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[fall0utmind]

Fabio JESUS

[seokminfilm]

mr. untouchable ☆ lee chan

☆, pairing: lee chan x reader ☆, description: and suddenly lee chan was untouchable. ☆, warnings/tropes: implied idol au, short, newly-established relationship, boyfriend chan, mingyu & seungkwan are teasing the shit out of chan and they think it's hilarious, kissing, teasing, pet names: baby (reader's), babe (chan's) ☆, lyr's footnotes: wanted to debut a new format so what better way to do so than debut my first ever dino fic!! sighs dreamily he looks so good in these pictures okay...i had to write something 🤭 enjoy lyrnation!! ☆, now playing: hskt (feat. wonstein) ~ leehi ☆, word count: 476 ☆, written for: @kstrucknet

"ever since chan started dating you, he's began to think he's untouchable or something."

seungkwan's statement paired with a dramatic roll of his eyes makes you burst out into laughter, and chan pretends not to hear him, sipping from his glass cooly as his hand continues to rest on your thigh.

all of seventeen had commented on the change that had taken place in their youngest member when he started dating you. they claim that he had gotten 'cooler', acting aloof, laughing cooly at their teasing, and adjusting his fashion to, as they claim, "look more like a boyfriend".

mingyu snickers into his glass, and chan finally sets his glass down, shrugging nonchalantly as he stares at you with a grin. "i just think you're jealous, seungkwan."

"jealous? of you? chan, please." seungkwan huffs out a laugh, picking at the kimchi on his plate as mingyu continues to laugh, tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

"i think he's jealous, too, babe." you lean over to your boyfriend, warm breath caressing his ear as he smirks at you. chan's smile is enough to make you match it without a second thought, and his lips are on yours in an instant, softly pecking them before pulling away.

"...we should probably get going." mingyu says hurriedly, face flushed from embarassment as seungkwan looks at him, eyebrows raising into his hairline. "what do you mean—"

before seungkwan can finish his sentence, mingyu's dragging him by the arm, food left abandonded on the table.

"good riddance," chan mumbles, and you can't help but giggle softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. his cologne has slowly started to become familiar to you, its smell enveloping you as you take one more bite of ramen.

"you have started acting different, though?" you decide to ride the teasing train a little longer. if mingyu and seungkwan could have their fun, so could you.

"different? how, baby?" chan asks without looking up from his phone, and you take advantage of the opportunity, letting your fingertips find place under chan's jawline and lifting his face to yours.

"you have gotten so much cooler. and you're dressing cuter too, makes me want to date you all over again." you whisper, chan's eyes lit with shyness as his cheeks start to flush red.

"i'm doing it all for you. i want to be the best version of myself for you, baby." chan's tone of voice sounds sheepish now, soft and warm as he chews at his lip. his dark brown eyes find yours, and before you know it, he's leaning down to kiss you again.

"well it's working, mr. untouchable. keep up the good work," your voice drops to a whisper as you pull chan to you, lips locking with his once more before he chuckles heartily—a laugh you wouldn't mind hearing for the rest of your life.

[karinamariee]

honey

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: it all tastes and feels like honey.

warnings: smut, mdni!! pls

authors note: i like short reads im sorry😩

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“fuck…” you moaned, throwing your head back. rafe had been so good at eating you out, you know it had felt like honey on his tongue. he had told you multiple times. it had felt so good.

“yes, baby, you taste so good.” rafe said, then shoving his face back in your folds.

“your tongue feels so good,” you whispered, but loud enough for him to hear.

he went ham on your pussy, making sure all you remembered was his name. but you remembered everything about him. the curves of his body, his beautiful eyes, his striking smile, and those fingers that would fuck your hole so fucking good. you could never forget him even if you tried. you had loved it. you had loved him.

“i’m gonna cum,” you said. “fuck, i’m gonna cum rafe. fuck, fuck—“ you came all over his tongue, gripping his head harshly since he had his buzz cut. he stuck his tongue out, making sure to catch every drip of honey he could.

“this pussy is mines,” said rafe, moving back up your body. “this pussy taste like honey.”

you kissed him harshly, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“just like honey,” he said, pulling himself out of his jeans.

[tiffysdeath]

alex is literally so boyfriend coded

[xiaokuer-schmetterling]

griddlehark fan edit SO EPIC Y'ALL

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This has been one of the longest passion projects I’ve worked on, and I’ve LOVED every second. It's been my absolute honour to work with some of the most talented musicians and artists on this, and everyone involved has put their heart and souls into this project over the last few months. I could not be more PROUD of how it all turned out. Hehe. Yay. 🥳

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[sparklingchim]

Can we get a very short drabble (the way you answer asks, that's perfect too) on jk and Nabi being obsessed with oc's mommy milkers

You feel the tiny dig of a finger at your chest before a small hand tries to tug the front of your top down.

"Nabi, baby," you scold, making her let go of the lacy material. "I thought I told you many times already."

Nabi pouts at you, sad and grumpy. But she's also extremely mischievous — perhaps because you love to spoil her, which may have led to some bratty tendencies. But how could you not? She's so tiny and cute and has the same doe eyes as Jungkook. That's reason enough — so she moves her hand back to your chest.

"Don't try to take my top off." You raise your brows. "We've talked about this so many times, missy."

You gently remove her hand from your chest again, adjusting her little body on your hip as you continue stirring the food on the stove.

"Talked about what?"

Both you and Nabi turn to Jungkook’s voice.

"Jungkook," you beam. Your legs move on their own toward him. Nabi utters happy little sounds.

He gives you both a forehead kiss, taking Nabi from your arms when she impatiently wriggles to get his attention and be held by him.

"What was she up to again?" he asks, his sparkly eyes focused on Nabi, who is currently giving him her brightest smile. Jungkook tickles her tummy, and she squeals.

You get back to stirring the pot. "Just, you know, she's been obsessed with taking this off again." You point to the lacy camisole you're wearing.

He chuckles deeply. "I'm obsessed with them too. She takes after me." You roll your eyes at his silliness.

Jungkook pecks your neck. One hand grabs your waist. He sneakily brushes his fingers up your sides, gently tracing over your ribcage until his hand squeezes the supple flesh of your chest.

You draw a sharp breath. "You're too much, Jungkook," you tease, your cheeks turning hot as you gently push him away.

Jungkook grins. He can't keep his hand to himself. They naturally land on your waist again.

"Just missed you." He kisses Nabis head. "You too." He watches you cook, fingers somehow managing to slip underneath your top and draw little circles on your skin. "The kids at boxing class have missed you too. They asked why my pretty assistant wasn't here today."

You giggle. "They really said that?"

When you visited Jungkook at work the other day, he was giving a class for the children, and he decided to put you in boxing gloves and called you his assistant for today's class.

"Yeah, and I told him to knock it off because you're my girlfriend. And then they all giggled and said that was really obvious because I kept smiling when you were around," Jungkook says. "And because Jia saw us kissing."

"Jungkook, why are you picking up fights with 8-year-olds?" You laugh, shaking your head, incredulous at his antics. "You're unbelievable. But I'd love to visit again if you'd want me to."

"I'd love that." He plants a kiss on your temple. "I love having you around me."

[jontaro-kun]

Sir, a second woman has sat down in front of the viewer

POV: Uh, okay so there's two women and they're, like, looking at you, yeah? I'd mention that they're smiling seductively at you but we're already REALLY toeing the line of relatability here. This isn't a meme caption it's a cry for help-

[lovesickeros]

☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

[kissmypoets-hp]

Fanfic Classics Series

🎨 Truth to Materials by lately and @toomuchplor

In which Harry learns to appreciate art and other pleasures of the flesh.

This fic changed my life!!! and gave me so much delight as somebody with a fine arts degree!!!

i've been making penguin classics-style covers for fics i have saved on my kindle, as inspired by zeziliazink and bubu0h’s works! art credits + bonus info under the cut :)

Artwork used:

"Seated Man, academy study" by Albert Edelfelt (1875)

is it just me or this could be older harry posing for draco?

Bonus cover?!!!

While I was looking for potential artwork to use for this fic, I found 𝘿𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜's work (NSFW warning for nudity/sex, but his work is vibrant and so, so beautiful!). I was looking for queer painters whose work captured a lively, loose sense of intimacy (which was the vibe I got from the fic) and his work was PERFECT for what I had in mind, but since his works aren't in the public domain I'd rather not upload what I made for myself on a public blog... though I'd love to show it (privately) to anyone interested so we can gush over how well Mr 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨's work fits the fic... in my humble opinion, at least 🤣 Anyway, if you've made it this far, you really should check out his website!

[the-fyre-flie]

Batman!Alfred and Robin!Bruce au (Short story? Fic idea? Idk)

Alfred also witnessed Thomas and Martha's murder for plot reasons and assigns himself as not only Bruce's protector but all of Gothams protector. He doesn't want any more children to ever lose their parents again.

At first, he does it alone, slipping out of the manor every night almost obsessively patrolling. When Bruce stars noticing, the little 8 year old boy is incredibly upset that his only remaining family is risking his life, yelling and crying about "How dare you! I need you!" He only calms down when Alfred agrees to let him come along and help.

Bruce: Why am I traffic light colored?

Alfred, adjusting Bruce's domino mask: So I can see you in the dark, young master.

Bruce, tugging at the sleeves: Whatever... (secretly happy that Alfred cares enough to think about something like that)

Bruce is initially incredibly clumsy and struggles to keep up with Alfred, not exactly graceful. But he learns fast. He's a very aggressive Robin, preferring brass knuckles. He builds up a reputation as being the "scary bird kid" who yells at any thug he sees and beats them to a pulp. They can all tell he's a kid with problems, but they never comment on it because they like having their teeth.

Alfred is a *terrifying* Batman. He's got insane military training, pure skill, ect. Things normal butlers don't have. The Wayne family had its reasons to hire him, of course, and he's 100% going to prove his worth. A lot of his Batman reasoning is that he feels like he failed the Waynes, and that he failed Bruce specifically. He cares deeply about the boy, seeing him like his own son/godson. He refuses to allow other kids to suffer the same fate as Bruce, very 'protect the innocent' focused. He's violent against those who deserve it, but goes out of his way to be gentle with the victims of crimes.

Little Girl, who just survived a villian attack: *sobbing her eyes out*

Bat!Alfred: Are you okay, little one?

Little Girl, sniffling and shying away from the big scary masked man: M-my mommy... I can't find my mommy...

Bat!Alfred, crouching and offering his hand: I can help you. What's your mothers name? We can find her together.

Is Bruce a little jealous that his butler/dad is being nice to other kids? Yes. Will he deal with it normally? No. He just beats up more thugs.

[karinamariee]

norman fucking rockwell.

pairing: toxic!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: he was just a man, but he was your man, and he was too hard to let go of.

warnings: minors dni, use of y/n

authors note: wow, i didn’t even know this could come out of me (just like drew came in me last night) and yes i skipped around the song for the end!!

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god damned man child, you fucked me so good that i almost said i love you

“you like that?” rafe asked, shoving his hips roughly against yours. you nodded your head, no words able to come out of your mouth except for moans.

rafe grabbed you by your neck, pulling your head up toward his. “fuckin’ say it, baby.”

“i love this, rafe,” you whispered.

“good girl.”

he rutted his hips against yours like a horny dog. even if you wanted it to stop, you wouldn’t be able to have it your way. your legs were already coated by your prior three orgasms and your bud was so sensitive, but by the time you were going to complain, he hit that g spot so good, you just threw your head back into the pillow behind you.

“you’re such a fuckin’ slut,” said rafe. “always wanting this cock.”

“yes…”

“it’s better than jj could ever do,” said rafe, “right, baby?”

“so much better.”

drew came balls deep inside of you, not even daring to pull out as your came all over his cock, legs on his shoulders, toes curling, eyes in the back of you head.

you’re fun and you’re wild

“rafe!”

rafe laughed lightheartedly as he slid his hand to your behind, squeezing harshly as he bit his lip like a horny teenager.

“c’mon, baby,” he said. “we’ll be so fuckin’ quick.”

“you shoved me in a closet at my best friends wedding,” you said.

his lips were on yours the second you said that, grinding his hips against yours as you felt him rock hard against you. you loved how you could only make rafe feel this way. he was so fucking good to you.

he turned you around, placing your hands on the door frames, pulling your dress up. his hands slid your pink thong down and quickly undid his belt, throwing it to the side.

“if someone outta walk in, they’re gonna see your fuckin’ face, baby,” said rafe. “gonna be so fuckin’ hot.”

you giggled as you reached back to push him up against you. he quickly slid his length into your tight hole. you couldn’t help but let out a little moan as he moved quickly. you, for the most part, was good at keeping quite, but this situation couldn’t get any worse. at your best friends wedding, in a closet, getting dick you so much very deserved.

but you don’t know half of the shit that you put me through

“what’s wrong with you!” you yell. you didn’t know why rafe always did this to you. you two would be doing so good and then he ruined it by fucking another girl, and you stayed, and that was your fault this time and the times before.

“this is what you get, y/n,” he answered calmly. “this is what you get for standing me up on our date. you should be mad. you should be hurt, you should be jealous, you should be envious.” he walked over to you, you backing up a little bit he caught you by your waste, pulling you closer to his body. he bent down and whispered:

“it’ll be this way until you smarten up.”

why wait for the best when i could have you?

you knew that rafe wasn’t good for you. you let him cheat on you and you stayed. he could do anything and you would say. he fucked too so good and loves you well enough but you didn’t want this to end. even when he shoved his dick into other girls and then into you, you knew he never fucked any of them as good as he fucked you. and when he laid in bed with you, you knew it was you. it always was you. and it was always him.

[oswaldthatendswald]

Day One of New Job: I seem to be the youngest person there by a wide margin. The single other employee who knows how to work the software I use wasn't in today, so they sent me home six hours early. (Technically, today isn't a work day for me, so I actually just came in for an orientation, but it's funnier to say I got to go home.) I have been given complete control over the materials room I manage and my hours are remarkably flexible. This could bode very well or very ill.

[melocherie]

I will never get over how Noor BUTCHERED princess mononoke ( sorry I just wanna rant about it )

Her downgrading not only ashitaka but also kaya in sen's arc is genuinely so baffling. I remember when Noor said she finds ashitaka a boring character/ protagonist and to me that's crazy because his personality is almost like mc in the sense that they both have a strong sense of justice , willing to hear both sides while also standing that they do not want violence. The only difference is that ashitaka doesn't express himself as much , he has a flat tone , he's very blunt and he's a calm person. These aren't boring qualities in my opinion at least

And kaya OML

Sorry I just wanna say

NOOR BUTCHERED SO BAD THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN KAYA AND ASHITAKA. These two have respect and care for each other, it's hinted that their engagement was arranged. He takes care and protects her and she does the same with him, even if ashitaka never loved her romantically. Kaya could have had romantic feelings for ashitaka but that's up for interpretation, when she gave ashitaka that necklace you see the worry look on her face.

Because of course her ( now ex ) fiancee is now leaving the town forever with a curse no one knows how to cure.

She could've given this necklace to ease his mind when he gets homesick or a last gift of love to him

( this is what Noor said btw below )

It doesn't make sense at all that kaya could be pregnant with ashitaka's ( especially with how conservative Japan is )

Also like dude really a girl being pregnant in the movie is now the same with a guy wanting to force a girl to be pregnant????

OMG WHAT?? Also I've seen that Noor finds it weird that ashitaka gave the necklace kaya gave to him to San

So why didn't she just write Kano as a worried and sad ex fiancee that went to MC because he was worried , show him upset that sen has the gift that he sent to MC

Also how did Kano even leave the village?? Doesn't that have any consequences? Wouldn't the people there be worried

I don't know man I have so many thoughts but I just wanna share them with you

unfortunately,  i  still  haven’t  seen  princess  mononoke  since  i’d  like  to  watch  the  movie  before  reading  sen’s  arc  so  the  details  are  still  fresh  in  my  mind.  as  a  result,  while  i  agree  with  you  based  on  what  little  i’ve  seen  the  arc,  i’m  afraid  i  can’t  add  much  to  the  discussion.  nonetheless,  i  am  aware  of  hayao  miyazaki  as  a  writer,  and  your  thoughts  regarding  the  butchering  of  his  characters  brought  to  mind  this  quote  from  him:

“I've  become  skeptical  of  the  unwritten  rule  that  just  because  a  boy  and  girl  appear  in  the  same  feature,  a  romance  must  ensue.  Rather,  I  want  to  portray  a  slightly  different  relationship,  one  where  the  two  mutually  inspire  each  other  to  live—  if  l'm  able  to,  then  perhaps  I'll  be  closer  to  portraying  a  true  expression  of  love.”

it  seems  strange  to  me  that  miyazaki,  known  for  portraying  complex,  platonic  relationships  and  for  his  strong  female  characters,  would  fate  a  teenage  girl  to  raise  a  child  after  her  fiancé  is  exiled  without  offering  any  attention  to  the  anguish  she  would  experience.  i  understand  that  princess  mononoke  is  far  more  mature  compared  to  ponyo  or  kiki’s  delivery  service,  but  i  don't  think  it  makes  sense  for  such  an  blatantly  mature  plotline  to  be  sidelined  off  screen.  i  can  comprehend  an  arranged  marriage  between  the  teens,  but  a  ghibli  film  that  implied  underage  sex?  are  you  sure?

and  it's  these  kinds  of  uncertainties  that  make  me  cringe  at  noor’s  decision  to  use  this  blatant  lie  to  turn  this  innocent  little  girl  into  a  rapist.  while  "wouldn't  it  be  wild  if  this  happened?"  is  a  legitimate  approach  to  storytelling,  it  shouldn't  be  the  only  method  of  handling  a  significant  character  in  a  story's  arc.

i  feel  terrible  for  comparing  a  quotev  story  to  tatsuki  fujimoto,  but  i  think  fire  punch  is  an  excellent  example  of  what  i  mean. 

the  world  of  fire  punch  is  considerably  bleaker  and  darker  than  everything  in  iaptbap,  with  every  trigger  warning  under  the  sun,  from  dismemberment  to  incest  to  sexual  assault,  and  as  a  result,  i  found  it  an  unpleasant  read,  yet  despite  the  copious edge  there’s  an  elegance  to  fujimoto's  writing.  the  post-apocalyptic  world  of  fire  punch  isn't  just  "wouldn't  it  be  wild  if  people  had  to  resort  to  cannibalism  to  survive";  it's  a  statement  on  how  ignorant  people  will  become  if  denied  the  tools  to  live  and  an  education,  and  how  ignorance  can  be  shaped  into  cruelty.

one  of  its  characters  is  togata,  who’s  essentially  immortal  and  whose  sole  passion  is  cinema.  they,  like  most  characters,  aren’t  a  moral  person.  in  their  second  chapter,  they  wait  idly  by  while  men  attempt  to  assault  a  child  because  they  believe  the  act  will  make  the  men  more  hateable  as  characters,  thus  improving  the  film  their  directing. 

likewise,  "wouldn't  it  be  wild  for  quirky  togata  to  do  that"  isn't  the  pinnacle  of  their  character.  another  theme  in  fire  punch  is  how  individuals  and  mankind  as  a  whole  will  find the  means  to  live.  togata,  who  is  three  hundred  years  old  and  has  seen  old  humanity  die  before  their  eyes,  is  so  disillusioned  with  life  that  they  can  only  engage  with  the  world  through  the  escapism  of  movies,  a  relic  of  old  humanity  in  this  post-apocalyptic  world.  despite  their  shocking  actions,  the  characters  of  fire  punch  don’t  feel  like  puppets  on  a  string,  dancing  to  the  writer's  whims  but  real,  multifaceted  people.  they  are  the  narrative,  it’s  themes  and  questions,  not  merely  vehicles  to  ride  to  the  next  insane  thing  that  happens. 

and  i  can  never  count  on  noor  to  have  a  fraction  of  this care.  why  waste  time  exploring  kaya's  personality,  thoughts,  dreams,  and  feelings  when  the  event  of  assaulting  the  protagonist  is  far  more  interesting.  it  would  be  incredibly  messed  up  and  crazy  if  she  did  this,  so  why  bother utilizing  her  to  delve  deeper  into  the  themes  already  explored  in  the  film?  why  even  care  about  the  themes  in  princess  mononoke  any  way  when  we  can  spend  the  chapters  smooching  our  6’8  feral  wolf  boy  hottie! (  ♥  )  /sarc

[fenharel-babe]

Lavellan talks openly about her love for Solas the SECOND time she meets Rook while Solas is all “she was a good woman” like LMAO.

[teecupangel]

Desmond has all the abilities of a Minecraft player with all the skills of the greatest assassins and Dream and Techno blade put together...

Don't know why I wanna see this happen but I do.

Everyone would think he was a POE and try to capture him. But he has potions, enchantments and the ability to teleport via enderpearl. You cannot contain him.

He is the man of blocks!

Desmond played Minecraft on his free time. It was something to do when he wasn’t working.

It was simple and there was this… sense of freedom.

The only goal to take note of while playing was whatever Desmond aimed to do.

He only played solo though. He had no problem playing with other people but there wasn’t… there wasn’t anybody to play with.

He didn’t mind.

It was relaxing, being the only player in a vast world.

He could do whatever he wanted, only limited by the constraint of the game itself.

Minecraft was a way to relax.

A way to feel like he had more control over his life, even if it was just for a few hours during his day offs.

He never expected this to happen.

“Desmond…”

Desmond already felt like he was getting a headache thanks to the high-pitched tone of Shaun’s voice.

“Did you build a house?!”

Desmond sighed and rubbed his face as he mumbled, “Yeah, kinda.”

“Kinda? We left you alone for an hour!” Shaun sputtered, waving his hands over the small cabin-like structure that was now stationed in what used to be the back garden of the Auditore Villa. Shaun turned to face Lucy as he shouted in a panicky tone, “Why would you let him do this?!”

“He shouldn’t be able to!” Lucy tried to defend herself, “I told him to take a break while you and Rebecca were going on a supply run! Shaun! Look!”

She pointed at the cabin as she said, “There’s no way Desmond could have build this in an hour!”

“It wasn’t there before!” Shaun reminded her.

“Why does it look so familiar?” Rebecca mumbled as she rubbed her chin.

Desmond sighed, “Look, I get it, okay. Give me 5 minutes and I’ll clean it all up.”

Desmond didn’t wait for them to say anything and walked towards the cabin. He stared at his confused team and just…

… smacked one of the blocks of the cabin.

It disappeared in thin air.

And Desmond got a notification that he received a block of concrete.

Their jaws slacked when they noticed the sudden disappearance of exactly 1 cubic meter from where Desmond had smacked the cottage. They continued to be frozen in shock as Desmond started smacking the cabin, making it disappear one cubic meter at a time.

Once the entire cabin had disappeared and Desmond was busy checking his inventory, he heard Rebecca said, “What the fuck.”

That was Desmond’s line when he accidentally smacked the wall in Mario’s study on his way out.

He just shrugged.

He also did not know why he was able to play Minecraft in real life.

All he knew was…

He had a feeling he got this ‘power’ after he was hit by the light that erupted from the Apple in Altaïr’s memories.

[tragicotps]

Young Masriel au [Part 2: getting to know you]: in which Asriel follows Marisa outside to escape a boring party, mainly consisting of old men talking about politics. Having captured his attention with her knowledge of experimental theology, and not immune to her beauty either, he's determined to talk to her alone to find out more about this mysterious girl and her peculiar daemon. He foolishly counts on his boyish charm to convince her to get drunk with him, but it doesn't exactly go as planned. [part 1]