#yes i copy pasted it lol

[criminal-sen]

Part 2 of my weird 'video game but not really' series. Was gonna put a UI in this one too (I made a whole elaborate text box and everything) but wound up canning it:p

Part 1 is here

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

Agent gijinka + some other merc concepts

[phoenixtherobot]

Artemy Burahk from Pathologic 2, Save me

Save me, Artemy Burahk

Artemy, Save me

[weirdbabs]

thinking about max's possible face blindness and how he pictures the notable people/things from his day. johnny made an impression on him and is all in all accurate. suzy and isabel too. spender, isaac, and ed are close, but theres something Wrong with them. ed's face is too wide and doesnt have as much definition as the rest. isaacs face is too short and he either has giant bags under his eyes or theyre set in too deeply. spenders chin is too wide, giving him a square face rather than the pointed chin weve repeatedly been shown. collin and dimitri both show up but only from the eyes up, with their most prominent features being collin's furrowed eyebrows and dimitris hair

[fromtheseventhhell]

"Ned doesn't know how to talk with Sansa" Okay but like…where though? Where is it actually anywhere in the books that Ned has trouble speaking with Sansa? Or that he doesn't know how to handle her or "what to do" with her? The conflict people try and invent between them is just so...forced. I wish people would just let it go and stop trying.

[quarks-pussy]

[Images description: Twelve pictures of Star Trek actors. The phrase "thank you for being both amazing actors and amazing people" is written across most of the images one word at a time, except for the two images in the middle. The middle images are of William Shatner, reading "not you!" and Robert Beltran, reading "or you for that matter". The actors in the other images are George Takei, René Auberjonois, DeForest Kelley, Gates McFadden, Wil Wheaton, Kate Mulgrew, Patrick Stewart, Siddig El Fadil (aka Alexander Siddig), Nichelle Nichols and Leonard Nimoy. End image description.]

Non exhaustive list of course. Many more such cases, in fact feel free to add

(insp)

[soupmanspeaks]

Has anyone made a FNAF PJO AU yet? no? okay well then I'll do it okay so basically William is a hades kid, and the Afton sibs are all hades legacy but are children of nemesis, and Lizzy is the Oracle ("you wont die, you wont die" yk yk) Charlie is a child of Hecate (and can control the mist) and CHB in this au is the pizzeria, and the concealment/mist is the smell of days old pizza masking the smell of demigod, and I'm gonna be real honest I don't reaaaally know how the robo-possession and such would function but like see Michael's weapon is an enchanted baseball bat he calls "helpy" and because I'm cringe, he too is cringe, and says a terrible catch phrase when he's wielding it like "You look like you could use some *help!*" Maybe William learnt about the existence of mythological concepts like the underworld, Tartarus, Elysium, asphodel, etc. and he kinda wanted to cheat all that like the coward he is and that's why he started going killing crazy?? Maybe he kills Charlie because he wants to somehow glean her mist-controlling powers??? idk lol

I just love the hc(?) That the Afton's just have this.....presence to them when they enter a room, they each have an air of mystery or somberness or just plain fear around them LIKE OKAY IMAGINE KIDS HAVING FUN AND PLAYING IN THE ARCADE, RUNNING AROUND AND HAVING FUN, AND THEN PJO!MICHAEL FIRST SHOWS UP AND STEPS AT THE ENTRANCE, AND THE ROOM JUST GOES (heh, pun) DEAD SILENT AND FAINT WHISPERS ARE HEARD FROM THE AUDIENCE LIKE YOU PICK UP WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN

[toyasgirl]

“LmO stop! Dabi look nothing like that ugly Enji.”

Also canon Dabi:

I can do a lot more but that’s enough. I mean i still don’t understand why ppl say that his own kids look nothing like him like HOW? Dabi literally got his nose, eyes and his lips (like how they rise the side of their upper lip up when they r mocking someone) shoto also look like them (same eyes and nose) but I’ll just do Dabi since yall say he doesn’t 💀

[unproduciblesmackdown]

going like hang on my organic Winston Billions ft. Diegetic Makeup trackpad edits can Get Posted. if only

[phantomdecibel]

FUCK you: re-canonifies your Flower!AU

Anyways what if Polites actually still dies flower au au (bit o context in the tags, just so this drabble makes a bit more sense since it doesnt exactly follow canon aha-)

Rattlesnake Root

shield, step carefully.

Watching Ajax rush across the deck, calling out orders while cradling little Astyanax in his arms, the realization hit Odysseus like a brick.

This is what Polites had meant.

Eurylochus’s voice still echoed in his ears — but Odysseus wasn’t hearing any of it. Everything sounded muffled, like he was listening to (one of) his best friend chew him out from underwater. He must have started yelling louder, because the teenager glanced over at the two of them, something Odysseus hesitated to label as anything other than concern written across his face.

He wanted to yell.

He wanted to scream, keep shooting venom like arrows, jump up and pace, even.

Instead he stood, hands clasped over the rail, staring blankly past the blurred shape of his friend. It was both too loud and yet too quiet and annoyingly chilly and somehow everything was way too bright. It felt like there should be a storm brewing overhead, yet the only rain falling came from his eyes. The sun shone down unapologetically overhead, and Odysseus fought back an unintelligible scream.

This is what Polites had meant, what he’d pleaded back in that forest.

If you don’t talk to us, if you don’t trust us, then how can we help?

He’d thought he’d had it all under control, that his own hangups weren’t affecting anyone else, but clearly he’d been wrong. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or just plain ignorance, but Odysseus had fucked up, pushed too far.

He wanted to sob.

He was already crying, Odysseus realized in a vague, sort of detached way. His face felt… damp, and tight from the salt already starting to dry. Something hit his hand; again and again and again, and rolled down his knuckles.

Eurylochus yelled again, throwing his arms out, and Odysseus flinched.

How long had this been brewing?

How long had he been pushing his crew, his friends to the edge? For how long had he been pushing them to the side, ignoring their concerns and needs, forcing them to pick up his slack?

…when had his efforts to protect them start to hurt instead?

Slowly, Eurylochus’s face came back into focus.

His mouth moved and Odysseus could, technically, hear him still, but the words themselves were lost to the buzzing in his head. The tilt to his eyebrows would have looked angry — really, really angry — to anyone else, but Odysseus knew his friend. Eurylochus was angry, sure, but mostly he was just worried (and tired, so tired, and grieving, too). The man’s eyes glistened wetly, shining with unshed tears.

Odysseus barely noticed as he started to shake.

He did this. This was his fault, the result of his negligence. Polites was dead because of him, and now he was driving away the other person he should be supporting, looking after the most.

Odysseus clenched the rail tighter, clearly hearing it creak under his grip. Eurylochus’s voice faded in and out, nothing but background noise.

He’d failed.

Odysseus blinked once, twice, trying to alleviate the pressure growing behind his eyes. The tears, which had been slowing, built again, suddenly, and everything was just too much.

Oh. He dimly realized again. I did this.

And Odysseus…

…Odysseus broke.

Odysseus broke, tears falling like a waterfall. He choked on a sob, shaking violently, as his knees wobbled and knocked together. Eurylochus’s voice, angry and harsh, snapped back into focus, and Odysseus keened weakly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, falling to his knees as he swallowed back another sob. “I’m sorry-“

Desperately, shaking all the while, Odysseus clutched at his friend’s chiton, head pressed to Eurylochus’s knee. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-“

Eurylochus’s angry rant trailed off into shocked silence as Odysseus tripped over his words. Apology after apology spilled from his lips as he sat shaking on the wooden deck of the ship, legs collapsed awkwardly beneath him. He didn’t dare look up as silence crashed against the ship like Polyphemus’s club crashing against men and stone, just kept choking out desperate apologies into the empty, oppressive air.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sobbed, like a mantra. “I’m sorry,”

The moment seemed to stretch for an eternity; a terrifying, heart-stopping eternity.

He couldn’t do this.

Odysseus- he couldn’t. He’d tried, fuck he’d tried. Tried to carry every burden he could, tried to protect his people, and look where they were now.

It was all a mess, a fucking disaster.

And- and Polites was gone, now, really truly gone, never-coming-back gone.

Dead.

And Eurylochus would be too- not dead, not if Odysseus had any say in it, but gone, leaving.

Leaving him, because Eurylochus would do what was best for the crew.

Odysseus was just dead weight.

The leg he leaned against, clutched in desperation, was pulled back, and Odysseus let it go.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, trying and failing to blink away his tears as his hands dropped down to dig his nails into his own knees instead. Something thudded against the ground ahead of him, but all Odysseus could think was ‘this is it’.

This is it, this is where his friend, his last surviving best friend, his brother, even, left him.

And by the gods if he didn’t deserve it.

“‘msorry,” his words slurred together. “‘msrry’msorry,”

He deserved this, for hurting his friend and daring to proclaim otherwise. Why should Eurylochus stick around? Odysseus wasn’t worth the work. He hunched in on himself some more.

“‘msorry,” he might have begged. Please don’t go. You have every right to, but please, please. Don’t leave me. “‘msrrymsrrymsor-“

Odysseus coughed.

Oh, that was odd.

He couldn’t breathe, for a moment there, air knocked from his lungs as his chest collided with something warm and solid. Something strong tugged his forwards, pulled him tight against it.

Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders, and Odysseus suddenly found his head tucked into the crook of Eurylochus’s neck as he shook. He tried to choke out another apology, but Eurylochus held him too tightly to properly speak the words.

Oh.

Oh.

Odysseus shook some more, hands slowly worming their way from his knees to clutch this time at the front of his friend’s chiton.

Eurylochus was hugging him.

Eurylochus. was hugging him.

Odysseus sobbed again.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to force out again, but Eurylochus just pulled him impossibly closer.

“It’s okay,” his friend whispered, voice hoarse. “It’s going to be okay.”

mans is a bit harsh on himself :,)

He doesn’t q u i t e get the point, but he’s getting there-

Anyways so flower au; asty lives and also @hahahaghosty and I are soft for lil ajax :P

I know I always say this, but they were a huge inspiration for this (bc they fuel me w like 75% of my writing ideas lmao-), so thank you a whole lot!! wouldn’t be possible without ya :) they're really fucking awesome, go check out their stuff!! do it- Do It Now-

anyways that all from me for now, thanks for reading :P

(me: check out the tags for some context :) also me: throws way to much shit in them-

just. just read the beginning and end and itll all make sense if u wanna)

[pirunika]

tennis must be a thing in shoh setting bc itd soooo be something Lavinet and Eos plays

inspired by

[serenity-the-firefly]

nothing as humiliating as activating the sticky keys warning…like hey idiot you hit the shift button seven times in a row. what are you, stupid?

[barelyconventional]

for the ask game: 7, 8, 9

7. comfortably full tummies or achingly stuffed tummies?

I adore comfy fullness—it gives me butterflies—but achingly stuffed is hotter to me, partly because I enjoy the intensity and especially because someone in that situation is vulnerable and in need of care, and the idea of taking care of someone, soothing their discomfort or distress and helping them feel good, is one of the core draws of tummy kink for me. So I guess my ideal would be the second leading to the first. 😄

8. a very noticeably distended belly or a more subtly bloated belly?

Noticeably distended for sure; I'm basic in that regard lol. But I do love the idea of subtler bloats that are only detectable either by knowing the person's body well enough to spot the difference or from the person themself drawing attention to it, because then it's a sign of trust and intimacy in the form of little secret shared between the tummied person and their caretaker. >w<

9. upper belly bloat or lower belly bloat?

Upper belly. 💕 Just that visible sign that the person's eaten well, perhaps even too well (or that their tummy is in distress, e.g. too many bubbles that need coaxing out) is so good. Plus it usually means you've caught them shortly after eating, so you'll get to enjoy all the noises and rumbles as their belly digests its bounty. ❤️‍🔥

[ultramarine-spirit]

Vote to get WMMAP’s novel officially licensed in english!

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You want to read those romance scenes so bad. Adult Athy, Lucas, and Ijekiel, over 40 years old-Claude, Nox the magical puppy, Athy’s baby dragon, Lucas’ full backstory…

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

thanks tumbles, for half killing the good vibe i had going while editing drafts--

[ptanalo]

I never post my wips here!!!! thought it only fair to share my neon brainrot