#vi��ales

[bubbarnes]

“... how's sarah? she asked about me?”.

[lesbianjamies]

[mooneggtarts]

Some modern-esque au thing as a way of coping with the series. Also...

The most devastating realization has dawned upon me... they remind me again of the Elric brothers from FMA Im gonna cry

[chane-vel]

What if...

Nakdl ellos ya tuvieron una pelea pero en ese momento Simón estaba loco por la corona, ahora, si conservara la conciencia en su totalidad podría llegar a ganar fácilmente una pelea(?

Asi q me imagine esto..

[princefrancois]

[wateveridontcare]

-Santiago Berti.

👻

[vi-visected]

The Demon’s Head had no need for such trivial things as vanity. His clothes were fine because they lent well to the weather and his own movement. His hair was shorn only by his own hand and kept to uphold sacred traditions. He wore no makeup, had no need for it. Thus, Damian grew up in a palace utterly devoid of mirrors.

The only time he ever saw his reflection was grossly distorted in the shimmering surface of the Lazarus Pit.

“This is your room,” Father had said to him, and while he was unused to the four poster canopy bed and the closet of pressed clothes, he would make do. He would not fail Father simply because he was unused to a situation. A good son would adapt. So adapt Damian would.

When he first saw the creature out of the corner of his eye, his instinct was to draw his sword and assume his standard fighting position. The creature copied him as if exactly in sync with him, even drew the same sword in the same way. Damian halted, waiting for an advance.

It did not come.

He waited for some moments, and then inched forward. The creature inched forward at an exact even pace, matching every one of his moves down to the minute twitch. This, Damian realized, must be a reflective surface. But something about the image in the surface seemed… odd. Damian lowered his sword and crept closer, quietly relieved when the creature did the same.

His reflection, this mirrored image of himself, it wasn’t… correct. All his life his mother had told him that he looked exactly like his Father, but his Father did not look like this. The creature in the reflection had slitted pupils, deep glowing green eyes, and markings all over its face. It had fangs, long and pointed, and sharp ears that stuck out from the sides of its head. It was… grotesque. Awful. Damian had the distinct urge to smash the mirror to pieces, all at once convinced that this had been the reason for both the lack of mirrors at Grandfather’s palace as well as why they had sent him away. It was to hide his shame, this abomination that he was.

But Damian couldn’t bring himself to do it. Couldn’t destroy something valuable in Father’s home on the very first night he’d been invited to stay. Regardless of what Father had said, nothing in this room belonged to Damian. It could not be tampered with. But the reflection… it could not remain where someone else might see his shame.

In a fit of inspiration, Damian grabbed a fresh linen out of the bottom of the wardrobe and hastily draped it over the grotesque image. It covered the mirror well, exposing no part of it, and he nodded contently at his work.

There, now no one had to know. He simply needed to… avoid all other mirrors in the Manor. That shouldn’t be too difficult.

Adapt, Damian reminded himself. He would adapt.

[fandom-menace]

Marvel Age #4 (July 1983)

[shitposting-account]

yeah idk anymore 😭

[shouyuus]

bruh the chances of me finishing this hockey!vi fic before xmas is slim at this point. but the question is. do i still post ???? the masterlist + prologue for it? cause like. the first "section" is kinda-sorta done? and i'm far enough in that i know i'll def finish the fic, but i also just have QUALMS about posting a fic before all of it is technically finished. sdlfikjsdoifjsodfij

[thekirammanjinx]

"I can't ship caitvi because Cait needs jinx forgiveness" is so statement. Why should Cait have to be forgiven by jinx who killed her mother.(even if she didn't know or do it intentionally)

just say you don't like caitvi and move on.

[archangeldyke-all]

sending my asks without anon on from now on cause you guys need to know when the asks came from my filthy mind fr. and idea i present for whenever you can get to it angel: basketball coach!sev x volleyball coach!reader let the queerness commence!! bonus points if they fuck in like idk the supply closet of the gym while the teams are in the locker rooms

(also they're college level teams, not pro or highschool!!)

sooooo cute. i know virtually nothing about sports so this is on the shorter side but i just had to give it my best attempt, because this concept is adorable

men and minors dni

being a girls' college sports coach is a unique position with many unique problems (drama perpetually following the teams of mostly queer young woman around like a curse) so you and sevika bond quickly over your shared responsibilities and funny stories.

this year, your team captain, cait, is dating sevika's team captain, vi, so you've been attending a lot of basketball practice with cait and sevika's been coming to a lot of your practices with vi.

they're a cute couple-- a little clingy, but cute nonetheless.

caitlyn sighs beside you on the bleachers, dreamily watching her girlfriend practice three point shots. you're supposed to be discussing strategies and starting team members for the game this weekend, but caitlyn's become distracted by vi.

judging from the goofy grin the girl is shooting cait from the court, she's been distracted too.

"vi! quit bein' gay and get back to work!" sevika shouts. you chuckle. violet flips sevika off, and then jogs up to where you and cait are sitting.

"lookin' good, cupcake." she flirts. you gag. caitlyn elbows you.

"can you fuck off for like, five minutes, coach?" caitlyn asks. you just snort and rise, climbing down the bleachers to let the two canoodle in peace.

you take a seat in an empty folding chair by a few of the other basketball girls. you're around enough that they know you, greeting you with a few 'hey, coach's.

you start scribbling away on your clipboard, ignoring the commotion of practice coming to an end around you. cait's just gonna have to deal with what you come up with, since apparently flirting with her girlfriend is more important than her duties as captain.

"hey." sevika grunts. you look up at her and sigh.

"your captain is distracting mine." you complain. she chuckles.

"are you kidding? your captain is the one doing the distracting here." sevika says as she sits beside you, manspreading in the tiny folding chair.

"they're disgusting." you sigh as you look at the two girls giggling with each other on the bleachers across from you. sevika snorts.

"you're just jealous." she says.

"oh yeah. i'm real jealous of caitlyn's box dyed baby butch." you joke. sevika chuckles beside you.

"hey, go easy on my captain, at least she's not a brit!" she teases. you roll your eyes. "plus, that's not what i'm talking about."

"what do you mean then?"

"i mean you're jealous that those two get to be all lovey dovey in public, while we've gotta pretend we're just friends." she whispers. you bite your lip to hide your smile.

sevika's dying to tell everyone about your relationship, but you're a little hesitant. not because you're unsure about sevika, just because you don't think you'll be able to handle the constant teasing from your girls. you roll your eyes.

"come on." you say, standing. sevika raises an eyebrow at you and you just cross your arms over your chest. "fine, stay there. i'm going to the supply closet, though, if you're lookin' for me."

sevika scrambles to rise behind you, her folding chair falling on the floor with a clatter as she grabs your wrist and sprints the two of you to the supply closet.

you giggle as she shoves you inside, only to be cut off from your laughter with a moan as sevika slams the door behind you and pulls you into a nasty kiss.

you wrap your arms around her waist, and she wraps hers around your shoulders, one hand cupping your jaw as she shoves her tongue past your lips.

she backs you up into the supply shelf, several cleaning products clattering to the ground as she grinds into you, shoving her thigh between your legs.

"sevika!" you gasp, giggling as she starts to suck a hickey into your neck. you pull her back by her hair, and she grins at you.

"can i eat you out?" she asks. your knees go wobbly and weak, and sevika's smirk grows into a grin as she tightens her grip on you to keep you upright.

"here?!" you ask. there's barely enough room for the both of you to stand in here. sevika just shrugs.

"you look so fuckin' good today. distracting the shit outta me." she whispers. you shudder as sevika starts to kneel. she lifts the hem of your shirt to press kisses to your stomach as she looks up at you with puppy eyes, awaiting your permission. you bite your lip.

"fine, but be quick!" you say. she grins, her hands fumbling with your belt buckle as she tries to strip your legs.

she's got your pants halfway down your thighs when the supply closet door swings open.

you scream. caitlyn screams. sevika whips around and screams at the sight of vi in the doorway, one of her hands wrapped around caitlyn's wrist. violet bursts into laughter.

"i fuckin' knew it!" she screams. you groan. sevika shoots to her feet, quickly pulling your pants back up for you before she turns around to glare at your captains. "i knew it, babe, what did i tell you?!" vi's screaming. caitlyn's giggling behind her, her eyes darting between you and sevika.

"what the fuck are you doin' here?" you ask. vi chuckles.

"same thing you guys were doin'." she answers, waggling her eyebrows at sevika. sevika growls and you chuckle, rebuckling your belt and reaching forward to grab her hand. "you should really put a sock on the doorknob next time." violet says. sevika stares her down with her 'don't fucking try me' stare, and violet rolls her eyes. "fine. let's go to your dorm cupcake."

"i'm so sorry." caitlyn mouths to you. you just wave her off and roll your eyes.

as the couple retreats, you hear vi mumble "i think i'm gonna have to wash my eyes out with bleach when we get home." you snort. sevika looks at you guiltily.

"sorry." she mumbles. you giggle, and pull her in for a kiss.

"it's okay. was bound to come out eventually." you say with a shrug. a small smile creeps up sevika's lips.

"so... you're okay with it?"

"we're never gonna hear the end of it." you say. sevika frowns, and you giggle, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth. "but i'm okay with it. kinda glad, actually. was getting tired of not kissing you when you guys win games."

sevika grins, then reaches behind her to close the door to the supply closet again. she shoves a shelf in front of the exit, so no one can come in, and then corners you against the shelf again.

"now..." she says, grinning at you, "... where were we?"

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity

[atopvisenyashill]

i do love when people are like “well there’s no proof gaemon is actually a dragonseed he’s probably not aegon’s bastard” like first of all it is basically book AND show canon that a lot of targs were fucking and sucking their way through dragonstone and flea bottom i’d wager it’s pretty fucking likely a lot of the claimed dragonseeds are exactly what they claim to be, second of all it is hammered home that while people from lys or volantis can ~have the look~ the actual targaryen look is rare, and third of all. listen we know i love that wet little rat man aegon ii but be serious lmao

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Round 2, bracket B, poll 9 (last one in this round)

Propaganda for Caitvi: "in the game, they're fighters and are confirmed to be girlfriends who live together (Vi mentions wanting to go back home to Caitlyn). They're not canon yet in the show, but Vi's butch swag and calling Caitlyn 'cupcake' are working pretty well so far."

Propaganda for Joenicky: "they're immortal. they've been alive almost 1000 years. enemies to lovers even (they killed each other repeatedly before they fell in love). one gives a speech about how much he loves the other WHILE they're both being held prisoner in the back of a van and then they kill everyone. also they're really really important to me"

"they killed each other fighting on opposite sides of the crusades and then both resurrected as immortals and killed each other many times before becoming allies and then falling in love. they've fought first each other and then side by side for hundreds of years and are total complements in battle, along with their other immortal family!!"

[papesatan]

E già qualcuno fra i parenti ha osato chiedermi del concorso. Ma come, non partecipi? Vedo già le mie zie insegnanti partir gagliarde con le solite domande cui non saprò cosa rispondere. La verità porterebbe a una bruta discussione, meglio tentar la via della cieca ignoranza o, peggio ancora, della menzogna compiacente. Ogni volta resto muto e interdetto, incapace di soffrirne a voce, perché ho un lavoro, cristo, un lavoro creatomi dal nulla, MI SONO DATO un lavoro e per loro non è abbastanza, perché non è un posto pubblico. Forse chi ha visto Quo vado? ma vive al nord non ha ben chiaro quanto quel film ritragga fedelmente la gretta mentalità della mia terra, ma è davvero così e non fa ridere per niente. Ricordo ancora benissimo i mesi precedenti l’apertura, il silenzio dei parenti, il vuoto intorno, le risatine di mia nonna: “Ma verrà qualcuno?” e l’insistenza di mia zia: “Hai mandato le Mad? Dovresti provare col sostegno, da lì è più facile entrare” (e di questa immonda realtà parleremo un’altra volta). Ci litigai, speravo d’aver chiarito una volta per tutte le mie intenzioni, ma puntualmente dopo qualche mese tornò a chiedermi: “Allora, hai mandato le Mad? Nessuna supplenza?” “Eh, no” mentii “purtroppo nulla”. Ci rinuncio, perché quella dei nostri genitori ormai è una generazione totalmente slegata dalla realtà, convinta di vivere ancora gli anni ‘90, dove tutto era possibile, dove entravi dove volevi con l’aiuto di zio Cosimino, dove il politichino di turno sistemava gli amici di amici, dove una laurea e un concorso significavano qualcosa. Oggi la mia dipendente, povera crista che quando non lavora passa le giornate a studiare, mi ha rivelato che per la sua classe di concorso i posti messi a bando per la Puglia saranno 3. Come dovrei non incazzarmi? Come si può restare calmi di fronte a tanto schifo? Capite perché ho mandato tutti al diavolo, aprendo la MIA scuola? Non possiamo star qui a invecchiare all’ombra di mamma e papà, in attesa che lo stato ci permetta di fare ciò che abbiamo sudato e studiato decenni per fare. In famiglia nessuno sa che ad aprile ho rinunciato all'orale. Non li ritengo stupidi, è probabile che qualcuno abbia capito (forse mia madre?), dall’Usr dell’Emilia Romagna si sono fatti vivi dopo un anno (un anno!) dal superamento dello scritto, questo sì, ma è poco plausibile che venga indetto un nuovo concorso senza aver posto fine al precedente. Almeno il dubbio deve averli sfiorati. Ma non ho il coraggio di dirglielo, lascerò che lo capiscano da sé, se vogliono, non sopporterei la cenere di quegli sguardi delusi, il ricordo di mio padre che dopo lo scritto esulta al telefono: “Volesse Iddio che ti sistemi”, la segretaria dell’Usr che alla rinuncia insiste incredula al telefono ed io che le rispondo: “Non posso, ho cambiato vita”. No, la verità li ammazzerebbe, non so manco perché poi. E la cosa che mi fa più ridere è che proprio loro, le mie care zie insegnanti, gente del mestiere, non capiscono che non potrei affiancarlo in nessun modo a ciò che già faccio, perché è già un lavoro a tempo pieno. Come potrei mai dedicarmi il pomeriggio al doposcuola e preparare al tempo stesso le lezioni del giorno dopo? Partecipare ai consigli, collegi vari, attività pomeridiane ed essere ubiquamente al mio locale? Gestisco un’attività, cazzo, non è mica il lavoretto dell’estate. Ma non lo capiranno mai tanto, meglio che m’abitui sin da ora a ripetere: “Oh, sì, eccome se ho sentito! Non vedo l’ora di tentar la sorte anch’io alla lotteria!”    

[wawatukis]

Hey cabros, I tried to make fanarts of the skeksis with their urrus, I used some conceptual art as a reference but now they looks chistosos 😭😭😭😭

I simplified their clothes in a horrible way, so jodidos al rato i will mejorarlos srry