#will fix later

[luminooni]

Feathery/post-chimera kabru.

[pokemon-npcs]

@snickeringdragon, @bread-into-toast

(referring to this post)

[shiyorin]

#A story about Fulgrim and his dear agent

#Reader is Imperial Agent

#Maybe cheesy, I don't know

Celebration raged within the Pride of the Emperor, lauding some recent victory you cared little for. But revelry meant relaxed protocols, a rare chance for reprieve from duty's rigors. And you partook freely, allowing carefree pleasures seldom indulged. Wine flowed rich and heady, loosening inhibitions with each quaff. Laughter came easier as night deepened, lashing you lighter and looser till worries dissolved on fermented tides.

A passing servant refilled your goblet unbidden, bearing a flagon of rare vintages from a paradise world. You sipped appreciatively, tension seeping from tightly-wound muscles under alcohol's warm caress. Drink flowed freely and you eagerly partook, letting wine-soaked revelry carry worries downstream. Hours passed in a haze, surroundings blurring yet warmth spreading through weary limbs. All too soon had bottles emptied, head spinning pleasantly as body sighed surrender.

Rising unsteady, you wandered in search of new diversion. Gaze drifted haphazard across boisterous crowds, latching upon lush plumage amid a flock of preening nobles. Your primarch, lord Perfect stood resplendent, holding court through honeyed words and flashing smiles that once stirred heartstrings.

"Bah, empty flatterers a lot." you grumbled, eyeing Fulgrim's patience enviously.

Memory floated vaguely, had you always found him so striking? Of course. He is lord primarch of III legion. Fulgrim the Perfect. Mind drifted as legs carried you ambling path ever closer, drawn as moth to glorious flame. Fulgrim noticed the approach, bidding flock disperse with practiced grace to spare privacy for he and you.

Fulgrim wrapping you in a steadying arm, concern lit amethyst eyes scanning for injury.

"My agent, have you been drinking again?" he sighed, exasperation battling amusement seeing you wobbling grin.

"My lord, you looked like you needed rescuing," you whispered. "From these swollen head simpletons with their incessant bleating!"

A flash of mischief lit Fulgrim's eyes, eagerly joining any plot to unsettle pomposity. "Indeed, though it seems I must rescue you now!"

Sweeping you up unceremoniously, he deposited you upon his massive arm, smirking at your unnoble like sprawl. You sagged against him, awash in heady scents of exotic perfumes. But then you began wriggling restlessly, limbs flailing with drunken kittenish abandon.

Fulgrim grunted, fighting to maintain balance beneath your inebriated writhing. "My dearest, do cease your fussing or I'll drop you amongst these peacocks!"

You merely giggled uncontrollably, squirming ceaselessly in his chest, nuzzling into it as warmth spread through chilled form. An itch arose beneath the skin, demanding satisfaction. You writhed against him, kneading clawed grip along sculpted arm. A purr rose in your chest, desire demanding release something.

Fulgrim sighed, resigning himself to an undignified struggle until balance prevailed once more.

At last you stilled, slumping bonelessly against Fulgrim's chest. He peered down into your flushed. His fingers stroking your spine in a manner at once soothing yet stirring ominous lusts within.

"Never a dull moment with you, my dearest. Come, let us away before you cause more trouble."

Scooping you close once more, Fulgrim departed. Your laughter is fading into the distance still.

Fulgrim sighed as you squirmed restlessly against his chest, shredding silk robes in an unconscious frenzy before gradually subsiding into exhausted slumber. He gently brushed tangled locks across silk folds now rumpled. Strange to find such unbridled potency contained within frail mortal flesh.

One delicate finger traced your lips, split and swollen from conflict yet no less exquisite. A token caress, but you stirred against him with low purr, seeking warmth instinctively. Fulgrim smiled softly. His touch trailed lower, tracing delicate collarbones bared by rumpled silk, feeling heartbeat quicken.

You sighed drowsily but not stirred from a reluctant nest. Fulgrim paused, gently easing free from rumpled silks cocooning your form, Fulgrim lifted you into strong arms. Your head lolled bonelessly onto silk-clad shoulder. His steps carried both through winding halls to lavish chambers sealed from curious eyes.

Soft silks and plush furs welcomed weary forms, Fulgrim settling you lightly upon awaiting down. You stirred briefly but exhaustion held fast, sighing content as Fulgrim joined you casually amidst luxuries gleaming in lamplight’s golden glow.

One arm curled about your slight waist proprietarily, fingers tracing subtle contours while imagination spun fantasies still. Fulgrim smiled faintly. Your skin bared awaiting revelation by caring touch. He closed eyes languidly.

[greasydumbfuck]

i hate drawing people interacting why are their hands weird like that and i dont like his FACE. goodnight

[flemmboyant]

poll deleted bc i realized there's 67 movies on there and not 66. sad!

[mariatesstruther]

When Joel’s settled in and he and Maria are on their way to becoming best friends, they dedicate their free time to teasing Tommy whenever they can. Joel tells her all the embarrassing stories from when Tommy was younger that he was too embarrassed to tell his wife, and Maria tells him stories from more recent, like how he embarrassed himself when he started flirting with her.

Also, Joel totally makes joking comments like ‘Tommy, you’re just lucky you met her first’

okay anon. bestie. i literally screamed at this it is 7 am and i at squealing like a pig in my bedroom rn because YES. JOEL FLIRTING WITH MARIA TO BOTHER TOMMY?? FUCK YES. so so so funny to me

i tried to write a little fic to show how similar and funny joel and maria would be together regarding teasing or chewing out tommy, and anon because this gave me joy, i hope i can return the favor with this!

this is what i’d imagine it would be like if both joel and maria had to deal with an injured tommy:

“Tommy goddamn Miller!” Joel bellows, because of fuckin’ course he does. Goddamn drama queen.

“Oh, here we go.”

“Did I not tell you five times, you stupid goddamn idiot, that the Davis’s fuckin’ roof was too unstable for us to fix?”

“Joel, I know. I got a broken fuckin’ leg here already. You really don’t need to—“

“And did I not repeat myself three times when I said I think we should wait on fixing the leak until we can find a way to reinforce the structure?”

“…”

“Well?”

“…”

“Did I not say that three fuckin’ times, Tommy?”

“Apparently you did, Joel.”

“Then why don’t you go on and explain to me, God, and all the nurses in here why in the hell you would decide to just mosey on up there anyways?”

“I wasn’t trying to—! I thought I coul—,”

“You thought you could? You thought you could, right, okay. Do you remember when you thought you could jump off of the Dillon’s roof, drunk off your ass at your graduation party?”

“It was into their pool!”

“It was stupid, is what is was. You had three compound fractures, Tommy. You got a fuckin’ concussion —I’m not arguing about that again, for fuck’s sake.”

“You brought it up.”

“Tommy.”

“What?”

“Tommy.”

“Okay, okay! M’Sorry, sorry, geez! I thought I could at least get high enough to see what needed repairing from the top without getting too close to the weak spot, okay? How was I supposed to know the whole goddamn roof would come down?”

“I fuckin’ told you I thought the roof might come down yesterday, Tommy.”

“Oh, really? You did? How many times?”

Joel gave him a flat look. “You’re not funny.”

“My niece would beg to differ. Where is she, anyway?”

“Still out cleanin’ the stables with Jesse and Dina. Should be here soon, though. I asked a nurse to find her and tell her to meet us here.”

“Oh, come on, Joel, don’t! That’s just gonna worry her! I’m fine!”

“You’re in an infirmary bed, Tommy, with a broken goddamn leg. You ain’t fuckin’ fine.”

“Yeah, well, the Dillon’s pool was way worse.”

“Wha—No it wasn’t! Either way, you shouldn’t have fuckin’—I am not gonna argue with you about that again—,”

“Tommy Miller!” Maria’s voice, a dangerous mixed of urgently worried and pissed off, interrupts Joel’s ranting.

“Shit,” Tommy mumbles once, just before she comes in. Joel smirks pointedly at him, which he chooses to ignore. He tries his best to give her a charming smile, the one that usually works to at least soften her up a bit. “Uh, hey Hone—“

“Don’t fucking hey Honey me, you fuckin’ Miller! You fell through a goddamn roof?”

“No! Or, er—not really. Kind of.”

“What the fuck do you mean, kind of?”

“Well, first off, I’m completely oka—“

“You have a broken leg, Tommy.”

“Shut up, Joel, I’m mostly fine—,”

“What happened?” Maria interrupts them again.

“Well. Technically, uh—,”

“Technically he fell off the roof, ma’am. Piece he was usin’ to climb up wasn’t stable, so he slipped. Slid straight off it, I heard—,”

“Fuck off, Joel.”

“Which is actually worse for you than falling straight down, I think. Technically.”

“I swear to God, Joel, you better shut your stupid mouth, or I’ll—,”

“Or you’ll what? What’re you gonna do, roundhouse kick me on one leg?”

“I’ll kick you somewhere, that’s for fuckin’ sure—,”

“Boys,” Maria stopped them.

“Sorry,” they both mumbled sheepishly.

Maria just closed her eyes, heaving out a sigh and putting her face in her hands.

Tommy grimaced at her rare show of stress. She often didn’t like letting anyone see her worry, not even him and Joel, despite how close the three have become. “Really, baby. It’s okay. I’m just fine.”

“It’s okay, I’m just fine,” she mocks sarcastically, accent at all. It makes Joel laugh, as always, which at least brings a small smile to her fact. “Tommy. You’re in a hospital bed with a broken leg, and Esther just told me you might have a concussion. You’re not fine.”

Joel gives him a pointed look at the repeat of his own words from earlier, and Tommy has to resist sticking out his tounge. Still, he can’t quite bring himself to complain about their smothering—not in the face of this much love. He shuts up and accepts it.

[lost-where-the-forest-would-grow]

after a long and arduous experiment I have concluded that sending cat pictures into peoples inbox is great fun. 10/10 would recommend

[rayraygo1267]

Nathalie’s name is spelled "Sancoeur," not "Sancouer." I've noticed you spell it as the second one.

It stands for the French "Sans," without, and "Coeur," heart.

"Couer," is not a word.

Whoops my computer sometimes just autocorrects without me noticing — I’ll fix that for future posts. Thanks for bringing this to my attention :)

[esserisupremi-a]

Bonnie's full name is Bonnie Sheila Athena Rose Bennett - Dandridge

Bonnie's birthday is February 5th, she was born in 1991 and currently 32 years old. She works as a teachers assistant , working with young witches and warlocks who have both autism and dyslexia .

Her mother is Abigail Bennett ( Bennett witch turned vampire ) and Vincent Dandridge ( warlock/ turned white-lighter post death ), she was born to both in Mystic Falls Virginia.

She has a younger sister Brittney. They are a year apart and share the same birthday.

After being abandoned by her father, mother and step-father, Bonnie ( and Brittney ) was left to be raised by her grams and gramps.

Bonnie is not only a Bennett witch but also a white - lighter. She’s actually trying to adjust to her growing powers as one.

Quite recently Bonnie and Brittney found out about the sovereign side of their paternal family. Bonnie continues to be in denial ( unlike her sister ) about it.

Bonnie has a feline companion named Rajah. He was a gift from Lucy to help with her abandonment problems.

Bonnie loves plants. Granted, she also loves flowers but plants are what she collects the most.

As selfless as she is, Bonnie has learned how to say no over the years ( with the help of her sister Brittney and cousin Lucy ). Being used by ex’s and friends, she had enough and simply decided no more.

Her grimoire is her favourite book. She loves to learn about and create new spells.

From her gramps, Bonnie learned how to cook various of things. From breakfast dishes to dinner entrees.

Also from her gramps Bonnie learned how to play the piano and guitar.

Her favorite Disney movie is Aladdin.

Bonnie is allergic to parsley, wolfsbane, almonds, bees ( but she loves them ) and frogs.

She loves nature documentaries. Ones about creatures in the ocean will have her the most tuned in.

She is a hopeless romantic. It takes a special someone to unlock that part of her heart.

[stillebesat]

I'm temporarily disabling Anon asks to avoid getting spammed.

[spacerockband]

Quetzalcoatlus! poised to spear her prey!

[next2hue]

help

[duckydrawsart]

*softens ur commander* <3 :)

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT Text) Happy very, very late Mother's Day!

I am not saying that zuko is sokkas substitute for kya. or they look in any way similar! The whole concept here is that something was happening at the moment, be it how they were laying in bed, how the hair pooled over the pillow, or how sokka was able to hold onto it. It just brought sokka back. It triggered a memory, and suddenly he relived a brief memory. Making him suddenly miss his mother again. hope you enjoy!

[gildui]

[mymarifae]

dess is the knight. here's why

so, i keep seeing people arguing and being unsure who/what the knight is. lots of people saying that it's carol, or that it's actually none of the holidays and is just connected to them somehow. meanwhile i'm 99.99999999% certain it is in fact DESS. and you know what bumped my certainty levels up from like 75% to that 99.99999999%? gerson.

the dark world was able to use his dust to revive him for a time. he was perfectly himself, and he was in this sort of... limbo state of being a darkner and a lightner. but his funeral rites were followed correctly, minus actually burying his urn. so let's ask ourselves: what happens when the funeral rites aren't followed correctly?

what if they CAN'T be? what if the death is so sudden and horrible and her dust is lost? ... what if a fraction of her dust attaches itself to an object that does not correctly resonate with her soul? what if that's all that you have left of her? this incongruent amalgamation of her-but-not-her? do you throw the object away? no, that's your daughter. your childhood best friend. you're going to cling to the little bit you still have of her and try to bring the rest of her back. let the world end if it must; she's more important.

knight carol immediately falls apart for me for two big reasons, and one is simply that this is not what a lightner would look like in the dark world.

this is a lost, twisted being. this is the other side of the scale gerson was on, of near-simultaneously being a lightner and a darkner.

the other reason i can't buy into knight carol is that the knight was already waiting for susie and kris in the dark world while carol was at home grounding noelle. can the woman teleport? exist in two places at once? no. it's just not her.

anyway, plotholes in knight carol theory aside, there are SO many visual clues that the knight is at least a fraction of dess. if you weren't paying close attention - and good chance you weren't because you had bullets to dodge - you might have interpreted the knight's sword as just a sword. and then later, in noelle's house, you run into carol's katana and it's like, woah wait a SWORD?! that is intentional misdirection. the knight's sword is not a Sword. it's a bat.

here i have a handy and very painstakingly detailed chart just for you

real life + in-game katana vs the knight's "sword" vs real life bats. note the bottom of the knight's sword jutting out in one direction and how the real life black bat does the same thing.

katanas are also not wielded with one hand. the correct posture is with two

now, look how the knight swings her "sword":

if you manage to "win" the fight in chapter three, susie attacks the knight head-on, and chips the sword

and, oh, huh would you look at that-

interesting coincidence. also, the knight turns into a baseball-looking ball multiple times

one more thing. this stained glass window design in the church. it's dess standing below the titan she now shares a body silhouette with

(pardon the shaky outlines i refuse to turn on my tablet right now but hopefully that helps you see what i'm talking about if you couldn't at first)

and this isn't even getting into how dess's song is incorporated into the knight's battle theme. we finally met our girl, guys. it's her