#DRAMAAAAAA

[therabbitreaper]

If dream is gonna keep acting like its 2021 does that mean we can put him back in prison?

[drinkingcoffee-inthedark]

“You love him, don’t you?” Azriel’s smooth, deep voice startled you from your thought.

You craned your neck and squinted into the darkness, making out the sapphire siphons adorning his muscular frame. Sucking in a deep breath of the chilled Velaris air, your mouth quirked up in a wistful smile.

“Who?” You asked as casually as you could manage, before training your eyes at the starry horizon just over the balcony of the River House.

The Shadowsinger scoffed softly, growing agitated at the game you played with him. He took a couple steps forward, standing against the rail of the balcony next to you.

“Lucien.” The first time he’s said the Emissary’s name without an undertone of malice.

You swallowed hard, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Yeah,” you admitted quietly, your voice strained and tinny in your own ears. You dipped your head and took in the scene in the garden below. “I love him.”

The massive wedding celebration was underway; Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra becoming husband and wife. Your heart felt uncomfortably heavy nestled above your hollow ribs.

Azriel reached out and took your hand in his, and only then we’re you able to tear your sights away from the scene below. Your eyes welled up as you searched Azriel’s hazel eyes as if they contained the remedy to your heart ache. His gaze was the softest you’d ever seen it. It broke you.

Your face crumpled finally, as you knew it would eventually. Fat, salty tears ran down your cheeks as you whimpered painfully- a sound Azriel would never be able to forget.

“I-it hurts, Az. So b-bad…” you hiccuped out, as the Illyrian warrior pulled you into his arms. He held you tightly as you sobbed into his chest. His fingers danced gently across your back, as he whispered soothing words into your ear.

Your sobs subsided slowly, just as the night sky crackled alive with fireworks. The colors exploded in the air, and you slowly lifted your face from Azriel’s chest. His fingers found your chin and he steadied your face, studying every detail. Your red rimmed eyes, wet checks, and quivering lip nearly broke his heart. Your eyes searched his once again, like he had the needle and thread to sew up everything that was broken in you.

The Shadowsinger dipped his head, resting his forehead against yours. Your breath hitched at the contact, and you let your eyes flutter shut. You were consumed by the scent of cedar and night air. You could hear his ragged breathing- could practically feel his heart pounding. It was almost as if you could hear the gears turning in his head- he was unsure of himself for once. Fighting between his head and his heart.

So you made the decision for him.

You tilted your head upwards, pressing your lips against his, cupping his cheek with your fingers. You felt the male melt into your touch, sighing in relief at the contact he’d waited so long for. He pulled you closer, reveling in your sweet kiss.

The two of your remained that way, wrapped up in each other, oblivious to an onlooker from the event below.

Lucien, from the rose garden where he was dancing with his Bride, spotted you and Azriel in your embrace. In that moment, the Emissary felt something in his chest splinter.

[perry-fics]

So we're starting another exciting episode of the steal telenovela. The love fest is over...now they're angry again.

How long until the next love fest starts? Place your bets!

[adozentothedawn]

I am back on my shit.

Started Arcane episode 4 and ready went insane

[hesmushedfaceswithbabara]

"You count them?" she whispers, unsure what to take from this. She was not expecting that answer from the Emperor, The Kingdom stealer, The God of Men, him.

"Of course I do, I am not the monster you paint me to be," he says plainly, as if he had much better things to be doing. The way he sat on his throne made her almost forget about the raging battle outside of the castle walls.

"I--"

"Answer the question, how many have died under your command, under your order to kill me," he demands. voice even and unnerving.

"I don't know," she says slowly, "Does it matter? You are the villain here, you've killed innocent people!" she glares holding up her sword

"Am I now?" he says amusedly. Why was he smiling? Why did he seem so calm? This was the final battle, the moment in which good and evil collide to have a final victor.

"Or is that what you wish to believe dear hero," he says a faint smirk on his face, "We've both killed souls, slaughtered armies, murdered the innocent, what makes me so different from you?"

She pauses. Unsure how to answer. What was he asking? What was he implying?

"I kill only those I need to kill, it is not my fault that you and your idiotic 'heroes' got in my way, threw yourselves in front of my blade," he says calmly, leaning back against his throne, tracing the letters of the names engraved on it, "I have only killed 769 souls in my conquest, none of them died in vain, for here I am, ruling the kingdoms I earned," he pauses looking at her, "So tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?"

"You killed my family!" she shouts, losing her composure, "You took everything from me! YOU ARE A MONSTER!!!!"

"Am I though dear? Am I the monster? Or have you just been looking in a mirror?"

"How-- how dare you!" she takes a threatening step forward,

"How dare I? How dare you? You just killed five of my men in cold blood!" he snaps. His eyes flaring with anger, "How dare you kill innocent souls for no reason. How dare you come into my castle, into my home and try to tell me that I am the villain, that I took everything from you. I am sorry your family is gone, I am sorry they died in my conquest, but it is not my fault you can't move on, it is not my fault you killed those guards, it is not my fault you spent most of your life on the path of vengeance. Look in the mirror girl, you are the monster,"

“How many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours?” “769.” “…What?” “769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world. Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?”

[cassberry]

"Big B treated me right."

"Oh my god. I built you a panda reserve!"

Transcript:

Jimmy: What was your question?

Scar: It was 'Who was Grian's secret soulmate in Double Life?' and it was Big B because, you know, Grian was uh he was leaving at night.

Jimmy: Ohhh.

Scar: Telling me he was going to go get uh-

Jimmy: (overlapping) Leaving at night? What a cheater.

Scar: Going to get some gas or some gum at the gas station.

Grian: Big B treated me right.

Scar: Oh my god. I built you a panda reserve! So you could pet pandas!

(Grian and Mumbo laugh)

Mumbo: Are you guys, are you guys having cross cross season beef now as well? You're still bringing up-

Grian: It's bringing up all the bad memories.

Mumbo: (still laughing) Yeah!

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i’ve said it before and i’ll keep fucking saying it: the eddie gets shot scene will always be my fave buddie moment

[blackjackkent]

Fault Lines - Chapter 3 - "Asperities"

Pairing: Jaheira & Nine-Fingers Keene Characters: Jaheira, Nine-Fingers Keene, Rion, Jord, Original Minor Characters Rating: G Warnings: None Descriptors: Cross-Generational Friendship, Slow Build, Tragedy, Backstory, Time Skips Fic Word Count (Thus Far): 11.7k Chapter Word Count: 3.5k Chapter Setting: Baldur’s Gate, about 17 years before BG3. Summary: Nine-Fingers Keene has known Jaheira a long time. This is how it fell apart. (Chap 3/?) Chapter Summary: Eighteen-year-old Astele is beginning to carve out a path for herself towards the future she envisions for her city - but it entails leaving some things behind.

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"Fuck." Astele rubs distractedly at the trickle of blood coming from her nose. She'd thought it stopped at some point on the way up from the Undercity, but no such luck. It’s still flowing in a warm stream, mixing with other blood on her lips and in her mouth and along the wide cut on her jaw. "Gods damn it."

A few people give her curious glances as she emerges onto the Lower City street in the fading evening light. Not too many, though - an eighteen-year-old in a patched coat who's clearly been in a fight isn't really an uncommon sight in this part of town. Besides, the look on her face is probably enough to scare off a worg, let alone the local loiterers hanging around outside the pubs.

Rilsa grins, clambering up the ladder behind Astele. “Hell of a show ya put on,” she says. The dark-eyed Calishite girl looks much more cheerful than Astele feels, probably because all of her blood is still inside her body where it belongs. “Usually when a new kid pokes their nose ‘round the Undercity, they keep their head down. But not Stella Keene, no saer. She up and tussles and damn near gets her nose broke.”

“I wasn’t the one that picked the fight,” Astele mutters.

Rilsa laughs. “Naw, just finished it, proper-like. Marver’ll be walkin’ funny for a week.” She cocks her head. “Come up Norchapel way with me? Got a spare bunk, and I bet the boss'd like to meet ya.”

Astele hesitates, then shakes her head. “Nah. Gonna go home, I think,” she says, deliberately casual. “To the Home, I mean,” she corrects herself hastily, when Rilsa shoots her a skeptical look. “Elerrathin's.”

Rilsa smirks. “Still runnin’ back t’ Mum?” she says.

“Piss off,” Astele snaps irritably. “The food's good.” Unlike most of the street kids Astele knows, Rilsa doesn’t really have any malice behind her teasing, but it rankles all the same.

“And mine en't?” Rilsa raises her eyebrows with a haughty sniff. “Piss off yourself.”

Astele shrugs. “I’ll find you later. Your boss wants to talk, you can find me harborside tomorrow morning. Ship coming in, so Kop should have some work for me. Meanwhile, keep your head down.”

“Always do.” Rilsa snorts. “Tell ‘Mum’ I say hi.”

Astele doesn’t dignify this with an answer, just stalks down the nearest alleyway into the shadows.

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[karamatsus666thwife]

“Let’s get one thing straight, I’m NOT your girl.” She hissed, clenching her fists tight enough for her knuckles to turn white.

Karina can’t believe she almost let him get to her head. What was the matter with her? She couldn’t have gone soft already, can she?

Karamatsu chuckled and stared at her with those damned bright eyes of his. It’s like he’s able to see the inner mechanisms of her mind.

And it seems he can. He’s found a small weakness he can work with. Once he finds the right strings to tug, she’ll be his little marionette.

“Nonsense, my dear. I’m only telling you like it is. Don’t tell me you’ve never been called beautiful before, you poor thing. You deserve better people in your life, don’t you think?”

Karina narrowed her dark eyes at him and slams her hands down on the table in front of them.

“The fuck are you tryna say?! You think I’m weak or somethin’? You think I need your pity and validation from people that don’t matter to me?” She leaned over the table to intimidate Karamatsu, who hasn’t so much as flinched from the outburst.

“Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll make sure you won’t be seeing anything beautiful about me any time soon”

Bingo. He definitely found a weak spot, and her defensive personality coming out from what he said was enough proof. Did he mean it? Well… yes. He’s got her right where he wants her, but his subconscious tells him that trying to butter her up for his own benefit wouldn’t be something he’d be proud to put her through.

“My god you’re perfect”, he continues.

Karina’s aggression falters as her wide eyes focus on him in front of her. Her cheeks flushed and her heart beginning to race.

“W-what? Are you fucking serious right now? Are you trying to piss me off even mo—“

“How about you get us some more coffee and you can tell me more about how I make you—“

“How about you go fuck yourself instead, broke ass!” Karina briskly walks away, wanting to calm her heart from beating so fast and her cheeks from burning so much. She hates this. She hates him.

She hates whatever curse he just put on her.

Next ->

The more time they spent together,

the more Karamatsu started to genuinely like Karina.

Not that it really meant much, considering they’ve only known each other for a little over a week or so and still wants to use her to break his involuntary celibacy. The only difference is that he now has a specific target.

He figures that it has to be love at first sight. Right? He saw her, used the opportunity to flirt and it kind of worked since it made her come back to him. That’s totally how that works. Yup, this is what love is.

He’s starting to look forward to being met with a ‘Shut up’ whenever he complimented her. Or hearing her scoff and groan when she has to pay for his doppio shot latte that’s too milky for his liking again and again.

He likes ‘em bitter, after all.

Karina still had her walls up around this guy she’s barely met not too long ago. But she’s curious as to why he’s sticking around for so long. Usually people either get sick of her attitude and leave her alone within the same day of meeting, or they make their intentions known and she tells them to piss off.

But Karamatsu was holding normal and, albeit, unimpressively flirty, conversations with her. Something no one really did with her before. So she immediately assumes there must be an ulterior motive behind it.

What exactly did he want from her? Was he trying to be sneaky about it and go in for the kill when she’s at her most vulnerable? Not on her watch.

So why did she let him continue talking? Why is she paying for his coffee? Why is she just sitting here letting him look at her like that?

She was about to say something along the lines of, “if you’re trying to get it in, don’t bother”, but she almost felt like she’d be okay with doing the horizontal tango and getting it over with. But she also wanted the fake normalcy to continue. It made her feel like she may be deserving of the good things in life after all.

‘Yes, call me beautiful again. I liked that’, she thought.

Wait, what?!

“Fuck you”

“That’s my girl”

[dashedwithromance]

this doctor who ep is so fun and so gay. also what the hell is my favourite argentine tango nuevo doing here in 1813. the slayage. the cunt. congrats kings

[crying-adamantium]

I appreciate the big jiji rival set up. He a clown tho.

[sunflower-azura]

Azura tilted her head up, a fierce glare in her normally kind expression. Her normally soft eyes were filled with disdain and hurt. "Are you here to taunt me?" She spat.

The Sunflower Goddess got to her feet, not wanting to seem beneath Calvalia. Her wings flared in agitation, and for once, she didn't hold back. "Is this amusing to you? Do you ever do anything other than ruin things?" -🌻

The rumours had reached Azura's ears. She'd heard the whispers of the nymphs, but until she heard her beloved Sunflowers repeat the rumours to her, she hadn't believed them.

Her world shattered as the words from her Sunflowers finally processed. Apollo... And Calvalia? Together? In her frustration, her anger, her sadness, she'd flewn over to a field of Lily of the Valleys, tearing the flowers apart. One for each tear she had shed.

That was how Calvalia found her. Surrounded by the remains of the mania Goddess's beloved flowers, tears streaming down her face. -🌻

@sunflower-azura

[gotyouanyway]

mind of evil is so good i’m enjoying this so much

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Hey hey genuine question do you guys think I should have a Temporary Breakup arc in my ship with Mojo 🤔🤔🤔 I discussed it with my gf a while back and I have been thinking about it but idk if I wanna make it canon or not that it like. Actually Happens to them 👀

[idyllicbby]

them arguing at the crossover table i love it

[cloudstongue]

STAY CALM??? STAY CALM?!?!?!?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THIS COULD MEAN.