#all pair challenge

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

You asked me for a favor. I did it.

[rainesjupiter]

not at all what anybody follows me for but I've had two Very Different magical girl anime on my mind lately. And unfortunately for my wips and my time, I can draw.

i am a very serious and edgy artist. i am the edge

[front-facing-pokemon]

[mortalscience]

🤍 the ultimate ships challenge: heartbreaking scenes [1/10]

Trip/T'Pol - Star Trek Enterprise Trip: And I realize that I'm not thinking about Taylor at all. I'm thinking about Elizabeth. There's so many people dead.. I tried not to see her any differently than the other seven million, so I've spent the last nine months trying to pretend she was just another victim. But she's my sister, T'Pol. My baby sister. I envy you Vulcans. T'Pol: You think that the loss of a colleague or friend doesn't affect us? It does. But if we give in to those emotions, they overwhelm us. You're the ones to be envied.

[cassiaorsellio]

"Do you promise to love me, 'till the end of our days?" "Will you allow me to?"

A comission of Leto and Cassia from @aevari, both for Valentine's Day and successfully cracking Cassia's true romance route this time around. Thank you so much, Aev — I'm so pleased with how this turned out and especially thank you for indulging me with the stained glass addition to represent some of the emotion colours that crop up in Cassia's romance path!

[tricoufamily]

i don't wanna keep beating a dead horse here but genuinely i can't even get through a single review of the new pack i've been trying to watch for like 10 hours now on and off it's just so devoid of anything remotely interesting to me but i felt this way about business and hobbies too like is this a me thing is this me growing out of the sims

[sewellsheart]

Wayhaven BFFs (3/4)

Sophie & Adam: “Unstoppable Force, Immovable Object”

Sophie’s Solo Collage

Reina & Farah, Mallory & Nate, Iris & Morgan

[gyamnyam]

My favorite gals:3!! Making like actual merch with them, can't wait to get my hands on it

[skyloftian-nutcase]

The Great Boopathon

Twilight

It had honestly been an accident, a truly sincere miscalculation. Sky tried to remember that Wolfie was Twilight. But sometimes, when the fluffy animal trotted into town, panting from exertion or cheer, Sky just immediately knelt in front of him with a sweet greeting and a gentle boop on the nose.

He didn't think it was possible for an animal to look so offended, but somehow Twilight managed it.

Sky

This was war.

Twilight huffed as he watched Sky sleep. The teenager was out cold, as per usual, curled into himself and covered in blankets. It was a little more unusual than his usual sleep position, in which literally anything was possible because he could fall asleep literally anywhere, but the boy's head cold had him shivering.

That didn't stop Twilight, though. He still remembered the boop. The completely humiliating and degrading gesture, the cute noise Sky made with it as he bapped Twilight's wolf nose gently with a smile on his face and a flush to his cheeks.

Sky moaned miserably, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Twilight swallowed, grabbing his resolve. He walked forward stealthily before laying on the ground, his canine nose stretching forward until it met Sky's own congested one. Then his tail swished back and forth, dusting leaves off the earth.

Sky scrunched his nose in response, tickled by the wetness of it, before he opened his eyes to see a snout. He yelped, trapped in his blankets, and Twilight pounced on him, bapping him with a paw and pinning him in place as he laughed and tried to fight.

Abel

"There's no way you can do it!"

Link glared defiantly in response. He would do this, and there was no stopping him. He would always rise to a challenge. He couldn't afford to fail, he couldn't afford to lose the faith of those who believed in him.

He was stealthier than he'd ever been in his entire life. He could pass for a Sheikah, he was certain. His heart pounded in his chest, anxiety trying but failing to whittle away at his resolve. His naysayer watched with bated breath.

The greatest challenge, of course, were the floorboards. There were some that creaked. It would be absolutely catastrophic if his foe heard his approach. Carefully, Link tried to remember which boards creaked the most, settling his bare feet with such care to distribute his weight properly.

When he finally reached the bed, he nearly failed in his mission. His enemy stirred, almost awakening, but he managed to avoid disaster. Finally, his objective in sight, the Hero of Hyrule leapt, landing on his prey with a mighty hyah.

Abel nearly jumped out of his skin as he was startled awake before getting slammed in the face with a pillow.

"I told you I could do it!" Link yelled at the stairway where his sister, Lyra, was hiding.

Daruk

The leader of the Gorons had many precious memories to make him smile when he was more contemplative in the evenings. Perhaps his favorite, though, was when the Champions met his child, who had been so delighted to meet them that he'd rolled over Revali's toes and crashed into Link's knees, knocking the Hylian over. It had been a fun day in general, but the little boop his boy had given him when he picked him up had been the most delightful part.

It was usually what Daruk would do for the child before bedtime; to have such a simple gesture reciprocated brought him more joy than he could ever articulate.

Shadow Link

He had nearly succeeded in getting away from the damn gloom hands, but his stamina had run out. When they'd caught up to him, he could practically sense the displeasure radiating off them, and his insides froze at the sight of them.

Then one of the hands leaned over and booped him on the nose, making him yelp, before the others grabbed him and teleported him through the gloom back to Ganondorf's location.

"Was that really necessary?" Link grumbled, holding his nose as if it had been burned.

"Yes," the demon king replied without hesitation as he snatched him by his tunic and plopped him beside him. "Now rest."

Mystery Link

Link wasn't sure how it happened, but being completely smothered by his dog was not how he wanted to start his mornings. Nevertheless, it was how Friend decided to be his new morning alarm, slapping his face with a paw as a warning before laying her whole head over him and asphyxiating him.

By the fifth morning, he started wrestling her in response, and she always got so excited about it that she would spend the next few minutes zooming all over the forest, tail tucked and legs flailing in all directions.

Wind

Twilight was acting weird.

Wind was a little worried. After all, he'd only just recovered from his injury recently. Although the sailor had the utmost faith in the elder Hero's abilities, he couldn't help but watch him and see what was up. This was a matter of great importance, and only Wind could truly understand as the others seemed completely oblivious.

He made several observations while the others were pointlessly distracted. Twilight's eyes were wary, looking everywhere as if he were expecting an attack. Wind knew for certain that the rancher hadn't been patrolling because Time and Wild wouldn't allow for it quite yet. But no one else was on edge. It was possible Twilight just felt inadequate or useless, as he was typically the one who tried to shoulder a great deal of responsibility.

Wind moved closer to his dear friend, curious. He was going to ask him outright if he kept this behavior up, but--

Twilight gasped, grabbing Wind around the ribs and holding him like a shield in front of his body, and Wind yelped as Sky poked his nose.

"Hey!" Sky snapped. "No cheating!"

"There are no rules in this war!" Twilight huffed back. Then he gave Wind a squeeze against his torso as a compensatory hug. "Sorry about that, little pirate."

"Ha! Sorry? Let me go, I'll avenge you!" Wind happily offered, already wiggling out of his grip as Sky fled.

Time

"This is getting out of hand," Time said severely, hands on his hips. "And is unbefitting of a Hero."

Twilight looked extremely schooled. If he were in his wolf form, he probably would have his tail between his legs, ears peeled back. Time did not feel guilty in the slightest about it. The camp was in utter disarray, supplies strewn everywhere as Twi's wolf form had utterly destroyed the place and barreled over most of the heroes while he'd tried to escape Sky's little winged mechanical booping machine and Wind's exuberant screams.

Unlike Twilight, Sky looked nearly indifferent, but somehow he managed to convert his expression to apologetic when Time glared at him. Wind, however, was unrepentant.

And giggling.

Time was going to lecture him further when the reason for Wind's laughter dropped out of the nearest tree, landing on Time's shoulders and booping him on the nose.

Sky and Wind cheered as Wild scrambled off Time and fled into the forest, giggling all the way.

[tj-crochets]

On the one hand I want to go sew something but have no idea what, and on the other hand I want to sit still and play more Coral Island and rest and recover It's great having my grandma visit, I love her dearly, but oh my gosh she whines about wearing a mask more than the ten year old I used to babysit did when he came to visit (for the record he did not whine at all he was really good about it even though he 100% does not wear a mask at home) and she insists she knows where things are in stores (she does not) and she keeps insisting we try to play pinochle except A. she does not remember the rules and B. she insists all the guides we are finding online are incorrect. This is because she does not play Actual Pinochle, she plays House Rules Pinochle-Adjacent Card Game, a game she made up herself and insists is the real pinochle. I have only ever played actual pinochle a few times like a decade ago. My brother has never played any pinochle. We have yet to play an actual game she just keeps launching into attempts to explain it that make no sense

[sparrowseagles]

going absolutely bonkers crazy insane over this fkn movie

[akkpipitphattana]

people really have no sense of joy and whimsy huh

[kacievvbbbb]

Idk why I find the fact Mihawk writes Y/N Reader inserts so funny but so true and I have reader inserts blocked on here like I hate them but oh my god so in character for him.

And he does not give a shit. Absolutely go king and getting fantasy dicked down by all the hot guys in one piece world I support! Also him being a sengoku shipper iconic. I was say maybe he thinks about Kuzan but I think he’s out off by his general laziness and apathy and not in a fun apathetic way like Barsolino in a depression way. ( he’s looking in a mirror and does not like it.) but if he learns Dragon used to be a marine and friends with Akainu he’s making the most toxic relationship of them friends to enemies to nemesis type shit.

He’ll write a new book and it will be a sensation and no matter the fact he changed the names everyone with a brain cell will be able to figure out who it’s about.

Sorry this took so long to reply! but

YES YES YES!!! I don't really like self insert stuff either but it's so in-character for him I'm so obsessed.

And yeah it really is just the adventures of reader as they travel across the grand line getting dicked down is definitely one of his most beloved and acclaimed series. Shanks goes hot and cold on that series a lot because while the idea of watching mihawk getting dicked down by another man is very hot Shanks is also a jealous man and he is very jealous of these "fictional" men. He tries to find out if mihawk has ever fucked any of them in real life and maybe 👀.

Also yeah I just threw in the marine thing because I thought it was funny but I'm glad it stuck out! 😂. I don't think he self ships with any of the marines (maybe in his GILF era sengoku or fujitoro) I think because none of the really strong marines appeal to him but he would fuck smoker if he was stronger. and just because I remembered dude and I think it would be so funny imagine if his only self x marine ship is with Ryokugyu (the tree admiral) I think he'd hate him in life but he's not blind. I think this realllllly pisses shanks off because he does not like him and honestly its a bit of a snake eating his own tail because a lot of the reason he doesn't like him is because of Mihawk's fanfiction of him.

I think Mihawk's natural reaction (mostly because it's mine) is to ship Sengoku with Garp but he hates Garp and even the thought of picturing him in that way is enough to make him want to pour his ears to bleach his brain. I think it be funny if during one of his lackadaisical checking out marine headquarters rooms (because realistically who is going to stop him) he stumbles upon and old picture of Garp Sengoku and Tsuru when they were young and he is very intrigued by thetwo hot young men then he notices that one of them is Garp and he almost throws up, the thought wont leave him alone tho.

Also yes i don't think Mihawk actually knows dragon but he has definitely heard of him and being Garps son is enough cause for pettitness in his eyes. Dragon's identity is a little harder to parse out I the books but Akainu's is so fucking obvious. And it is a loved and well-cherished series. Anytime that Mihawk attends a warlord meeting or just genuinely has an unpleasant interaction with akainu (which is every interaction) he puts pen to paper. It'd be funny if this was the most "tame" series though more focused on the fictional romace which confuses dragon and pisses akainu off even more because what? do they think he can't take it? and mihawk is very pleased with himself. he drops a new edition right before he goes to any warlord meeting so he can watch akainu seethe in real time as the new talk of the town takes root (this series specifically is very popular in marine towns)

as for the real life identities. I think he definitely makes it a bit hard not to protect anyone. Still, because he thinks it's fun to make people guess and adds to the mystery so there is definitely a fan club (which Shanks leads) dedicated to putting the clues together on just who all the different men are (shanks needs this for....research purposes 👀) some of them are obvious if you're in the know like the Benn ones or Crocodile while others are just plain obvious because the Red Haired Emperor is definitely shanks like if you know shanks you know its him there is only two people with hair that red. It's not kidd( it does give both kidd and shanks a bit of a reputation of some islands because his book counterpart is infinitely more dashing and "masculine" that shanks' bum and kid's manica energies) and I think he makes the Akianu ones very obvious to anybody that literally even if you've just ever heard of him you know its him just to fuck with him.

[musicalmoritz]

Finishing the first episode of Interview with the Vampire only to get on TikTok and see ppl calling MITSUHANA of all ships abusive and unshippable and putting it in the same category as incest ships was truly a surreal experience. Anyways friendly reminder that I am fully on board with these two and I love them dearly. MitsuHana world domination, I just know they would bully each other so hard

[seleneprince]

Kind reminder to everyone (looking at you acotar fandom) that if you don't like a post and what it's talking about, you don't have to read it or interact with it in anyway.

Coming to complain and cry at the comments because you don't agree with the headcanons is like going to cry at a vegan eating peacefully at their table because you love meat.

Fandom is about having fun and playing with characters like they're dolls, twisting the fictional universe to your liking and make up your own wild interpretations. Let people have fun, for fuck's sake.

[the-second-moon]

drafting more "younger dorian wrangles with the experience of kirkwall" stuff, now in things-are-getting-real act 2 edition

Hawke says, “Before we do that, I’ve just got to pop down and speak to the Arishok.”

Dorian scoffs. “Right. And I’m meeting the Grand Cleric for tea.”

Hawke just looks at him, oddly devoid of the usual retort.

“…What?” Dorian asks. “Were you not joking?”

“I was not,” Hawke says. “Sorry. Hard to tell with me sometimes. I’m told it’s because I say everything in this particular tone of voice.”

Dorian splutters with disbelief. “You’re meeting with the Arishok? You! Casually!”

“Now, is it really so odd he’d want to spend time with me? I’m extremely fun to be around.”

“I was not given to understand that qunari prioritize the concept of fun.”

“That one was an actual joke,” Hawke says. “No, I got wrapped up in some silly matter involving the qunari and that made the Arishok aware of me. Now he’s begun to ask for me at times. It seems that me keeping him apprised of local happenings makes him slightly less likely to lose his temper and go on a rampage through Docktown—or that is the hope, at least.”

Dorian can hardly process this information; he is still trying to fathom the mere concept. “You deliver information to the qunari,” he repeats. “Hawke, do you not understand who you’re dealing with? Do you realize what they would do to you if they could?”

Hawke furrows his brow. “Make me join the Qun? I doubt that would work out well for anyone… and it's not in my plans. I’m just trying to keep a handle on the situation.”

“You are a mage! Those superstitious barbarians would chain you and sew your mouth shut if they found that out. And you treat with them as if they are rational!”

Hawke laughs easily, though there’s something cold in its rebuff. “Dorian. Try to remember that I didn’t grow up in Tevinter.”

“Yes, that is quite evident. If you had, you’d have seen what bloody invasions the qunari have waged up north. You’d know exactly the kind of violence those brutes would—”

“I meant,” Hawke cuts in, “when it comes to ‘treating with’ people who see me as a dangerous threat, I for one have never had the luxury of doing otherwise.”

This briefly derails Dorian’s tirade. He snaps his mouth shut.

Hawke continues, “As for ‘rational’—well! You’ve met the people around here. How much of an option do you expect that is?”

“It’s different,” Dorian says. “That is quite different.”

“Is it, though?” Hawke asks. “It’s all a matter of survival. Besides, there’s a risk to the whole city if things break down between the Arishok and the Viscount. If I can be a minor obstacle on the way to that seemingly inevitable disaster, then of course I will do it as long as possible. Isn’t that reality more important than any abstract principle?”

“Maker’s sake, Hawke, it is not abstract! The risk to yourself is all too real. The more visible you are, the more of a target you become—you taught me that yourself! And now you would wade into this position of incalculable danger for—for what? A city that would cage you and a people that would destroy you. What would possibly make any part of that your responsibility?”

Hawke shrugs. “Nothing, really. But I don’t see anyone else doing it.”

“Hawke,” Dorian says, now sounding slightly desperate. “You are beginning to worry me.”

Hawke laughs aloud. “Beginning to? Just now? You must not be very observant.”

“I am being serious,” Dorian says. “The number of burdens you have heaped on your plate these last weeks is beginning to border on absurdity. You cannot have them all. There are some things that one single man simply cannot fix.”

The facade briefly drops from Hawke and he gives Dorian one straight look. There is a naked pain in his face, an agonizing level of exhaustion, that nearly makes Dorian take a step back.

“I am well aware of that,” Hawke says.

Dorian struggles with his tongue for a moment. “That was—I only meant—”

“I know what you meant,” Hawke says. “But what choice do I have? I can fight the impossible odds or give up to languish in despair like everyone else. That’s not a choice. I’ve come much too far to give in to despair now. I won’t. There must be some way through all of this, or what in the Maker’s name was any of it for?”

“I understand that,” Dorian says. “Truly, I do. But does that justify taking such risks? Surely there must be some middle ground.”

Hawke laughs again, his voice once more sounding light and easy, though Dorian is still too harrowed by the fleeting glimpse beyond Hawke’s mask to accept any of this as sincere. “Of course there’s no middle ground! You should know that already. That’s a luxury no one has in a place as fucked as this.”

(this is a sure-to-be-edited WIP snippet from a future chapter of bit of a shithole, a "young dorian winds up in kirkwall during da2" fic)