#on the edge of madness

[garuye]

JOJO stone OCEAN aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[lucabyte]

"So what's the weirdest possible first (second) impression Loop could make on the party in postcanon?" "Yeah, that, probably."

+ Bonus

theyre just standing there in direct party order while this happens. normal tuesday.

[unhappy-sometimes]

if i had a nickel for every time i shipped an extremely competent and attractive agent of the government and his very serious second in command work wife who would follow him to the depths of hell and also happens to have light colored hair that covers half of her forehead…

i would have one nickel.

anyway. here’s an unrelated image.

[erinwantstowrite]

Hey folks i am DE-recomending Reedsy now :) because you have to pay for a bunch of features now :) that were previously free :)) and also they don't even work properly half the time so why would you even PAY to use them :)) if anyone has a different place to write, i'd greatly appreciate it because i have to move everything over to a new place now. Also i refuse to use anything that includes AI in any way, shape, or form

[ladydaybreaker]

Another Hot Take…

I hate the meme going around now in the fandom where Khan has his feet cemented and he’s been tossed in the bottom of a river or lake.

Apparently people still ignore the fact that he actually grows throughout the series. Bitterly regrets what he did in the pilot.

Objectively…should be the Solver/Cyn in that position. But nooooo. “The Cylly did nothing wrong!!!”

Apparently leaving one person to die (and feeling horrific about it, trying to do better after���) is a FAR WORSE crime than torture, breaking all the Geneva Convention Laws, and omnicide!

But it’s ok! She was just a little silly!

I swear I hate this fandom sometimes….

[stakethroughyou]

me core

[hoarderheart]

imagine instead of immediately making destiel explicitly canon after they reunite, they instead kept making them do things that could definitely be read as romantic/suggestive but can still be denied if you really wanted to. like if you tried hard enough if you jumped enough hoops and hurdles you can maybe say it’s just bros being bros. guys being dudes. and it starts off mild but then they gradually keep pushing the boundaries for what is suggestive and what isn’t that towards the end of it it’s like they’re having sex without having sex. and then of course to finish it off they finally do make love and it’s the craziest most desperate thing ever. now imagine that. on our screens…

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Underwater battle, underwater run Underwater ripple and some underwater fun

In Skyrim, we paddle paddle

I think it's a little disappointing that we can have waterbreathing effects in Skyrim, but we can't attack or shout. Which means we're completely vulnerable against the slaughterfish. I want to yell at fish pls

I mean we don't have underwater dungeon in Skyrim to begin with, but there are chests in the water. It's annoying when I can't swim in peace. Gonna loot fast.

Bonus:

In ESO, we die

[bedazzlecunt]

shout out to subs who don't like bondage or edging! subs who don't like petplay! subs who don't like bratting or being punished! shoutout to subs who don't like words like "daddy" or "mommy" or "sir." shoutout to subs who don't wanna be fucked! shoutout to subs who won't bottom! shoutout to subs who don't fulfill the Tumblr Stereotype of what a sub is Supposed To Like. you're a whole person, and there's nothing wrong with you just because you don't like [insert any kink here]!! i love you!!

[gloamses]

crazy how philip reeve invented the only characters ever tbh

[jumpingpuddles]

Farscape: Bone To Be Wild

[madhels-enby-boyfriend]

“Stop fingering my hole, you pervert”

🗣️FINGER HER OTHER HOLE, YOU COWARD🗣️

[johnnysstars]

My pieces for Tftober so far! Day 1: Main I main both Pyro and Medic depending on my mood. Day 2: Hat I love that Pyro cosmetic and that silly pose so I combined the two why not

[blackkatskauldron]

just archive locked all my fics, sorry y'all. I don't condone the use of my works in AI training, and I especially don't condone the use of AI in creative spaces. Highly recommend making an Ao3 account if you want to follow my work (especially bc you'll get an update email if you subscribe). The wait time averages out to about 12ish days to approve, and you can save all your fave fics in the same place. It's a win for everyone.

[autumndragon]

summary: ryker has been tasked with bringing the boy to viggo's tent—a task that proves to be much more difficult than he thought.

this one is for @thedragon-and-hisboy @evilwriter37 and @eat-your-milk because i know you all love this as much as i do<3

for context: it's a canon divergent au where hiccup and toothless accidentally crash land on the isle of hunters after a storm during season 1 of race to the edge, so it's their first time running into viggo and ryker, and vice-versa!

enjoy<3

Getting the boy into Viggo's tent is an ordeal that tests Ryker's patience—and he barely has any to begin with.

The boy thrashes like a wild creature caught in a snare as they move down the stone path, all lean sinew and fiery fury, twisting in Ryker's grip so violently it's a wonder the hunter hasn't dropped him yet. His wrists are bound tightly in front of him with a piece of coarse rope, a strip of cloth tied between his teeth to keep him from sending another hunter to the healer for stitches.

Lars flits about beside them like a nervous sparrow, hands half-lifted to help, though Ryker pointedly ignores him, wrestling the feral thing in his arms without assistance.

The tent looms ahead, at the very end of the maddening spiral of the quarry that Ryker has never cursed more than today. The heavy flaps of canvas stir slightly in the sluggish morning breeze, and inside, the air is cooler, heavy with the scent of oil lamps and paper.

Viggo stands behind his desk, hands folded neatly behind his back, gaze already fixed on the boy as Ryker shoulders his way in.

The boy bucks again, teeth flashing behind the gag, boots dragging uselessly against the fine rugs that line the floor. Ryker mutters a low curse under his breath, shifting his grip on the boy and hoisting him fully off the ground so his feet cannot find purchase, one thick arm locked under the boy's bound arms, the other cinched tight around his middle.

Still, the boy fights, now free to kick without grounding—and he does, viciously, catching a low-standing cabinet near the entrance with a sharp blow of his metal prosthetic. The cabinet rattles violently under the assault, sending a carved model ship, a few wooden cups and a heavy brass compass that once belonged to Ryker's grandfather toppling and clattering noisily to the floor.

Ryker growls another curse, wrenching the boy's writhing form away from the wreckage, manhandling him forward toward the desk with grim determination.

"By the gods," Ryker mutters through gritted teeth, shifting the boy's weight with a grunt when its threatening to slip out, "how are you still fighting?!"

Behind the desk, Viggo watches the scene unfold with a calm, inscrutable expression, a single hand still held behind his back. The polished surface of his desk rocks violently when the boy slams his boot against it in passing, enough to shove it half an inch across the rug. An ornate pencil jar rattles precariously near the edge, then topples, scattering pencils like fallen arrows across the floor.

"Oh for Thor's sake—!" Ryker tightens his grip and hauls the boy back with a grunt, earning him a fresh flurry of muffled snarls and protests from his captive.

Viggo, unbothered, lifts a hand to catch the pencil jar before it can roll off the desk, calmly putting it back on its designated spot in the corner. For a moment, he regards the boy quietly—dirt-streaked, rope-burned, breathing hard through his nose, hair tangled wildly about his face, green eyes burning with a mixture of terror and fury.

The desperate thrash of someone convinced he must fight now or perish.

[self-made-purgatories]

bones = mood