#what the fuck is this even

[wishforhome]

untitled – a ridiculous modern band au

as usual, i blame @mxssful and @inquisimer for this. I don't know, moss was like "hey what if they were in a band" listen sometimes viago can be king and sometimes he can be a bassist, and it's fine, okay.

nobody asked for this, but i'm fond of it, so fuck it. enjoy it.

features both my OC (vero) and moss's (rosa)

988 words | teen | just a drabble

pairings: viago/rook (vero) | background undefined polyamorous nonsense because why have one pairing when you can have five

It happens at a party – or not at a party. Not exactly.  Viago can get himself together to go on stage; something about being behind a bass, he can hold it in front of himself like a shield, pretend that he's not surrounded by people. There’s the stage lights and the sound, and somehow this is enough for him to forget about the audience altogether, to imagine that he is still fucking around in his garage, playing for the hell of it, playing out of habit, or something. Something other than what it is. 

But parties? Parties are hard. Parties are a thousand inane conversations and strangers commenting on his gloves. Watching Rosa make out with some guitarist from another band while Teia gives him an altogether too knowing look. She broke up with him again, and yet she had insisted he come to this party, and he had agreed because – because he keeps hoping it will work, one of these days, and he’s trying to show her he’s trying. 

Trying, but maybe not hard enough, because eventually he takes his drink outside onto the street and stands, leaning against a wall. It's not cold, exactly, but there's a chill in the air that makes him grateful for the layers he constantly wears. He can hear voices from inside, people laughing and talking. Smells of cigarette smoke and weed. Lucanis went home a while ago, something about needing to feed his sourdough starter. Lucanis is like that – able to come and go when it pleases him, making some vague excuse about how he has somewhere else to be, something else to do. 

Viago should go too, and maybe he will, when he finishes his wine. Teia will forgive him, or she won’t, and they’ll keep going around and around. He is resigned to this fate.

This is when and where Vero finds him, stepping out on the front door and coming to join him against the wall. Automatically, he shifts to make room for them. Vero is – well. Viago doesn’t like to think about it too much, what Vero is. Young, mostly, he reminds himself constantly. Young and wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt that he is pretty sure used to belong to Lucanis. Maybe it still does; sometimes they seem to share a wardrobe. He spends too long, sometimes, trying to figure out the relationship between them. This is not something he should think about right now.

"You played really well tonight," Vero says, leaning against the wall next to him. Their dark hair is still in disarray from the show, pulled half-up into a messy bun. They shove their hands into their pockets, but even like this, even leaning against a brick wall with hands in their pockets, there is a strange kind of grace to them. Like every movement has been carefully considered, their apparent relaxation just as precise and poised as everything else about them. 

Viago grimaces, thinking back to the show. "I missed a couple notes on the third song," he says.

"Nobody noticed it."

"You did." He had seen them notice – their quizzical expression from behind their drum set as he regained his fingering.

Vero shrugs. "I'm detail-oriented. You know this."

"I do," he admits. Vero shivers in their thin t-shirt. It’s strange, Viago thinks, the involuntary movement. They are constantly so self-possessed, the elements should not affect them. "You should go in. You must be freezing."

"I'd rather be here with you," Vero says with sudden earnestness. They do that sometimes – disarm him with unexpected affection. It only ever lasts a second before they lapse back into their usual seriousness. But tonight, they're looking at him with this expression that is equal parts fond and uncertain. When did they start looking at him like that?

"You're drunk," he accuses.

"A little drunk, a little high," Vero says, and they have one of those faint smiles they often wear, like they're amused by a private joke. "Doesn't change how I feel."

“How you –” but he stops, because Vero has pushed away from the wall and has instead reached for the front of his perfectly pressed shirt, twisting those long and delicate fingers into the fabric. This is – this is not supposed to happen, because Vero is many things. Young, first and foremost. A little drunk. A little high. He is suddenly aware of their scent – beer and sweat and cigarette smoke and Lucanis’s cologne.

Viago knows he should pull away, or do anything other than what he does, which is lean in until his lips brush against theirs.

Vero's mouth is warm and soft, and they make this sound, halfway between a gasp and a moan. And Viago, for a moment, is lost. His gloved hand moves to their waist; without meaning to, he finds that he has placed it under the fabric of their t-shirt. When he slides his tongue against theirs, they taste faintly bitter, like those awful IPAs they always drink. Under that, just spit and skin.

It is different than kissing Teia. Vero is almost of a height with him, so there is no need to lean down. He can simply press them back against the wall, that glass of wine still in his hand, as they use their grip on his shirt to pull him in closer, closer. Their body is all lean muscle and tension, so carefully restrained, even now. He slides his knee between their thighs, can feel the heat of their body through the layers of fabric, and this time they really do moan.

And then common sense reasserts itself, and he pulls away.

"I should go," he says, and because he's an idiot, he gives them his wine glass, because what else is he supposed to do with it. 

He walks off, away from the party and into the street, already pulling his phone from his back pocket. He needs to text Rosa. 

[thefairfeline]

I was scrolling through the images section of the Horikoshi wiki page and came across this. How have I never seen this, it is hilarious and terrifying. Tokoyami looks dead inside.

[fungal-wasted]

Construct formed by the combination of the strongest fighters of Hallownest.

~ • ~

This creature.... is indescribable. How far are its creators willing to go? How much resilience does it contain, to keep fighting? If it desires to hunt, then I wish to see its limits.

Today, for Hollow Knight's 6th anniversary, a stronger warrior walks in: the Invincible, Fearless, Sensual, Mysterious, Enchanting, Vigorous, Diligent, Overwhelming, Gorgeous, Passionate, Terrifying, Beautiful, Powerful Traitor SOUL Master Prince Hogrimmuute! They have learnt the art of Soul from the master himself to be able to face, and maybe finally beat:

The Pure Vessel

[Image 1: An edit of Hrimm, a being that consists of Hornet's head with Zote's uneven horns, covered in Uumuu's hood. Their body is covered by two cloaks: Troupe Master Grimm's cloak and the Soul Master's red and blue cloak. They have the Dung Defender's arms and claws, wielding a shellwood nail, and their legs belong to the Traitor Lord.

Image 2: The apure Vessel in a fighting stance. /End ID.]

[helloiamstoned]

Fuck off

[friendly-neighbourhood-archon]

Thanks for nothing, Tumblr, the new layout is an atrocity

[just-french-me-up]

'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip

[eosofspades]

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[normal-thoughts-official]

donated 50 reais to a palestinian GFM today

it amounted to 8 dollars

several days' worth of expenses for me became a single digit donation for them. barely enough for a blanket. just like that

it really sucks to know that my money is inherently less helpful no matter how much it'd pay for me, and there's nothing i can do

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[liquidstar]

Yes, Greece still exists, we didn't all die 2000 years ago. Yes, people speak Greek. You people are so fucking stupid for real. So many of you claim to love ancient shit but can't even acknowledge the actual living culture of the people whose mythology and classics you romanticize. You keep leaving annoying comments about how you just forget Greek people still exist, thinking you're being quirky because you love ancient stuff soooo much that you forgot about the people it came from. You think about it so little you don't even realize that an actual Greek person has to read this shit, making it clear how little you actually care about the culture beyond the romanticized (and westernized) mythology. Don't claim you love Greece, don't use our mythology anymore if you can't acknowledge that we're still around without making it about how little you think about us. It's mind boggling that you'd think a Greek person would read this and think you're anything but obnoxious. Explode.

[incredubious]

MODERN AU ACESAN !!!! first impressions with a guy who barely passes the No Shoes No Shirt No Service rule

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[milkcryptid]

do people have no shame anymore?