#*EYES EMOJI* !!!!!!!!!!

[leonidele]

Radioapple Sketches number 57384-

Bonus frog Luci and onewaybroadcast

[wrixie]

planting their seeds 🌱

[based--ball]

i've been shaking all night long (but my hands are steady): Kevin Gausman - a collage

also available on ao3 (archive locked)

collage made on cardstock with old magazines, newspapers, junk mail… background made with dubiously old watercolours and the world's most disastrous paint brushes and also a cheap makeup sponge on cardstock.

title from the tragically hip as usual: Three Pistols

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version with no background below

[stiltonbasket]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Here goes!

travelers through the empty gate - aka, how would the Sunshot Campaign have gone if MDZS existed in a more historical setting where cultivators served the imperial family (the Wen clan, who are also cultivators)?

Flowers in the Palace - this is one of my favorites despite being relatively short! I love WLW wangxian, especially in a historical/canon setting. If you haven't read this one before, this is the series where Wangxian are (platonic) consorts to Emperor Nie Mingjue, and married each other in secret.

Silver Jian Seeking Hearts (aka the TGCF fusion AU where Lan Wangji is a Devastation-class ghost, and Wei Wuxian is reincarnated 400 years post-canon) - what if Mo Xuanyu never summoned Wei Wuxian, and Jin Guangyao's plots resulted in Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen's deaths about a decade after WWX was supposed to have returned?

When the Hills Are All Flat, and the Rivers Run Dry - yet another royalty AU. This one features fem!Wei Wuxian as a bridal candidate for emperor Lan Wangji, who would rather leave governing to his very capable older sister (LXC) and spend his time caring for A-Yuan instead. ;-;

A Wife by Any Other Name - a post Bingge vs. Bingmei fic where Bingge finds a version of Shen Yuan in his own universe eleven years after crossing paths with SY!SQQ in SVSSS. But unlike the version of Shen Qingqiu he met in SV's universe, this Shen Yuan is over a hundred years old, not as easily impressed as a twenty-year-old freshly transmigrated SY might be, and hiding much more about himself than Bingge guesses...

[audaciious]

@townofcadence continued from here (x)

"If you insist," Mel shrugged, any guilt ebbing away like the waves at low tide. As he leaned down to gather his belongings, she flicked on the flashlight she'd been carrying, aiming it at the ground. Its beam illuminated shadows between the humming and flickering streetlights, sending night crawlers skittering into any crack large enough to shelter them. She tried not to shine the light on the stranger, but something about him seemed familiar. It was his eyes. There was something so peculiar about how they almost held the light instead of reflecting it.

"Hmm..." she narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to figure out where she'd seen him before. Suddenly, it hit her like a bolt of lightning. "Oh! I know you! Archives of the Paranatural! Right!? I've seen some of your videos! Are you here to do a little investigation? They say there are more than just ghosts in the basement of this old manor." Mel flicked the beam of light through the space between the iron gates. The dim light expanded and dispersed before even reaching halfway down the driveway, overgrown with weeds and flowering bushes that may have once been beautiful.

[kithtaehyung]

us getting minted monday on a friday tells me anything is possible so…..got any 3tan bits for us🫣

[sollyinpurplepants]

*grabs from inbox*

Hades is such a grumpy dad to his many shark children! I love the tail and the window sweater, it definitely adds to his personality!

Thank you again!

[silens-oro]

ur pope x hawk story is keeping me going rn i love them so much !!! please if u ever get the inkling would love to hear ur drabbles/thoughts on pope more !!!! 🫶🫶🫶

Thank you!!! Listen, the only Pope Thots that are going through my mind at this current second are: beefy. freckles. red flag. beefy. I could fix him. muscles. I could make him worse. get a load of this guy (I'm trying to).

[pcrnstvr]

i have baby plots on the brain >w<

[toomuchsmoshbrainrot]

i cannot stop writing mall au (names removed as usual, which is a lot harder when there's three "he"s to keep track of. but whatever)

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He ran into the comic book store, throwing himself at the counter breathlessly. He glanced up at him. “I heard something happened in here, somebody said there was a guy with a knife? Are you guys okay?

He nodded. “We’re okay, just a little shaken up,” he confirmed. “It was an empty threat, no one was hurt.”

His eyes darted around the store, searching the aisles. “Not that I don’t trust you, because I do,” he panicked. “But where is he? You said everyone’s okay, why isn’t he here?”

He reached out to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “He’s in the back,” he explained. “I sent him to go sit and decompress for a while. Did you want me to see if he can come out?”

“Please?” he asked. “I need to know he’s okay for real. I need to see him.”

He disappeared into the back, finding him at a table in the breakroom, shaking with sobs. He walked to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and crossing to his side, placing it in front of him. “Hey, just checking in,” he sadly smiled, a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll be out soon, I promise,” he cried.

He shook his head. “No, no rush,” he reassured him. “Take as long as you need, it’s not that bad right now, I can handle the store. But he just showed up, he wants to see you. Wants to know you’re okay. But if you’re not ready, I’ll let him know.”

“No, I’ll come, I don’t want to worry anybody, I…”

“He’ll understand,” he sighed. “You’ve just been through something really scary, you need to recalibrate yourself.” He nudged the water closer to him. “I brought you a water, you’re gonna dehydrate yourself with all this crying.”

“I’m sorry,” he cried.

“Don’t be,” he shook his head. “It’s a perfectly normal response to having a literal knife in your face, I’d be scared too. I was scared FOR you. Seriously, do you want me to tell him to come back later?”

He shook his head, standing shakily from his seat and grabbing the bottle of water from the table. “I can do this,” he nodded. He followed him out to the front of the store, approaching the other man at the counter.

“Hey,” he greeted him, frowning as he took in his appearance. He’d never seen him so vulnerable, so upset, so small. “You okay? I heard what happened, you must have been so scared, I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged, his gaze dropping to the floor. He was too damn proud to be seen like this. “It’s whatever, it’s fine,” he replied, his voice shaking.

“It’s NOT fine,” he scoffed, stepping back and beckoning him forward. “Come around.”

He stepped out from behind the counter, and the other man quickly closed the distance between them, enveloping him in a hug. “I am so glad you’re okay,” he muttered, his face pressed into his shoulder. “It’s scary enough that that happened here at all. That it happened to one of us?” he mused. “Terrifying. You guys are my family. Someone messes with one of us, we all feel it. I’m surprised there aren’t more of us in here checking in on you.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t follow you here,” he nodded.

“I’m not sure she knows,” he shrugged. “Someone came running into the toy store shouting about someone with a knife in one of the other stores – she went right into lockdown mode, making sure everyone in our store was safe – I snuck out, asked around for details, when I found out it was here, I came running. I’m not sure she even knows I’m gone.”

He waved him off. “Oh my god, go,” he scolded him. “If she’s in lockdown mode, she definitely knows you’re missing, she’s probably worried sick about you. You were there, and then you weren’t, she probably thinks you ran off to confront the guy or something.”

He shook his head. “I know I have a death wish, but I want it to be quick. A knife seems counterintuitive to that plan.”  He raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, fine, I’ll head back,” he sighed. “But let me know if you need anything, okay? Did you want me to tell her?”

He shook his head. “If she asks, don’t lie to her. But don’t be the first one to bring it up, either.”

[sinful-karateka]

Callback to the best and worst chapter I've ever had to write for BoSOG, now in Our Flight of Chance flavor. Can't decide if I should be ecstatic for this one since it's pretty freakin' sad, so this is a loving warning to whoever follows the story.

Read Chapter 12 here.

[mindsafe]

okay but like imagine if instead of brutally killing them off, nanako && mimiko allied with yuuji && co. because their beef with kenjaku is HELLA PERSONAL?? yeah it would involve some significant plot changes but please so much wasted potential 😭

[based--ball]

of our kind

Men's Hockey RPF | 4.6k words | Mature | Nicolas Deslauriers, Egor Zamula, Sean Couturier, Philadelphia Flyers Ensemble

The GM takes it in stride, but Danny had Claude living in his house as a rookie. Claude ripping himself out of the old faith was passed around like a cautionary tale around Quebec. If the old world is deep in your bloodline, you better hope you have someone to catch you when you rip the old world out of you. "We'll have to scratch you," says Danny. "I'll put you on IR in a couple weeks. I think we can avoid LTIR." Nic watches him do the math in his head. "101 jours depuis— "La Toussaint," says Nic.

Written by caltrain with research and translation from idlt as a part of @teamliftfest

Thank you so much to @moregraceful for bidding on me for team lift fest! Working on this project with you was amazing.

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[cuteteacakes]

{🗡️} - "Oh, no, thank you. I hardly know anything about dancing, two left feet you see-" He'd much rather watch and be enamored, after all.

[brooklynisher]

Brook PLEASE think about your finger . Please . My phone is going to explode BROOK PLEASE

I make NO promises

[inkstained-wretch]

Cara is sucking up to Tessa in her comments again

really?