#quiet answers

[phantasmatoucan]

OOPS! ALL SMITTENS!

[parisoonic]

'We go together!' 🤝

[baba-is-blog]

MOD IS THEATRE KID ?

(If not thats totally okay, I was just wondering)

MOD CYAN IS ARTKID

[elvenbeard]

Blaze of glory or quiet life? Why not a little bit of both?

#otp: to bad decisions | 2025 Commissions | Ko-Fi

[foundfamilywhump]

an aromantic will describe enjoying writing about platonic relationships that are intimate and intense and involve care and reliance and leaning on one another for survival and help and in profoundly vulnerable and personal contexts and someone will inevitably come along and be like ‘that’s romance though’

[inky-bun]

So Monument Valley III came out recently and it brought back my hyperfixation for the game series. So naturally I had to combine it with my current hyperfixation

I know these games have pretty much nothing in common, but they both have a princess and crow-like entities and that’s good enough for me

[demaparbat-hp]

I always think about Zuko having days when his head is just so unkind to him that he can’t get up. And all you can do is love him and be with him until it passes.

Zuko curled in bed and Katara holding him, kissing his shoulder. Or Katara sitting next to him and bending down to kiss him.

Thank you for these, they’ve been such a little flame of love and hope right now

Please don't go.

[wtftaylr]

I MAKE MY TRIMPHANT RETURN with a bunch of outfits. I'm very happy they're finally done!! Click for higher quality!

A few notes under the cut bc i did not work on this since October to not yap about my thought process /silly (i say with peace and love)

Bounty Hunter's Duster: Her first love. She liked being able to shoot that guy right in front of Gomorrah on behalf of Francine Garret. She was loathe to part with the cool hat, but anything for Francine fr.

Daniel Sadie's Outfit: Sadie is the founder of the He-Man Daniel Hater's Club (most of the companions are part of it despite not knowing who Daniel is. It's difficult to get anything more than a sneer and, "a fucking asshole," from Sadie when asked, but for some reason we trust Sadie's opinion). Anyway, despite Daniel being Daniel, we like his outfit. I like to think she stole it off his back in the night before leaving Zion.

Dr. Mobius' Scrubs (+ Glasses): Something she wears a lot post-game while researching the Tunnelers. I just love this outfit. Also the glasses are, through some miracle, her exact prescription. She's never seen clearer.

Vera's Outfit Redux: I redesigned Vera's Outfit bc Sadie would not be caught dead with a giant flower on her hip, respectfully. I referenced a few of Marilyn Monroe's dresses! The jewelry is designed after the Tops logos, gifted by Benny. Sadie doesn't wear much jewelry but, unfortunately, she likes Benny enough to make an exception.

Courier's Duster + Wasteland Designs: Sadie sews and assembles clothing! Expanded on here, but tldr: she's 5'0" so she has to adjust a lot of things to fit her. The only outfit that's ever fit her without her needing to adjust it was the Courier's Duster that Ulysses made for her. She was both surprised and just a little creeped out. Anyway, she'll take parts and pieces from some outfits and combine them together, as seen in the last two designs.

She also made the other two New Vegas outfits from scratch, using fabric and clothing she found throughout New Vegas. A lot of clothing from the Ultra Luxe conspicuously went missing, but don't worry about it. If you tell on her she'll tell you on Benny (not the biggest threat in the world but if you piss off Benny, you piss off Sadie by extension so... not worth it.)

[silna-pdf]

dedicated sketch page for Sniper Wolf

I’m sure when she speaks of Saladin to Snake in her last moments, she is likely referring to Big Boss himself. Not necessarily Venom, maybe, he wasn’t an existing character at that point Lol. but in my silly fantasy world I like to imagine it was Venom who rescued her, and had her trained to be a sniper in memory of Quiet…. Becos…. Becauz it’s along the same time period… yeah definitely

Close ups v v v

[mayxo-hxh]

Love how in the hunter exam, Illumi sits at the front while Hisoka sits at the back. It says so much about their personalities.

The obvious that Illumi is akin to an A+ student. He has his hands on his lap, hes at the very front of the room, and it hints to his personality as a very blunt and forward person.

Meanwhile, Hisoka sits at the back with his hands crossed. He's quiet, he keeps to himself when he doesn't want to be the center of attention. Also very much hints to his shyness thats revealed later!

[heartbeats-exe]

Jiang Cheng didn’t keep Chenqing out of sentiment. He tells himself that, anyway.

He keeps it hidden. Tucked away. Never used. He doesn’t even look at it unless he has to. But he doesn’t get rid of it either. And that’s what makes him sick.

Because it would be easy to destroy. Burn it. Bury it. Pretend it never existed. Like everyone else did. Like Wei Wuxian did to her.

But Jiang Cheng can’t. And he doesn’t know what’s worse — the fact that he still has it, or the fact that he still remembers how it sounds.

Sometimes, when he’s tired or drunk or too close to breaking, he hears it in his head — the low wail of Chenqing — and he feels like a fool. Like a dog still sitting at the door of a house that doesn’t exist anymore.

He would rather be called cruel. He would rather be hated. But not this. Not this pathetic, rotten tenderness.

So he hides it. Like a wound. Like a weakness. Like a secret that would ruin him if anyone ever knew.

[tapakah0]

[lau219]

The boys from loudest to quietest in bed? And what do they prefer from their partner?

Hey there,

So, these are answered in the typical order in which they usually are (rather than as a ranking), but hopefully it’s still what you were looking for. Answers below the cut.

Cillian: May be revealed in an upcoming chapter of a certain story, so I’d prefer not to spoil it beforehand. I mean…what? 👀

Emmett: This boy loves to get vocal. He loves lots of dirty talk, both speaking it himself and hearing you talk. He’s urging you on, teasing you, and releasing plenty of grunts and groans, and the further along you two get and the closer to climax he gets, the louder in volume he becomes. He loves hearing you talk, too, teasing him back as well as begging him, and when you gasp, whimper, and are saying his name, he’s absolutely feral.

Leonard: Not very loud as far as volume, but he talks a fair amount and loves praising you and encouraging you. “That’s it, baby,”, “Thats my girl”, “Yeah, come on”, and all other similar expressions are coming from him when you two are together, and he absolutely loves hearing you gasping his name, agreeing with him, and saying that you’re his. He wants to hear you moaning and softly whining, and as soon as he sees you on the brink of climaxing, he’s urging you on with a few final sexy, possessive words of encouragement.

Neil: He enjoys some talk for both of you, but pretty minimal in terms of number of words. Instead of full sentences, it’s usually just one or two words groaned or whispered at any given point. Think along the lines of “More”, “Right there”, “Yeah, baby”, “Faster/slower”, etc. You’ve come to adopt the same behavior, especially because it’s all you two need to say to know what the other wants and needs. Outside of that, it’s plenty of wordless communication with just the sound of your moans and whimpers back and forth to each other, but hearing those noises from you is the hottest thing of all, in Neil’s opinion, outside of when you whine his name.

Robert: Doesn’t talk much at all, and doesn’t necessarily seek too much talk from you, either. Not because he dislikes it, but because it’s just never something you two have ever really needed, as you mainly communicate through looks and body language. Your eyes and your movements tell him everything he needs to know, and his do the same for you. He does, however, love to hear your noises, and outside of your moans and whimpers, his favorite sound is when you breathlessly pant his name.

Tommy: Isn’t a big fan of talking during sex. Can’t deny that he loves hearing you say his name, but beyond that, he prefers minimal talking. The only talking that occurs is when he’s telling you what to do/how to position yourself, if he’s cursing, or the occasional bit of praise he gives you. Minimal talking doesn’t mean he’s unhappy, though — it’s the exact opposite, in fact. But he just prefers to get lost in what you two are doing and not talk much.

Raymond: No talking from him at all. He’s going to express himself completely through action in the way he holds you, guides you, and responds (non-verbally) to you. He does, however, love to hear a few words from you, though, especially when you sound desperate and needy. Nothing too wordy, but hearing you say “Please”, “More”, or “Oh, God” gets him so hot, and it’s when you’re gasping his name and fisting your hand in his hair or sinking your nails into his back that he breaks his own habit of silence and is deeply groaning in pleasure. Occasionally, he’ll also let a “Fuck, baby”, or a grunt of your name escape him along with his groaning when he comes.

Jonathan: He enjoys a very generous amount of talking as foreplay and build-up, getting you hot and bothered, and he loves to see you get embarrassed and bashful. He encourages you to voice your desires and fantasies, and he demands that you speak clearly as you tell him everything. As you two continue, you’re talking a bit less, but he’s still talking you through everything and getting you to speak. Of course, he loves to hear you lose control and beg him, and he’s intentionally doing and saying things that he knows will get him those reactions from you.

Jackson: This boy may as well soundproof his apartment, because he is LOUD, and he wants you LOUD, too. Shouting, loud moaning and groaning, lots of whining and gasping, nearly constant swearing, and tons of dirty talk, much of which consists of you two insulting each other as well as encouraging each other. There are also plenty of echoes in the air of strikes and smacks as he slaps your ass and hips, which is like music to his ears. He loves it when you get so hot and desperate that you can’t argue with him anymore, though, and then he’s got you where all you can do is comply and beg, and he’s commanding you to practically scream for him.

@ennui-whimsy-and-me @breakthestereo @newbarrel

[saelrum]

Can you break LQ out of cage and have us anons and voices beat the heck out of narrator(and opportunist?)

The Opportunist used his opportunity to ran away while the Narrator got beat up

[holyraconteur]

Okay, but here's a dark au where Spider drags Quaritch from the water and promptly kills him, and now no one knows what to do with this human child soaked in the blood of his own father. Blood is thicker than water, right? Why would a son kill his own father? Pandora's greatest enemy is dead. The scourge of the Na'vi is gone.

So, what is this feeling of discontent?

-) The moment Spider pulled Quaritch from the water, he made a choice.

-) The once-mighty colonel was barely clinging to life, his body battered, his strength drained. Weak. Helpless. A man who had terrorized Pandora, who had burned forests and spilled the blood of Eywa's children, now lay before him, gasping, vulnerable.

-) The knife in Spider’s hand felt light. The motion effortless.

-) One swift drag across the throat was all it took. Just like Neytiri would have done to him. 'Do you see me now?' Spider thinks. 'See me. See me. SEE! LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE MADE OF ME!'

-) Quaritch barely made a sound, just a wet, choked gasp as his lifeblood spilled into the water, dark ribbons mixing with the lapping waves. His body seized, his fingers twitching—but Spider only crouched there, watching, waiting. He waited for the flood of emotion. For the relief. The triumph. The guilt. But there was nothing. Just… numbness.

-) The monster was dead. The one responsible for so much suffering, for so much destruction, for everything—gone. And yet, Spider felt nothing. His father’s glassy eyes stared up at him, lifeless. Eywa’s grace had abandoned him long ago. And with any luck, Quaritch’s soul would never find peace. Never find acceptance. Spider exhaled slowly, running his tongue over dry lips, blinking at the bloodied body at his feet. His hands weren’t even shaking.

-) It was done. His brother avenged. The souls of Neytiri's family are avenged. His debt to the Sullys was paid in full. Everything is calm.

-) A soft rustling pulled his gaze upward. His father's Banshee crouched a few feet away, its golden eyes locked onto Spider with an eerie intensity. Spider tensed, half-expecting it to lunge, to attack, to avenge its fallen rider. But it didn’t. It simply watched. And then, without a sound, it lowered its head. Acceptance. Recognition.

-) As if possessed by something beyond himself, Spider stepped forward, his hand outstretched. His fingertips brushed against the creature’s snout, and for the first time that horrible day, he allowed himself a small, hollow smile. Perhaps it was a good thing that Quaritch never truly bonded to this one.

-) The rest of the Na'vi find him hours later, and Tonowari approaches first, his large shadow stretching over the scene, but he hesitates. The Metkayina chief has seen many battles, many bodies. And yet, this is different. This is a child, soaked in the blood of his own father. Why would a son do this? Spider meets his gaze, his expression empty. He waits for judgment. Condemnation. Something.

-) But when Tonowari speaks, it is not with anger. "The demon is dead." A statement. A fact. The warriors behind him exchange uneasy glances, but none argue. Some murmur in agreement; others simply watch. None move to comfort the boy who did the deed. Perhaps they do not know how.

-) The Sully are more horrified than relieved. Even Neytiri, who should feel the greatest relief of all, does not celebrate. Her bow hand clenches, fingers twitching as though her body is caught between two instincts. To praise him… or to fear him. She does not understand. She had thought she knew hatred. She had felt it burn through her when she held the blade to Spider’s throat on the Sea Dragon, her grief drowning out reason.

-) Jake had told her stories—of how humans could be cruel to their own offspring, how some children were beaten, abandoned, even killed by those who were meant to love them. How those same children woke up one day and decided to kill their parents. She had never believed it. Not until now. She watched Spider wipe the blood from his blade with mechanical precision, his movements too calm, too practiced. There is no triumph in his face, no relief, no sorrow.

Just a hollow emptiness.

-) Something dark and quiet has settled in the boy’s chest, a coldness that should not exist in one so young. The boy named Spider died on the Sea Dragon. Drowned beneath the weight of Neytiri’s hate, choked on the understanding that he would never belong. And what remains in his place is something else. Something Tonowari's people and the Sullys do not understand. Something they accept but fear all the same.

-) Jake takes a step forward, but Spider lifts a bloodied hand, stopping him before he can speak. "Don’t." His voice is hoarse, flat. "Your son has been avenged. The debt is paid. I am done. We are done." Jake stares, tears in his eyes, something unspoken hanging between them. "Kid, I never wanted this--" Spider turns his back, mounting the ikran with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times before. And then he was gone. The wind howled as the graceful creature lifted itself into the sky, carrying Spider higher, farther, into the unknown. Jake’s voice rose behind him, calling his name. Kiri's voice is the loudest, crying and screaming for him, but he hardens his heart. They call his name. Spider does not return. Spider does not look back.

[sciderman]

what jobs would the boys have if it was a completely normal, no mutant, no superpower world? Presumably they wouldn't know each other, but in a world where mutants don't exist, do you think they'd still gravitate and find each other somehow?

wade would be a mercenary who dies of cancer and peter would be a photographer who dies of mediocrity I guess.

wade would die before they meet 💔 very sad