#there...it's 400 again

[iknowitwontwork]

sending help and upping your number to 401 😁 ily

UR EVIL

[ac3ofspad3s-on-ao3]

I randomly remembered that one thing of someone asking Techno why he dressed like he was part of the bourgeoise and hie reason was "because styleee"

so uhh, new au where Techno is an anarchist and routinly goes around murdering tyrannical governments. But he dresses like a noble (because he steals stuff from the tyrants he kills). And because he's generally bad at talking to people he ends up at like noble gatherings a lot because people see how he's dressed and assume he was invited.

Which is great sometimes, maybe there's someone at the party he's been meaning to murder. Or it's shit because there's no one at the party but leaving too early would insult the host or something. He doesn't know, he doesn't care to learn the rules of noble society. So he ends up stuck, trying to make sure people realize his cape was the pride and joy of the Tyrant of the North two months ago and his crown and jewels are all pieces missing after assassinations of various political figures.

[neverbelessthan]

SEVERANCE 2x10 / 1x04 | "Whatever this life is, it's all that we have."

[sodaneko]

it’s late when osamu slips under the covers with you. he told you not to wait for him while he closes up the store, told you to catch some sleep because by god you need it, told you a million times and each time you stubbornly refused. the soft light of the nightstand lamp dips your bedroom in golden hues, the book you were reading abandoned somewhere between your pillow and the plush he won for you at the arcade shortly after you started dating in high school. 

osamu doesn’t know how you do it night for night, but you somehow manage to occupy the entire bed in your sleep, laying there sprawled out in nothing but an old shirt of his and panties, tangled up in the blanket and leaving little to no room for him. he scoffs out a quiet laugh while the mattress dips under his weight, his hands gently maneuvering your form snug against him with one leg hooked over his and your head coming to rest on top his chest. he feels you stirring awake, always the light sleeper, and tries to coax you back to sleep with a few kisses on your forehead and hushed sweet nothings against the shell of your ear.

your hand dances across his torso with featherlight touches and he catches it, calloused fingers wrapping around yours, his thumb running soothingly over your knuckles. osamu feels your wedding band–a line of his vows engraved into it–sitting on your ring finger and his heart grows twice in size again, as if trying to make room for you to crawl into if you ever needed a place to hide from the world. some days it still feels surreal, all of it–to call you his, the matching rings, and the polaroids on the fridge from when you eloped a few months ago. someone who loves even the most flawed version of him like it’s easy. the mental image of you saying “i do” with a smile brighter than the sun is carrying him through his darkest days. 

he brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it and your fingertips before nuzzling his face into your palm and letting out a content sigh. no matter how weary his bones, holding you like this made it all worthwhile. osamu never took your love for granted; not when you blurted out your confession behind the gym after training, not when culinary school grinded him down and left you with nothing but a ghost of him, not when he proposed with a paper ring made from wrappers of your favorite candy. it’s as if you always see right through him, seeing him for the man that he is–one that’s hopelessly, deeply, endlessly in love with you, only you, forever you.

[nipuni]

Casanova sketches!

[egophiliac]

Silver is finally here...he just took the title for the most beautiful card in TWST's history...

me five years ago: wow I really hope we get to see dragon Malleus someday! that'll be so nice and wonderful. I bet he's a big silly! :)

twst: :)

GOD. it occurred to me literally three hours before the anniversary stream that they might've been saving the reveal for then to just explode us all at once. this timing was EXTREMELY deliberate. thank you Twst. I can't even focus on all the Blazing Jewel stuff because Silver wielding the physical manifestation of his Complicated Dad Issues is busy eating my entire brain. and -- oh what's that? he duos with Lilia? I'M RUINED THANK YOU ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ

this is your warning that I'm going to be the most annoying person on the planet come Monday morning, thank you everybody and goodniiiiiiight

[potatokoko]

Control

[esora247]

the poor qing jing peak lord looking like he's been mauled every morning...

[suntails]

muse

[sunnitypes]

a sweet commission for @twilightarc-gm, included in the amazing 400!! page cxc zine from @domjiangcheng and co! amazing amazing work from all the contributors 💖💖 i hope everyone enjoys it 😊

[kindaasrikal]

Glow little glow worm glow

[nimbusclan]

Moon 8

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Halfway around the world lies the one thing that you want

Buried in the ground, hundreds of miles down

Fogfreckle hasn’t stopped shuffling around since sundown. Moonstar may not have her eyes open, nose tucked firmly into her tail, but she can tell that he hasn’t stopped moving because the constant shff shff sound of him shifting around in his nest is driving her to madness. 

Willing sleep to come just a little bit faster, Moonstar flattens her ears as close to her head as she can get them and fluffs her tail up against her face. 

Shff, shff.

Fed up, Moonstar uncurls her tail from her face and sits bolt upright, mouth open to shout at her brother to just lay still already, but Fogfreckle cuts her off by springing quite suddenly to his paws. Having not seen him do much more than curl in a ball for two entire moons, the sight shocks Moonstar into stillness. 

“I can’t,” he meows into the darkness. “I can’t do it. I’m not going to suffocate in this– this– cave for another heartbeat. I’m going hunting.”

Moonstar’s annoyance flees from her immediately, like a mouse slipping from her claws. “Wait–” She scrambles to her paws, panic overtaking her as Fogfreckle reaches around to grab the edge of his cobweb wrappings in his teeth. “Wait, don’t! You can’t– what if your wounds open back up–”

With a wild tug, Fogfreckle rips at his cobwebs, pulling the sticky strands away from his fur. He keeps going, yanking at them, agitation and annoyance etched in the sharp lines of his thin limbs. Moonstar reaches for him, attempts to get him to stop, and Fogfreckle spins around with his hackles fluffed out and swipes at her. Narrowly dodging the reach of his claws, Moonstar gasps, retreating.

For a heartbeat, both cats stare at each other, tension thick in the air between them.

“Stop treating me like I’m a helpless kit,” Fogfreckle spits, torn cobwebs hanging from his jaws. They lay tattered against his white fur in shredded strands. “I’m fine! I don’t need you to– to play medicine cat at me! Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!”

His words sweep against Moonstar like a cliffside gust, the hurt they bring almost physically pushing her back. “I… I…” Several emotions cycle through her in the space of a single heartbeat, until it finally settles into a pulsing anger that crackles over her pelt like lightning. “I’m only trying to help! I’m looking out for you– we only have each other, in case you’ve forgotten,” she snaps, voice nasty, horrible satisfaction welling within her as the words strike her brother and he recoils. “We left the rest of our family behind, buried under a landslide!”

“As if I could forget!” Fogfreckle explodes. His reflective eyes are almost as sharp as the claws he’s sinking into the earth. “I can’t– I was useless to help them, and I’ve been useless for moons to help you, letting you go out on your own every day, when I’m the only one left who can keep you safe!” 

All of the anger rushes out of Moonstar, fast as a roaring river, as she stares at her brother, heart shattering. 

“I’m just–” he continues, yowls bouncing off of the boulders around them. “Sitting around in this dark hole, doing nothing from sunrise to sunset, wasting time we could be using to find a new camp and you– if something happened– I could lose you, too– Moonstar, I wouldn’t even know–” Fogfreckle breaks off on a hiccuping sob, voice losing its volume as it takes on a shaky quality and he ducks his head, hiding his pained expression from his sister.

Moonstar stares at her brother’s shaking shoulders. Guilt claws at her insides for the words she spat at her brother, the memory of her lost Clanmates sitting like a stone in her throat.

“Fogfreckle… I can handle myself,” Moonstar mews quietly. “I can handle both of us! Look at me,” she says, gesturing to herself with a sweep of her tail. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m fine! I’ve been hunting for us for moons and I’m fine. You’re the one that’s hurting, and I’m– you need to let me take care of you sometimes, too.”

After a heartbeat of silence, Fogfreckle mews with a wet, broken voice, “you’re an awful excuse for a hunter. But,” he adds, flicking his eyes towards her, “you’re a pretty good sister.”

A bubble of incredulous laughter escapes Moonstar before she can stop it. She can’t even be mad about the hunting bit – he’s right. She hopes he’s right about the sister part, too. She butts her head against her brother’s with a purr.

“I’m supposed to protect you,” Fogfreckle whispers.

“Where did you get that from? We protect each other. I’m sorry for fussing over you so much, just–” Moonstar releases a huff of breath and sits back heavily on her haunches. Her tail swishes the ground. She waits until Fogfreckle sits across from her with a shaky sigh. “I worry about you, too. It doesn’t make you any less brave to need help. I worry about you because I care about you– not because I think you can’t deal with it on your own. Not because I think you’re weak.” Fogfreckle’s mouth twists into a grimace as he casts his eyes to the side, avoiding Moonstar’s gaze. A weak smile lifts the corner of her muzzle. She’ll never get her brother to admit out loud how much stress he puts on himself trying to stay responsible for the both of them, but she knows now. She knows.

She pushes herself to her paws and gestures at Fogfreckle with her tail. “Well, we’re not getting any sleep now. You’re seriously up for hunting?”

Clearly relieved at being rescued from having to talk about his feelings in any further detail, Fogfreckle twists around to pull the remaining shreds of cobwebbing from his back. He licks his fur into place, carefully covering the freshly healed pink marks of where the eagle had sunk its talons into him. “I can hunt. It doesn’t even look that bad anymore, see?”

Moonstar smiles. Thank StarClan she doesn’t have to do a botch job wrapping him with fresh cobwebs anymore; she’s really not cut out for it. 

With a stretch, she pads from under the boulders, pleased beyond relief that they won’t have to spend another night under these suffocating press of rocks. “Let’s go hunting, then.”

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Don't ever forget, We haven't lost it all, yet.

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[afklancelot]

look at these pages from the House of Leaves Japanese translation right now

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[chubbychiquita]

i am almost 40 lbs up since the beginning of september 😩

[bananaguyboi]

I love how the fandom collectively agrees that Cho sam is either a wholesome bean that must be protected at all cost, or a normal dude with no(?) personality whatsoever outside of being normal. ( Maybe he's more of a troublemaker idk, but atleast he's less worse than chung myung heh-)

And whether you think he's confident or not, You just know he'll be scared shitless of what ever the fuck is going on in Mount Hua Sect.

Anyhow, no matter what cho sam's interpretation in your mind, I need more fics, and art of him- PLEASSE🙏🙏🙏

[codecicle-archive]

I made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgement, and I don’t expect to be forgiven. I’m simply here to apologize

Inspiration