#v. built on hope

[numberonetessacosplay]

Giggle.

V and N just arrived to Uzi's apartment.

We are hiding the bombs in our mouth.

HeHe.

Hope we will kill them.

Happiness is temporary.

[leviiackrman]

SIMS 4 OC BUILDS: Maritime Villa

Here we have Ms Mineyo’s future home with her husbando - Rin! A modern Japanese villa with their own walled garden & pool, perfectly private for their professional athlete futures! And of course, lots of kitty treats for baby Coral!

Lookbooks: Ackermans || Rikihisas || Enatsu || Kyutoku || Olalias || Hatakes || ATLA || Ginnivan || Ishimoto || Drakes

Builds: Saitama Loft || Sunset Cosy Cabin || League of Villains Hideout || Tiny Treehouse

Tag list (ask to be added or removed): @carrionsflower @statichvm @risingsh0t @simonxriley @tommyarashikage @kanos @confidentandgood @unholymilf @florbelles @thedeadthree @shellibisshe @roofgeese @aezyrraeshh @faerune @tekehu @jackiesarch @minaharkers @sergeiravenov @carlosoliveiraa @rosenfey @greenecreek @queennymeria @heroofpenamstan @alexxmason @tethrras @jamessunderlandgf @a-treides @solasan @bigbywlf @delzinrowe @fenharel @imogenkol

[mutalune]

my clone culture headcanon is that they have almost no traditional mandalorian ties, they picked up almost nothing culturally/linguistically from the mandalorian trainers, but the one thing they DID get were endearments/affectionate and-or comforting words/etc.

b/c 1) that was the only way the trainers could somewhat express affection for their favorites without getting dinged for being too attached to them since no one there actually spoke mando’a 2) kaminoans would be Unhappy if the clones expressed affection openly so secret language words were the only way to safely verbalize caring and loving, so they picked up on those few kind words VERY quickly

(The way I see it working is that the trainers had favorites, would occasionally say something like “chin up, hang in there, good job kiddo,” and said favorites picked up those terms without actually ever getting Direct Translations of what they mean. So they get the words and some context but have to jumble it together themselves and pronunciation and meaning change the further away it spreads from the original favorites - because all of this is spread in private, quietly, until it grows its own legs in different iterations with different battalions imho

like they know adding -‘ika to a name is affectionate and feels like a diminutive but they don’t know what it means exactly and sometimes plug it into names in grammatically odd ways, so instead of “Trap’ika” you get “Trapper’ika” which sounds more like “Trapperka” when you’re talking fast.)

(i’m just a fan of gentle soft pet names and showing affection quietly and how love finds a way and how the clones can take what little scraps they were given and make it their own)

[botanikos]

A Wicked Game

starter for @strikers-saloon

Late. The imp had been late in his return, and upon arrival, Stolas had made a single gesture for the room to clear. Their meeting became one of privacy, tension coiling in the air between them. He expected better from Striker. Stolas was meticulous when it came to the handling of tasks or opportunities with direct ties to his name and status. But the prince had decided to hire outside help, and this particular imp came across his search more than once. F A I L U R E was not an option. Yet here they were with the royal staring into his tea with disappointment sharper than his talons. ❝ I thought you were the best at what you do, ❞ Stolas jeers, voice low and calculated. ❝ How many times will you disappoint me, Striker? How many times will you fail? I certainly hope you know how to CLEAN UP YOUR MESSES. ❞

Feathers ruffle with silent indignation as the table and its contents between them rattle. A brief, furious ripple of power emanating with the weight of a threat. ❝ I suggest you give your best excuse, my patience is growing slim. ❞

[ahollowgrave]

Odette's Ishgard Rooms

[byronlc]

closed for @theweredrifter who liked this for a sinday starter from Peter (also kinda continuing this)

It had been a couple of weeks since their first encounter, since they became unlikely companions. Not many words were spoken, he wasn’t much of a talker, and he knew everything about the other wolf he needed to. And he knew something he had tried to ignore the whole time, something that was getting impossible to ignore this morning.

He stood by the door of the room they had shared for the night, made their beds on the hard ground on opposite sides of the empty room in an empty house half in ruins in the middle of nowhere. The weak morning light came through one window, high above the ground. Too small for anything to get in – or to get out. One door that he had guarded the whole night.

His shoulders tensed, as he heard the other move – as he smelled him move, blanket rolling off his body and a wave of that scent hitting the alpha wolf hard. He closed his eyes, his hand clutched the handle, nearly breaking it. He should leave, run. But he couldn’t leave him alone, couldn’t leave him to danger. He knew they were close and if he left now, everything would have been in vain.

So all he could do was fight a battle impossible to win. His beastly impulses were too strong, nature could not be cheated.

He turned around, and seeing him on the ground, gazing up at him – he wondered, if he knew what was happening, if someone had told him what this was. Or if he felt too that it was impossible to fight. He stepped closer. Slowly.

[byanyan]

????????????

[neversetyoufree]

Mochijun’s posting sneak peaks on twitter again!

Specifically, she’s been posting a zillion images of Olivier and talking about how he’s the one she can take pictures of without spoilers, which is 👀

[endeavvor]

Rebellions are built on hope | Star Wars AU

B A S I C

James Kirk's whole life has been defined by war. His father, a Starfighter pilot who lost his life early in the rise of the empire. His mother, with no where else to turn, joined ranks with the very enemy that stole her husband. Now a general, imagine her disappointment to learn her son is a smuggler.

Home for Kirk is not a planet but a repurposed Freighter.

He doesn't want to fight for something he doesn't believe in. He doesn't want to fight at all. But Winona applied pressure, wanted to force him into a clean cut uniform and poor management. He fled from the expectation. Fled from her.

But he didn't run towards the destiny left to him by his father either.

Kirk chose a third option. Showing an affinity for piloting, he joined a band of smugglers. Made himself invaluable to them. Saved up for his own ship.

As much as he tried to stay away from it, rebellion still knocked on his door.

A L T P L O T S

Jim's history can be moved around to accommodate the different eras presented in Star Wars lore, but his basis will remain more or less the same. He is a smuggler and can be hired to assist in various missions or tasks.

For the sake of saking, I am not opposed to him learning he is force sensitive, as it can push many plot points, but him being a jedi isn't necessarily a required plot point for me. With his history, and his general lean towards negative emotions, this may open the door for him to be pulled towards the dark side.

I am open to pre-established relationships and connections, but these will need to be plotted out.

[phagodyke]

heard it was butch appreciation day 2day so im posting arm pics on here + no one can stop me >:-)

[bistaxx]

"Quackity wants to build a white house!"

I'm sorry he's doing what?

[pinktief]

me wanting to write and play bg3 vs me having a week long migraine and sleeping 18 hours a day and still being tired

[jayswing101]

For anyone who has sent me a message anywhere in the last few weeks and is still waiting on a reply - I'm sorry. I haven't forgotten about you or anything. I've just been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately and like I'm having a constant migraine but without the pain, and the TV at 70 volume my grandma has on 9am-11pm every day isn't helping things. I'll get back to you, I promise! I'm just gonna be a bit slower about it than normal 💙

[erabundus]

i've  mentioned  it  a  handful  of  times  both  ooc  and  on  discord  recently,  but  (  for  the  sake  of  organizing  my  thoughts  )  i  think  it's  important  to  note  just  how  little  ren  actually  tells  anyone  about  —  everything?  strangers  and  acquaintances  are  a  given;  he's  a  very  private  person  who  enjoys  his  level  of  anonymity.  however,  even  if  you  manage  to  strike  up  a  genuine  friendship  with  him  (  despite  his  best  efforts  to  sabotage  you  every  step  of  the  way  )  you  still  won't  know  much  about  him.  you  won't  know  what  he  gets  up  to  when  you're  not  around.  you  won't  know  who  he  speaks  with,  what  his  hobbies  are,  where  he's  been  and  where  he's  going.  every  scrap  of  information  has  to  be  extracted  manually  —  and  depending  on  what  it  is,  depending  on  how  much  he  trusts  you,  he  may  be  completely  honest  if  you  ask.  but  he  doesn't  offer  anything  of  his  own  free  will.  you  have  to  actively  PROMPT  HIM  to  share,  even  for  very  mundane  things. what is his favorite kind of tea? you aren't going to know; he isn't going to tell you.

this  goes  doubly  so  for  information  he  actually  does  consider  too  dangerous  to  share.  you  will  almost  never  have  ren  tell  you  about  someone  that  he  genuinely  cares  about  —  and  certainly  not  in  great  enough  detail  to  hunt  them  down.  he  doesn't  want  anyone  to  know  who  is  associated  with  him.  he  doesn't  want  anyone  associated  with  him  to  be  used  as  an  avenue  to  get  to  him  or  used  against  him.  it  unintentionally  leads  to  odd  situations  where  his  entire  social  circle  is  less  a  circle  and  more  isolated  bubbles  of  people  who  don't  know  he  knows  both  parties.

[feilien]

{♚ x @astremourante x}

 Just another day in paradise. Or something like that, anyway. Matt was collecting money — one might call it protection money —  from local businesses; work that should be way beneath him. Grunt work, so to speak. And yet, his grandfather insisted on him doing it. Matt had learned a long time ago not to question the reasons why and simply complied, doing whatever was asked of him.

 On the bright side, at least when he went to collect the money, it only took him rather than a posse of three or more men. Not because he inspired enough fear to make them comply (which he certainly could, if he wanted to; his skills could easily be lethal), but because he was on considerably better terms with them than anyone else in the clan thanks to the way he handled things.

 Walking out of the last store on his route, Matt didn't really pay attention where was walking, too busy counting the money to make sure it was all there. At least until he ran head-first into someone. Stumbling back a couple of steps, he easily regained his balance and tucked the money into his pocket before bowing his head. "I apologize, I wasn't—" Stopping mid-sentence, he took another step back, his body-language immediately turning defensive as his eyes landed on her face. "You. I remember you. What the fuck are you doing here?" 

[botanikos]

dark!starter for @chasingrainbcws

He closed his journal with finality as one of the servants tended to the tray of tea he'd been nursing whilst tending to his work. Stolas swept his cape over shoulders, nimble and metal tipped fingers fastening its clasp as he sweeps towards the door. Along the way, he snuffs a few candles. A small drapery cord is pulled to lower a sheer fabric over a few of his astrological instruments, and a switch is flipped to turn the remaining lights off. The prince deemed his work done and would retire to trade his daily finery for a luxurious silk robe and an exquisite dark, vintage wine. It would be a quiet and unassuming evening — so he assumed.

❝ Do not overbook me for tomorrow's meetings. I will require a H U N T. Hare sounds delightful. Two will do. There are three correspondences on my desk that need to be delivered. Ensure they are received within the week. ❞ Clipped orders delivered from a cutting tongue and sharp beak, accepted wordlessly and punctuated by the swift bows and attentive nods of the imps that scurried about the household. They moved carefully, close but never within reach unless so emboldened by the knowledge that they were expected.

Stolas gave pause, vermillion hues watching the imps retreat with haste. But it wasn't their movements that caught his attention. Keen senses heard U N F A M I L I A R movement. The dark prince closes the distance between himself and the door to his chambers and lingers there, head canted to one side. An intruder was within. Silently, carefully, he opens the door and steps within to G R E E T the culprit.

❝ An audacious attempt, for sure. Or a very F O O L I S H one. . . I do believe that belongs to me, imp. ❞