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[sebek-zigbolt]

*tears in my eyes, gritted teeth* I have to skip malleus tsum .... if i want to save enough...but all of diaso... in one picture.. and healing for 3 turns... crying sobbing

[mamasplat]

“Oh I wish they’d stop giving Martha the same ponytail”

SHUT UP

If you look closely REALLY CLOSELY

ITS DIFFERENT.

She’s a COORDINATOR detached from her own femininity at a young age WHY THE FUCK WOULD SHE HAVE HER HAIR DOWN???

[anotherhumanpet]

@oflostinfound from here

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ You... did, yes. ❞ She's staring up a steep hill, a walking path for hikers at the top. how he made it down without slamming into one of the trees or getting covered in burrs was beyond her. || 🔷 ||: ❝ I'm surprised that you're in one piece... that drop usually... ❞ She wasn't going to finish that sentence. At least he didn't look that hurt, not from what she could see at the moment. The small teen crouching down next to him and offering a hand,

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ I wouldn't try to climb back up, the rains make this hill a lot harder and you'll probably fall right back down. I know a way around. ❞

Some might call it luck. Others would say it was skill, and Dennis would be among them in that claim. In all honesty though, it was pure dumb luck that saved his ass from suffering anything nastier than a couple of bumps, mud stains, and tousled, wet hair.

Come morning though, who knows where he'd be. Sore as hell, that's for sure, but willing to get himself checked out for anything more severe? That depends entirely on how he feels, how well he can conceal things, and whether or not he gets busted for this.

"Thanks." Dennis graciously accepts the offered hand, then leverages himself back onto his feet with it. Then, once he's upright, he starts dusting and patting his clothes off to clean them up as much as he can. "I bet I could make it up if I just tried. It's only, what..." He turns, looks, then after a long moment his mouth twists down into a frown.

"...actually you're probably right. That mud looks slick."

[endeavvor]

❛  sometimes people just deserve to be stabbed. ❜

🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃

Jim's response is a breathy laugh. He is doubled over slightly, hand pressed to his abdomen, low, just over the jutting of one hip bone. Blood is running through the tips of his fingers where he's failing to stem the bleeding as he's broken rule number one of any penetrative object: do not remove it.

McCoy can, and will, yell at him later.

"I didn't mean me." He breathes out heavily, nostrils flaring, and he forces himself upright. "Though your commentary is absolutely fascinating on the subject, thank you."

[svnnykit]

@soulsfractured

lucia scrunches his nose up in a manner all too similar to his father, the expression one that's all too familiar on his face. the face is made OFTEN, whether in thought, or in judgement.

"why would you do that?"

[nocentis]

❝You‘re brooding again.❞ — from @timesrepentance

╳┆ It seemed he wasn't the only one who'd yet to kick the habit of rising in time with the sun. Either that, or she hadn't slept at all. Whatever her reason for being awake at this glimmering hour, he thought himself fortunate for it. Good company tended to keep the idle mind from pulling at threads best left in their weave.

Rather than respond to her astute observation, he deflected, "Would you like to join me? Sunrise's peak is nigh."

[voodoodaaddy]

◎ + Do you want a family? If so, how big?

" If you haven't heard I've already started a family! I have one fawn on the way! As for expanding it even further, I don't know if I want to put Lucifer under that amount of stress again. We've already lost a clutch, and I don't intend to repeat history. Perhaps if we can figure out a safer way, but until then, I'm quite satisfied with one fawn, and I have Charlie."

[gvnpxwder]

VERSE HEADCANON : JINX || THE MOTHERFUCKING QUEEN

This verse takes place after a bit of a time skip from the end of season one, where Jinx has taken over as the 'Eye of Zaun', the new kingpin of the undercity. And she wears this new title with a badge of jaded pride, Silco's coat adorning her shoulders.

Sevika has stayed beside her, if for no reason other than in recognition of Jinx's strength, and the knowledge that something is decidedly different about the young girl. She appears more serious, the charisma and carefree attitude she had displayed so openly before now muted, dull. The new Jinx is quiet, calculating.

Cold.

Something broke in her when those bullets ripped through the skin of the only family member who had ever actually given a shit about her. She's wracked with guilt, far more so than when she had killed Milo and Claggor. With them, they had always felt more like Vi's family than her own. Milo couldn't stand her, and Claggor mostly ignored her. Vander may have adopted her but he was more involved in Vi's life than in Powder's. I'll go on about their family dynamic in a later headcanon post, but suffice it to that Jinx was not overly attached to anyone as Powder aside form her sister.

But Silco? Silco chose her. He knew what she had done, and picked her anyway. He loved her, in his own way. He tried to help her, to shape her into a woman who could stand on her own two feet, her trauma left to float away in the polluted river. Again, I'll delve into this relationship later. The short of it is that Jinx feels like she owes Silco the world, and since he's dead now she's going to carry on his plan of liberating Zaun. And if that means she has to fight against Piltover to achieve this? Even better. She has a score to settle, people to kill.

I got off track talking about family, but this au is where she has none. Sevika is at her right hand, sure, but Jinx knows better than to trust her. And Vi has shown where her loyalties lie, has betrayed Jinx one too many times.

It's a big chair to fill, but no one is better suited to it than her.

[battletrio]

handing baby lucy back to olivia. he seems troubled, albeit honored. "i don't think i could be lucy's godfather."

Olivia raised an eyebrow at Bucky’s response. Though, it was not surprising to her that he would feel this way. Her husband had shared the same fears after all when she had gotten pregnant, the fear that he wouldn’t be a good father.

“You and John are definitely related.” She chuckled. “He didn’t think he could be a father either. So I’ll tell you what I told him. I trust you with my child, and I know you’ll be a great godfather because you’re a great person that I can always count on. I want my daughter to know she can count on you too.”

[futurefind]

//thinking abt the "FEA style next gen 1 parent fankid" concept and giving myself psychic dmg over time bc Yeah kisukes shtick is that hes a big mamas boy for sa and has lots of burried jealousy abt sa helping caretake n look after All the kids bc literal apocalypse etc but also

1. Him having her bracelet ??? He doesnt kno its importance to HER sure but any momentos a momento (light psychic dmg)

2. Him wielding Shinrei. Its a family sword atp but also screaming at all these orphans (moderate psychic dmg)

3. He has access to its powers... AFTER (future tl/'his') Sa passed (PSYCHIC DMG CRITICAL!!! YOWLS)

Aka: i lov the oshifam but my goddddd tragedy follows them like its a gd play. This is fine fate may be a bitch but im not !!

[serenitii-hime]

❝ I fear if I let you touch me, I will fall apart. ❞

Sentence Starters 🔥 || Accepting

Serenity gives the most playful of smiles, her eyes shimmering in amusement. A simple dance. That was all she asked, and yet the dance became something more. This Prince, from one of Earth's many Kingdoms, had gladly accepted and as they glide across the marbled floor their bodies were pressed ever closer.

"You say this, yet you pull me closer each time to you twirl me~"

A gentle, playful voice with a delicate lilt. "I should be saying that to you. You ignite something in me as well. I want to touch you, my Lord."

And a small, delicate hand moves to caress his cheek. "You should kiss me."

[themosthatedbeingg]

Are you planning to have more kids Lucifer?

{ choosing my radioapple verse for this one }

He looks down at his stomach and gives the Anon a deadpan look, “no I’m just walking around like this for fun… “ well he guessed they would need to make an announcement about it soon, a new prince would be born soon and technically Hell now has a new king alongside him.

[paramoira]

@godofcourage gets a random starter

it's one of those bitterly chilly nights where the moon is high in the sky and a soon approaching rainfall clings in the air. nightlife seems prevalent, at least if the street she's walked down was anything to judge from. one of the bars' had one of those folding doors which allowed them to form an open patio, live music drifting out and people of various levels of intoxication braving the chill. another, the one on the corner, had a line of the typical college looking sort waiting to get in with a few scattered older adults. she ignores them, dodging a larger group of friends in the line and stepping into the street to get around them. maybe ariadne shouldn't have parked her car so far away yet she hadn't exactly wanted it seen or anyone taking down her license plate when she held no business getting involved in what she was doing in the first place. ariadne held enough issues with certain detectives even if most had seemed to form a kind of acceptance that her dedication to her work proved family members held no baring on her commitment to solving the deaths which crossed her table at the morgue.

except, all of those detectives had seemed ready to accept the current case (or lack thereof) as presently in review as 'accidents'.

it was true the evidence hadn't been as strong as other cases, however, ariadne steadfastly disagreed with the pathologist in a jurisdiction over, the two cases she believed were linked having transpired in different areas yet not over state lines. there hadn't been any outright preternatural elements though a few things had made her question; even so, finding evidence the victims had once been to a blood den did not equate to proof anything paranormal had caused their deaths. as such there had not been enough to require the bprd's involvement and certainly nothing to have warranted fbi involvement even had she attempted a favor.

perhaps this was all one enormous hunch of a bad feeling ariadne shouldn't be following. certainly, one would think that as intelligent a woman as doctor kalkan clamed to be, she would have learned her lesson by now in respect to getting too involved with her cases. if nothing else what had happened in london should have taught her that. and yet, here she was, walking down a dimly lit street and jogging up the six steps of the apartment building once she finds the address she'd been looking for. how she'd got that, perhaps, wasn't completely in-line with the fact she was supposed to be on the side of law enforcement (sometimes it helped that one's familial ties were tied up in much less legally acceptable things and held no issues in utilizing those means if she asked). it was a very blurred line at times, though ariadne was willing to justify it as a fairly minor deviation and for a greater good. when someone comes out in hurry, she grabs the door before it closes, looking back a moment as the person moves down the street and rain begins prompting her to move inside, distracted.

somewhere in the back of her mind, she'd gotten a strange sense off the hooded man, something dark and the scent of smoke... however, ariadne chalked it up to her own minor paranoia about her covert actions and her anxieties about things in the past. closing the door, ariadne wonders if this was how private detectives operated, waiting for doors to be opened or did they just pick locks? she supposes they weren't held to the same rules as the police and as long as they weren't caught. on that same thought train, she wouldn't have put it passed the one girl's only living relative, a brother, to have hired one to look into things after the police findings. regardless, she has to speak with the girl that lives here and so ariadne makes her way up the steps. there's a weight to the moment, a sudden increasing worry. she has theories, even if ariadne's not sold on them yet but she'd seen the same item on this girl's person as had been found at two previous scenes, a match box from a location she knew was a blood den. again, it didn't mean the girls were even connected to the place, for all she knew it could be the killer-- if there really was one. finally, she reaches the top where the girl's apartment was, seeking to knock only to find the door slightly ajar.

there, a few steps inside, she finds a female down-- the girl, a friend of one of the victims who she'd spoken to briefly when on scene with one of the detectives, laying on the floor among a smashed glass table. she moves to take a pulse, render aid if possible, however the girl was deceased, having begun to bleed out and another set of matches on the floor. was it a coincidence? or was someone trying to draw attention? the easy answer would be to think it was a vampire killer or more likely a ripper if one went down that route yet there was too much blood left at the scenes and no bite wounds. was it a human who knew about vampires? and it always looked like an accident-- a fall or a something of the sort. ariadne wondered if this girl also had a strange puncture mark as that had been present at the other scenes too except there wasn't an easy method to check and the glass made things precarious as it was. she needed to call this in though how she was going to explain her presence or that she'd taken it upon herself to want to ask the girl questions she held no idea how to explain. she's pulling out her phone when she senses someone else at the door.

"i'm with the m.e.'s office.. i just found her like this. i'm about to call it i--" ariadne pauses in confusion when she looks over as she stands upright. "o--" no, no. it wasn't, she's not entirely sure how she knows, perhaps it's the difference in his aura if that was what that strange sense she was only starting to become aware she had was and perhaps it's a trick of the low-light, but he looks so similar to... well, she supposed everyone had a doppelganger of sorts. "oh shit--" she realizes it too late. "--that guy with the hood downstairs! i think he's the one that did this." she's not really talking to the strange man though she should be much more concerned about his presence than she is. granted, this man wasn't dressed like the other guy that'd smelled like smoke, nor did he have the same... he didn't seem the same and she was surrounded by glass pieces if she had to defend herself. "who are you?"

*(see the novel i wrote in tags)

[stxrsoldier]

verses tag drop.

[14dayswithyou]

PSA ! Because I've seen it be brought up in YouTube videos, in the comments section on Itch, and in quite a few asks on Tumblr... Here are some common misconceptions about "14 Days With You" that I'd like to clear up!

14 Days With You is not an otome game; it's an amare game!! The main character (Angel) is not a female heroine/female protagonist, and they're not written to be female-coded. Yes, you have the option to customise your pronouns and how others perceive you, but there is no "default" or fixed narrative perspective for 14DWY (outside of a gender-neutral perspective).

If it isn't already obvious, Ren's characterisation heavily leans into the "dere" aspect of a yandere. He genuinely loves Angel... Just to a terrifying degree.

None of the cast members are heterosexual, so please don't assume that all of Teo's exes/flings were women, that Leon has only had girlfriends in the past, that Olivia is only attracted to good-looking men, etc. In a similar vein, I want to remind everyone that Jae-Hyun is gay and Kiara is a lesbian.

14DWY is also a romance game!! The whole point is to get to know Ren, grow closer with him, and ultimately romance him. So please stop asking me to include BTD, TDDUP, or W1WD mechanics in the game. It's completely fine if you like those types of genres — and I'm not here to yuck anyone's yum — but it's not the vibe I'm going for with 14DWY, and it's not something I want to write about.

Ren dyes his hair! He isn't wearing a pink wig.

Similarly... Violet, Jae, Moth, and Teo all dye their hair as well. But I'm happy if folks want to headcanon that "unnatural" hair colours can exist in the 14DWY universe.

Ren does not have DID or BPD. He's merely a desperate yandere who changes aspects of himself + creates different "personas" to appease Angel (and essentially become their ideal type). He definitely has a pessimistic outlook on his real self, though he does not identify or feel genuine in any of his created personas. I'm comfortable for those who have DID/BPD/etc to headcanon Ren as such, but I heavily discourage everyone else from doing so as I don't want to give them an incorrect or bad reputation.

The 18+ scenes are optional!!!!! The game is intended to be played without them — it's even turned off by default. Nobody is forced to sleep with Ren.

14 Days With You is a passion project that I work on in my free time for fun. I'm not making a profit off of it, I'm not looking to turn it into a career, and in the most /pos way possible; it's not important enough for me to make a priority. So... Please stop guilt-tripping me for updates when I already don't have enough time or luxury to work on it ;v;

(last edited: 19/101/24) — I may add more here over time!!

[inanthesis]

@empyreanparadisaea : He simply stares at him deadpan. "We both know you can, my dear junior." This weak schtick the scribe loved playing at was getting old. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see he definitely could lift and place the vase alone. Probably with one hand too! "Feeble scholar my ass." He mumbled under his breath as he came over with the base. "If you crush my hands I'll report you to HR." Yet despite all his complaints Kaveh still got on the floor with the base, ready to help the man out. "Hurry up before I change my mind."

That was more like it, Kaveh's complaints earning a smirk out of the Scribe as he went to pick up the vase in preparation for Kaveh to slide its base underneath. It was a little tempting to scare him, and maybe Alhaitham did let out a tiny little gasp, pretending to almost lose grip of the vase, but it would be soon followed by a rare, quiet chuckle, satisfied in the mild torment of his roommate.

"I think I know well enough that if I ever damaged your hands I'd never hear the end of it because you'd make it a point to berate me every second of every day even if all of Teyvat ceased to exist tomorrow. An architect sure wouldn't be all that useful without his hands, after all. Your loud and constantly moving mouth, however... well, unfortunately there aren't any convenient ways to drop a vase on that, is there?"