#AAAAA APOLOGIES IF NOT

[themintman]

HEYYYY GANG.. SORRY I KEEP DIPPING LMAOO but I've been cooking something up for yall.. I've finally finished chapter one of my first fanfic!! 🎉🎉 Zurm will be real in two seconds 😈

It took me embarrassingly long to figure out how to link that omfg

[wanderingmaskdragons]

now... count up your sins!

[zeke-fanfucs]

I honestly love making this one. I see why a few people love Dev. He’s so cute. I want to bite him now. I would love to write about your oc and Dev @solzticesoulz !

ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Nerd Stuff

Devlin x Reader | Fluff & Workshop Vibes

The shed smelled like metal and warm dust, buzzing with the faint scent of solder and old wood. Tools clattered across the bench as Devlin wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his glove, completely unaware that the smudge of grease on his cheek only made him more adorable.

You sat on a worn stool beside him, holding a flashlight steady, watching the way his eyes lit up like he’d discovered something sacred.

“Okay,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, “if I redirect the energy core here, it’ll stop the recoil kick and maybe—maybe—it won’t melt the casing this time.”

He grinned, a little wild, a little boyish, as he twisted a wire into place and leaned back to admire the nearly finished weapon. It was sleek, ugly, and probably far too dangerous for casual use.

He called it “Old Beauty.”

You chuckled. “You named it?”

Devlin turned his head like he just remembered you were there, eyes wide with mock offense. “Of course I named it. You can’t spend three weeks building something and not give it a name. That’s, like… blasphemy.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What happened to the last one?”

Devlin scratched the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. “Uh. It exploded. Faith told me not to build in the house again.”

You laughed and leaned closer, brushing a loose curl from his face. “Well, this one looks like it’s gonna be a masterpiece. You’ve been working non-stop.”

“I just…” He paused, suddenly bashful. “I like when things work. When I can fix something with my hands. Like I couldn’t fix Albus. Or Faith’s nightmares. Or—” He stopped himself.

You rested your head against his shoulder. “But you help all of us. Just by being you.”

Devlin looked at you like he didn’t know what to do with that—like he was used to being the quiet, overlooked, reliable one no one noticed. You smiled, gentle and steady, and kissed the edge of his jaw where the grease hadn’t reached.

“I love when you nerd out,” you whispered. “You get all focused and intense, but your eyes do that sparkly thing. It’s cute.”

He turned a bit red, nudging you with his elbow. “Shut up.”

“Nope.”

He grinned and handed you a tiny welding torch. “Alright then, Spark. Hold this. We’re about to bring Old Beauty to life.”

And as you watched him dive right back in—muttering equations, explaining energy flow in a way that only made sense to him—you didn’t mind at all.

You could listen to him nerd out forever.

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[clegfly]

WVEEHONE EVERYONE ITS

ITS MARI DAY!!!! HOORAY!!!! 🎉 🎉🎉🎉

AGH ITS FINALLY HWRE!!! THE WAIT IS OVER!!!!

I have gotten. VERY ambitious over the past month or so preparing for today… I have LOTS planned!!!! Everything from cake baking, fics, art, some analysis posts too… I’ve dedicated the whole day to mari posting!!! So basically, normal day on the Clegfly blog. Business as usual.

ALSO I will be taking mari related art reqs today!!! I can’t guarantee quality but if you want me to make a little something feel free to drop by in the inbox (or even in the replies of this post) and I’ll whip something up for you!!!

Anyways… for now, have some wips!!! I’ve managed to create 5 so far (with a guaranteed 6th on the way once her birthday art drops)… I’m unsure if all of them will be complete before the end of the day (though I SWEAR I’ve been preparing. Some of these have been WIP since January) but I will try my best!!!’ So!!! Yeah here they are!!!!

Happy mari day everyone!!!! Hope you have a great day!!!! <3

[percyweasleyapologist]

My girl, my girl, my girl You will be my girl My girl, my girl, my girl You will be my world My world, my world, my world You will be my girl

[suhnshinehaos]

opened tumblr for the first time in a few days and ???

our little community is at 5k? oh my gosh… this is genuinely so insane and i can’t grasp that all of you are here. that’s so crazy- i am so touched that you would want to follow me and indulge my silly little brainrots for our fave kpop dorks…

thank you for making this such a wonderful space to write and interact with you. this blog has been a great source of comfort for me and i’m glad that i will always have a corner of the internet to go to when i need a little pick-me-up. i can only hope that my works do the same for you.

you are all so dear to me. thank you for always being so kind and understanding. thank you for reading and for being here.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Last day matching PFP’s with @ziipzeepzop-eez before I do my monthly change with PFP’s 🤧💔‼️

Getting ready for November festivities 🕺🏾🥧🍂‼️

[cephydeluxe]

TW: eye strain, blood, no visible gore but eye injury implied (also rambling in the tags)

Early work in progress painting of v,,,, the final piece won’t look anything like this (…..maybe) but I was messing with layer settings and hard mix is serving ,,,,,

tbh I’m starting 2 understand V h8ters now,,, mf needs 2 get the FUCK outta my head before I do something crazy 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 (((draw him more****

[ndostairlyrium]

"Why is Alistair in the other line dressed all black?" "Oh don't worry, he'll change his mind ten minutes after it starts" "Do we leave the backdoor open for him?" "Do we want to deprive us of a walk of shame?"

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Of course they marathoned all 42 movies before going <<

[tripably]

Et non estis vestri !! what does the title even mean!?

Aaaaaa thank you for asking !!!!

It's the last line of 1. Corinthians 6:19, which is used as an interlude in Satanized by Ghost:

An nescitis quoniam membra vestra Templum est Spiritus Sancti Qui in vobis est Quem habetis a Deo? Et non estis vestri

Or, in English (Christian Standard Bible):

Don't you know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God? You are not your own

Anddd the fic shall be the third installment of my Samasta maljasta myrkyt ja mehukatit -series, aka my Mäkilä x Rahikainen verse, the one I accidentally made a huge deal about at DCC that one time 😅 The story is, in essence, my version of what Mäkilä thinks about in his last moments before canon makes a widow of me (and in this case, also Rahikainen though he of course would deny that to his grave if anyone asked) once again, and I have a structure for it, I have it all planned and I'm happy with my vision for it, I just have to. You know. Write. It. D-:

[shadowedresolve]

Here's the thing - it's not like Eri intended to stumble upon one of Toshiro's mysterious acquaintances today.

It's just that, by nature, Eri is an intensely inquisitive person - and when she's curious about something, it's her natural inclination to go charging straight towards what she wants to know. It's obvious that something's happened to account for Toshiro's abrupt change in attitude that led to them meeting again - but as much as she wants to shake him by the shoulders and demand answers, Eri isn't the young girl she used to be anymore.

She knows that it's important to be patient - because when Toshiro is ready to talk to her about whatever he's experienced, that's when he'll talk to her. It's not fair to him to ask for anything else.

So Eri won't sneak around trying to investigate her old friend's secrets, or anything like that. ...But a little curiosity isn't a bad thing to have - which is the reason that today, she's found herself at LeBlanc, the coffee shop that she wanted to see for herself after hearing about Toshiro's positive memories of the place. It's not so much to find out more about him as it is to enjoy the atmosphere for herself, though the associations it holds are something of a bonus - but the point is, when she ends up spotting one Futaba Sakura inside the building, she doesn't actually recognize that there's anything significant about her at all.

"Wow, this really is a cozy place! And not very busy... I suppose I'll just choose a table, then...?"

@oraclememehacker ( starter! )

[llondonfog]

BOOKED THE TWST CAFE FOR MY JP TRIP AAAA

[rafent]

[ WATER ]　/　"thanks, professor!" the fae chirrups brightly with his best smile as he hands over one of his starfish in exchange for an answering anchor——after all, they said professor rafal was one of the curmudgeonly types, and even if it was kind of a shock that a fell dragon was teaching at the school, well, the divine one had proven to be pretty friendly after they got over the whole living god bit, so why not?

"actually, there was something i wanted to ask you." idly, he stoops down to pick up the other's glass of water that'd been put down for the exchange to hand it back to him. "in the world where you came from. . . what was that rosado l—? wh, huh?" an uncomfortable pull tugs on his hand when rafal goes to take the glass——it's stuck fast to his palm and fingers.

his heart sinks as a familiar painful cold starts to spread. "oh no. oh——noo, come on, not now!" the awakened magic going out of control again ; normally he'd give his hand a strong shake on instinct, but that might send everything flying ; but as he gives another harder pull, trying to pull free, already the glass is crystallizing over with hard ice, the water on the inside made solid.

wait, hold on, that meant——

rosado yelps as the glass shatters in their hands from the pressure of liquid expanded to solid, scattering crystal and verglas shards across persons and marble floor.

ethereal ball 2025

Specters came in many a shade, both bright and bursting with impression, others mute and subsisting on the very precipice of memory. Where the living buoyed before him with every element and bouncing curl screaming to be noticed, the fallen conducted themselves with diffidence to extremes. Rafal entertained such thoughts as he swapped charms with the ostensibly young Rosado - young so much as primordial serpents as Rafal or Nel might appear, anyway.

Steady crimson and a total lack of amusement peered back at the young man, undying across all encounters. Predictably Rafal did not respond to thanks, but instead made a beeline for other matters more pressing: "I would advise against that asking. Such perilous curiosity may lead you to answers you possess no liking for."

Of course, this was a road that been tread before. There had been others who listened to Rafal's words, delighted in them none, and snapped beneath the weight of their eldritch knowledge like boughs in a storm of their own making. He thought a warning naught but necessary; even still, he conceived the answer silently. Quiet had been those three, the younger Elusian princess and her retainers; and not so unlike Nel and Rafal with their Winds deadening all presence to survive. One Rosado so far as memory could recall had never been nearly so bubbly or individualistic. But perhaps the same could be said for all those hailing from a ruined world.

"Let us leave it at this: you and your—what the. . .?!" Shock, boggled and unfeigned, plastered itself across the dragon's expression. Magic? He hissed at the abrupt combustion of the glass, shards flying here and there - nicks also here and there. Thin cuts fledged upon his pale cheek and the back of his defensively raised hand to which Rafal paid no heed. After all, there remained only one curiosity left for satisfying.

"What in the worlds was that?!"

[chortlebot]

bugtober day 10: cameo :3

mean bug girls my beloved!!

[ciervobizarro]

hey, dont mean to be a bother, but are ur comms open? i wasnt sure if they were or not bc of your comment the other day about them

all the slots are taken/saved for now! not sure exactly when i'll open more. Definitely later this month tho.

[greedbent]

@howthesleeplesswander || surprise starter for human!Spring! 〔´∇｀〕

“Didn't I tell you to be more careful?”

And if Kaz had startled the poor girl by his coming up behind her with no word of warning or semblance of a greeting before delivering harsh judgment . . . Good. He slid in easily at her side, matched her pace in a heartbeat, and kept on walking with the nonchalance of this being entirely planned between the two of them. The hour was late, but the streets remained—as ever—loud and bustling with the night life of the Barrel: distant clattering of coin in the gambling houses, cacophonous whooping and hollering of tourists hoping for a lucky break after hours of emptying their pockets (too inebriated now to care about their losses), an entire collection of drunkards wandering the dimly lit paths (with a few simply tucked away in corners quite possibly whimpering into their knees over their life choices).

Simply put: Not a place where this particular woman should be. Looking like she did. Young. Fair. Pretty. Wide-eyed. Innocent. Gullible. So out of place Kaz almost wondered if she had put effort into it, as if she'd found a manual on all the ways to appear the easiest target and followed it to the letter.

She might as well just be wearing a sign.

Even if Spring had flinched and briefly stumbled over herself, Kaz continued with nothing more than a pointed look back at her: Keep up. Don't draw more attention. As his own gaze kept a vigilant watch over their surroundings, he pinpointed any set of eyes turned their way. Her way, specifically. And the less than respectful whistling from a small group of the aforementioned drunkards (the ones who were high off the intoxication rather than low and miserable) as they watched Spring pass was what brought Kaz closer to her side.

“You shouldn't come here alone,” he reiterated, choosing at that moment not to announce that he'd already . . . persuaded a few pickpockets off her tail mere minutes ago. “Especially at this hour.” Kaz pursed his lips, made a quick move to steer Spring down a quieter street. “What the hell are you doing? No one has a dying need for flowers so urgent you'd have to make a delivery in the middle of the night. Or have you just had a spiritual calling to a new profession?”

“Spiritual” was not the right description for the “profession” implied here.