. Soft, cautious, gentle in their movement, not forcing her to follow his lead but more than welcoming as her head tilted to allow better access. His fingers trailed through the fine hair at the base of her skull, toying with the stands that had broken free from her practical bun. The feather light touch had a shiver running through her body, and Rhosynel exhaled shakily against Boromir’s lips.

I – Inked Stained Quills (A smut one shot I’m too cowardly to post)

“I was doing, my best, to help,” she retorted between gasps for breath, forearms braced against the desk, as her back arched against him. “But you’re more interested in making a mess of your desk!” “Fuck the desk.” “Not me?” Rhosynel asked being deliberately obtuse. “Then I better leave you two alo—” The noise that left Boromir’s throat was little more than a snarl, and Rhosynel had the feeling he was done with her games. A feeling, which was immediately confirmed, by the fact he lurched to his feet, gripped her hips, and with an alarming amount of strength, flipped her around. Rhosynel’s back slammed down onto the desktop, barely padded by the parchments he’d piled up during the day, closely followed by Boromir’s forearms bracketing her head.

C – From Chapter 46 of On Swift Wings

Cut by her own fucking sword. Already she could feel the hot rivulets of blood, could feel it soaking her hand and making the grip on her blade precarious. The Uruk was snarling, teeth bared, free hand pressed to its throat, but it was unsteady on its feet. Almost as unsteady as herself. She could use that. It lunged, and she shifted to the side, her own blade skimming past her. Rhosynel seized the Uruk’s wrist, twisted into its space till her shoulders struck its chest, and then heaved.

E – A certain something planned for Hell or High Water 👀

“Either let me leave… or invite me to stay.” His eyes were roving across her face, far too keenly, far too intently. Whatever he was looking for, Thorongil must have found it, as he nodded slightly to himself, and his hands left the door. It seemed he’d made his choice. A distraction would have been pleasant, but apparently, not to be. Tension drained from Rhysnuar’s shoulders with a quiet sigh, resigning herself to a night of lonely restlessness, of anxieties, of fears over what the future may bring. What he said next, however, drove that from her mind. “Stay.” The word was murmured softly, as Thorongil’s fingers traced across her jaw and he closed the gap between them.

Tagging @erathene @fishing4stars and @maccreadysbaby and giving you the word

SWIFT

good luck 😂