#whatever. tags pending

[evilherehotel]

I’ve accidentally come up with an evilfries shipkid HELP evil salad how do I banish thee from whence you’ve came

so. funny story

i also have basketone shipkid i think i may need to be publicly executed (theyd be horrible divorced parents just trust me on this)

yeah. this is what ive been up to. fun

[syncstones]

Ancients your metals and dooms your yaoi all in one go

[raynecloud06]

Vague idea I have for a Project SEKAI AU; Mizuki Akiyama and Tsukasa Tenma as infamous phantom thieves, who are often used as the subjects of renowned painter Ena Shinonome's work.

[theonceandfuture]

Once & Future Infodump #1

500 years ago, the kingdoms of camelot and balor were one. camelot was ruled by a family of dragon shifters, notorious for their strong connection to magic, their kingdom lying deep within the darkling woods. balor, to the southeast, was ruled by the dragonlords, companions of the dragons that lived within both camelot and balor's borders. it is said that the peace between the kingdoms ceased when one man, known now only as the dragon king, the leader of the dragonlords, became too greedy, and desired the throne of the pendragon family as well as his own. (some sources argue that it wasn't the greed of the dragon king that motivated his actions, but the influence of a trickster god, but since the beginning of uther's reign, this knowledge has more or less been lost to time due to the purge of magic in camelot.)

the dragonlords used their unique abilities against the pendragons, twisting them to their will. as punishment for their cruelty, the gods had no choice but to intervene, (possibly because this problem was caused by the gods themselves, but who's to say?) and they struck the dragonlords, diminishing their numbers and dimming their power. the last of the dragonlords went into hiding for hundreds of years, keeping their ways to themselves and protecting the dragons from persecution. the pendragons thrived, though the dragon blood in their veins thinned over the years, naturally diluted by their mingling with humans. though it is still whispered that the pendragons retained many of these traits, despite no longer harnessing the ability to transform. in uther's time, the remaining dragonlords reunited with the pendragons, forming a friendship once again. but once again, the peace did not last between them...

some quick facts about dragon shifters:

the ability to transform into a dragon sticks around for about 5 generations

usually they are born like humans, but sometimes (say, like, 25% of the time?) they are hatched from eggs, much like actual dragons

most of the dragon shifters that have been around for the past century or so are related to the pendragons, hence why dragon shifters have disappeared (they can only copulate with humans, think of it kind of like how scientists think that the neanderthals disappeared)

some dragon shifters used to be created purely through magic (aka they have no genetic parents) and thus they would typically take on the appearance of the humans they grew up with in their human forms

anyway. that's what you needed to know in order to understand the joke i'm about to make. merlin was under the impression aithusa would probably look like him or gaius/freya because he assumed she was created through magic, but aithusa is actually a distant pendragon ancestor who's egg was preserved for centuries using magic!

thus, this image:

(aithusa is just arthur with albinism)

edit: corrected my language on this post! for those who may not be aware, "person with albinism" etc is a more respectful way to describe people with albinism as opposed to the way i said it before. here and here are my sources.

[cheezyharu]

Spitefully redesigned Pupa in a single day cause I can do that now I guess.

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

{ @praeteritus-memories in return for: 🐍 }

Hints of an amused smirk went to surface on the blonde's features as the other deflected his small bit of flattery, and while he had an objection loaded to give… Minato's attention was soon drawn towards the sleeping ball of fluff. Well damn, he did have a point… Setting aside the rising urge to boop the AllMate's snoot, his focus returned to the dog's owner.

"Okay, I'll admit you've got a point there. He is pretty cute." A soft chuckle followed those words, earlier ghosting smirk returning as a grin when he next spoke. "But~… I did mean you too." Clearly, he wasn't intent on letting Aoba weasel out of things that easily.

[graunblida]

lexa, if she were in thunderbolts: here's a fun question: does anyone know where that bitch valentina is? i just want to talk-

[1111-sunset-circle]

waking up late to your f/o having made you breakfast <3

[ofcrossrcads]

sometimes, with great power came getting really fucking cocky. it seemed she'd fallen into that trap after many long years of feeling nigh untouchable, no threat of demotion hanging over her head, and no one to answer to but her own desires. a nautiloid crashing through avernus pursued by gith dragonriders had been spectacle enough to draw her in, close enough to be snared by the ships ever-seeking tendrils, landing her in a damned tank, and a writhing tadpole in her skull.

she could still feel it, wriggling about behind her eye if she lingered on the thought -- and remaining confined, she had little to do BUT linger. she had thought herself above such petty mortal concerns as ceromorphosis at the hands of an illithid -- and now she would pay for her hubris, it seemed.

the illithid were more impressive than she'd known; despite all the power that had been at her fingertips mere moments ago, she found herself frustratingly and truly stuck. her magic could not breach the pod, and she could neither escape nor summon help. hells.

she had abandoned her futile attempts, resting a claw-tipped hand against the glass of her capsule, trying to discern the source of the sudden lurch and heave of the ship -- the gith perhaps ? had their assault grown more successful since her ----

------ her thoughts were interrupted by an explosion of flame through the room, one that seemed to destroy whatever mechanism had been keeping her prison sealed ! she could escape, and bring the fury of the nine hells down upon these thrice damned mind flayers that had thought to take her.

or that had been the plan, until the devil took a single step out of the infection pod, the sudden sensation of weakness hitting her like witchbolt from the blue, sending her crumpling to the nautiloid's floor, fangs bared in a silent snarl as the reality of the situation began to sink in: it was not just the pod that had restricted her. it seemed all but her most basic abilities were beyond her, at the moment.

cursing, she pulled herself to her feet, groaning with the effort she was so unused to spending. to be caught like this in the hells was a death sentence. lips curling in disdain, she pulled what power she had left to her, taking on her decidedly less devilish form and heading off towards what she was fairly certain was the sound of another pod hissing open. . .

( open bg3 starter ! let her meet your tav/muse on the ship so they can escape together? )

[tortoisesshells]

173.

[heyifinallyhaveablog]

Okay, super late post, on this tag by @vanderwoodlings . Sorry my love, I was visiting my family back in my hometown, and well, between my maternal home and my 'actual' marital home, I had my hands, and my brain super full.

So this is kind of an OC idea that I had off the top of my head. Note that this is just an idea that I have for a story, which isn't for a fandom per se. Kind of smutty (reminds me of the times I managed to write smut).

Also tagging: @chaanv , @vidhurvrika and @bleedinknight for sharing their WIPs.

'Ouch!' she giggled, wriggling in his arms, as he began kissing her neck, all the while holding her tightly to himself in that lone corner, amidst the wedding festivities.

She kept chortling uncontrollably as he continued flooding her with kisses, tightening his arms around her with every breath he took. Between his endless ground reports and fighting with the current administration, he had absolutely no time with his beloved, in what seemed like an eternity.

He stopped, all of a sudden.

'Ruku' he breathed, pressing himself hard against her.

'Let's get the fuck out of here.' he whispered.

He vigourously tugged at her hand.

'Not like this,' she resisted.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!, his heart leapt.

This certainly was getting better. Heaven knew, how he loved those little games she had a penchant for throwing in, everytime they got hot and heavy. It kept the tension going, elevated the stakes, and, oh! -

There was no telling what it did to the pleasure it brought them later when they -

'You want to let them know, don't you?'

They ran into the garden, still buzzing with a sizeable portion of the city's elite.

'Your father shall have my head for this,' he huffed.

She pressed herself closer to him, daring him to take the bait. Whatever their parents could do, would have to wait until, next afternoon, in the very least.

Or maybe the day after.

Sameer gladly obliged. There were a few shrieks here and there from the older people when they saw a pink-lehenga clad female being voraciously ravaged in the callous arms of the groom's best friend, in a tuxedo. A few younger people cheered when he threw his suit on the supremely primed, and mowed lawn.

The kisses and the heavy breathing continued as the guests watched them upping the ante. It was only when the strings of her blouse came loose, that she stopped him.

'Now!' her eyes twinkled as she heard the bouncers.

He swiftly lifted her off the ground, and broke into a run. He had outrun tens of reporters, while fighting off armed security personnel for his award winning ground reports, hence, this was pure cakewalk for him.

The winning smile on her lips told him that their night had just begun.

[shepcdr]

@forsalvo ∗ it's MAIA hours!!!

" MY ARMOUR SHOULD BE ABLE TO TANK IT. " thankfully, she spotted the greenish hue of glass through the low windows on the bunker's doors before any of them wandered too close. now shepard lowers his helmet over his, listening for the hiss as it locks into place, and he gives it a light upwards tug. just in case.

he knows better than to underestimate the potency of caustic's gas. he's seen the stuff eat through skin, clothes, metal. even now, something like mild nervousness churns his stomach as he eyes the doors. if nexus' armour manufacturers are worth the price they're paid, his should be reinforced enough to hold up against the gas ... or at least it should hold long enough to keep him breathing until he's resurfaced. the gas doesn't look especially concentrated — more like the lingering aftermath of a long-ago abandoned fight.

his gaze slides to maia ngata where she stands beside him, and his eyes glance over the blood drying thick into the fabric of her sleeve. come on, shepard. taking a walk through the bunker isn't the worst of what you've been through.

" i'll go in when you're far back enough ... do you need any supplies? — other than meds. " it's unlikely that anyone has passed through in ages. it's the perfect place to re-supply and to dig up any high quality weapons remaining ... if anything has survived the massacre that likely awaits him inside.

[yingren]

“ do you really hate me that much ? ” from jing yuan c:

feelings are complicated. ( accepting. )

“ hate is such a strong word, general. i prefer something a little... softer. ” ren is far too comfortable as he spreads out on the bed, sheets crumpled and wrinkly beneath him. jing yuan should know by now that there’s no reason for him to make this bed if he knows that he’s expecting company in the evening. it’s always in the evening, isn’t it? when ren has done enough laying around in his own place and the natural next step is to invade the privacy of a tired old friend. well, if one can even call them that. judging by jing yuan’s tone there might be something else brewing beneath that composed façade, something for ren to pick apart and dig his greedy hands into. & if he wanted to, he could. 

instead he rolls over on his side, flicking a piece of lint to the floor. it matters little how often he shows up here, how well he knows his way around this room and the owner of it. of course, there are still nights where sleeping is not an option and he stares at the patterned ceiling until the sun begins to rise. ren can’t properly recall all of the times he’s said something close to i hate you, probably because it was all in fleeting moments or delivered as bad jokes amidst explosions of irritation. jing yuan should know better, it’s not that hard to figure it out anyway, though maybe the old general likes to play into the whole naïve persona a little too much. if that’s the case, ren won’t hesitate to call him stupid for the 100th time. & he kind of wants to, but bites his tongue. 

despite it being such a simple question, ren struggles with finding an answer. a simple no might have satisfied the other but it leaves too much else unsaid. “ you’re doing that annoying thing again. ” he points out as if he is expecting jing yuan to know what he’s talking about this time. one hand motions for him to come closer, patting the empty spot on the bed & then he shifts to make room. “ you always stand around and wait for me to ask you to come over. annoying. ” if jing yuan had been close enough, this would have earned him a light punch to his shoulder. ren is not above expressing his irritation through ( what he likes to call ) gentle violence. it wouldn’t be the first time he tossed this man around anyway. & he really wants to do it again, but refrains. 

impatience takes over as soon as jing yuan is close enough and ren grabs him by his wrist to pull him closer. though he retracts his hand when the general takes a seat on the edge of the bed, offering a small glare in his direction. the gaze softens only when he speaks again, mainly because of the incredibly confusing look on jing yuan’s face. ren can’t discern what any of it means, if his countenance resembles grief, anger, sadness or something else. it irks him to not be able to tell, bothers him in ways only jing yuan knows how to. annoying, a voice in his head echoes again and a hand reaches out to poke at the other’s. it starts like that, just a small touch to bridge the gap between them, and then he finds himself silently lacing their fingers together, slotted into a soft grip. & he longs to offer more of himself, so he does. 

“ i only wonder what you think of me if you truly believe i could hate you. i feel a lot of things for you but none of them are hate, you should know this. ” his jaw is tense as he pauses, clenched as he inhales sharply and his gaze travels elsewhere. looking at anything other than jing yuan is better than having to stare at his face when he is asking for something ren has no idea how to convey. but he tries, he really does, and when he speaks again his voice is much quieter and gentler.  “ i don’t hate you, jing yuan. i love you quite a lot actually. then again, i guess i’d be insane not to. ”

[clockwork---heart]

“Are you sure you searched everywhere?“ @yang

"...Maybe... I don't know. I usually leave it in the kitchen when I take a shower, Blake."

They'd scoured the kitchen twice now, no sign of it. Clearly, Yang had either put it somewhere different, or some form of sabotage had occurred.

That or Ruby or Weiss had picked it up and moved it.

Not maliciously, of course. But sometimes they did it and didn't realize Yang wouldn't know where to look. They'd already cleared the livingroom and halls too... Maybe one of their rooms?

Ruby would probably put it in Yang's room because that was logical, huh?

[spiral-wizard]

Today I learned the name of the nice lady who runs the weigh station at the dump where I empty my shred truck. Moving up in the world

[homiebromantic]

does anyone in the Houston tx area want a PTV ticket? im trying to sell it but honestly i might just give it away if you can come. and if ur by urself u can hang with me and my crew maybe if u want 🥺🥺