#((yup! modern! ^.^))

[mossmx]

Quick, while bbc merlin is trending!! have this random old study sketch I did of florist!Percival with tattoo-artist!Gwaine!!!

[greatstormcat]

Anyone who spends ten minutes or more with the 141 automatically know Soap is a feral, attention loving like freak, but what they usually miss is that Gaz, the softly spoken Sergeant, is the real freak.

Kyle Garrick is not only the one who usual gets Soap mired in shenanigans, and keeps him topped up with booze at the bars, he is also the one who steps in to smooth things over when the Scotsman over steps.

“Ah, I’m sorry my friend spilt his drink on you. Let me get you another….?”

“Yeah he is a bit loud, why don’t we go outside and get some fresh air…?”

“It’s a bit crowded in here, how about we go back to your place…?”

His smile and charm win everyone over, especially when contrasted against Soap’s brashness. No one ever says no to his naturally charming smile, his velvety voice and clever wit. It’s impossible to turn him down, even when you find yourself sandwiched between the two men in the back of a car, or on a sofa.

It’s seems like a perfectly natural thing to agree that they both show you a good time, that they both get to make you feel good. That smile on those lips, those lips on yours, it’s all as good as he said it would be.

In the morning, you even make them both breakfast just so you can hear him thank you.

No one ever suspects Gaz, and that’s precisely how he wants to keeps it.

[aghw18]

Uni au

"Time to wake up, Bee, i know you don't wanna be late"

"....5 more minutes"

[1driedpersimmon]

Octopath scribblies

[vivisectedvitality]

whiffed it the first time, so lets try again

reblog if you vote :]

[neverendingsourceofmystery]

Sailing Close to the Wind|| One: Chasing Rainbows and Spinning Dreams

*takes a deep breath* *opens laptop* *blows ever so softly*

*coughs*

Hello everyone, I bet you didn't think I would ever come back to write more Downton stuff. Maybe an update from me isn't in your 2024 bingo card. Not gonna lie, I'm just as surprised as you are. I've been gone for far longer than I ever was here, but I guess, prodigal children always find their way home.

YES. This is an update. I know.

In light of the new movie announcement, I made a trip down memory lane, and was inspired by one of my old fics. Not that my writing from five years ago was ever inspiring, really. Anyway, it was supposed to be a one shot, and so I felt like I was in under no obligation to add more, but add more, I shall do.

*steadfastly ignores the 300 other cobert fanfics I am supposed to update*

To my surprise as well as yours, this one had an interesting and very polite demand for more, and honestly, if I wasn't so neck deep in law school, I would have given this a go earlier. Of course, I chose the most inopportune time -- when I'm in over my head, drowning, in bar review and prep -- to finish this piece. But whatever. It was therapeutic. I do suggest you read the prologue first, again -- here or here-- because I doubt any of you still remember this. This one's a long one that I just had to get out of my system, because studying about my country's system is the equivalent of pouring bleach all over my brain.

I would like to say as early as now however, that as I have already mentioned earlier, I am in the middle of bar prep, so the updates are probably going to be few and far in between, if at all, towards the middle of this year. Not that it's anything new where I'm concerned. But I shall endeavor to finish before the end of year or the end of the world, at least, whichever comes first.

.::.

One

Chasing rainbows and Spinning Dreams

"Can it possibly beThe future for me is you…Wait until I can tell you all my schemesChasing rainbows spinning dreamsTell me please your name”  - Tell me your name, Jose Mari Chan

The silence in the room was so loud that one could hear a pin drop – as the old adage went, anyway, – and for one brief second, Cora found herself questioning if her boss was all right in the head. Maybe she had lost her mind after all the stress and was now clinically insane. 

That, after all, was the only logical explanation to her even remotely suggesting this.

Cora looked away from her boss, wondering what she should do or say next, when her gaze met the eyes of the man on the other side of the room. Robert, that’s what Rosamund said, but Cora already knew that. There was nary a soul in this entire company who didn’t. He rarely made any appearance, but he’s never missed one company party and his name was always on everybody’s lips. 

Cora could still – though she would never say it out loud or admit it – remember the first time she had seen the esteemed Mr. Robert Crawley. It had been during her first company Christmas party. She was new, a new hire fresh from her internship, and she’d been so young and so infatuated by the piercing blue eyes that barely looked her way even once in the party. He’d been caught up, talking to the big wigs, to his sister, and their other colleagues and didn’t have time for the little Miss Americana that was Cora. Not that Cora had minded very much, she was content with sipping her wine and admiring Mr. Crawley from afar. 

He was handsome and his laugh was loud and boisterous, although hardly offensive. He spoke to Mr. Carson and his wife, Mrs. Elsie Hughes-Carson, who both worked with them at the company, like they were old friends – with respect and authority, but with clear affection. Cora could have only hoped, at that time, to be treated the same.

Now, here she was, sitting in the office of her boss, having been just told that she should marry the CEO of the company she’s working for so she can stay in London. She felt like she needed more ruminating about the “brilliant idea” of the boss in question, but she figured there wasn’t really even enough time to ruminate that. It was insane. That, in her mind, should count as a red flag right? That her boss was insane?

“Well?” Rosamund started to speak, though she looked just a little bit nervous, or anxious, or maybe it was self-realization – Cora could only hope for the last. “It’s such an unmusical way of putting things, brother.” She cleared her throat and nodded anyway. Clearly, any hopes of sanity were dashed at this point. “I was suggesting a convenient marriage with a deadline…if you’re amenable, of course.”

More here or here.

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Spit-take (supershort)

Arya felt her eyebrow twitch involuntarily as her mother reached for her mug of tea, for all intents and purposes looking oblivious to the slight she had dealt. They both knew, though, that the comment was the gentlest the queen could have given, out of line though it was, and completely and utterly intentional.

The younger elf suppressed a sigh. Islanzadí was…trying. She’d give her that much.

…That didn’t mean she had to pull her own punches, though.

“Speaking of family….” Arya picked up her own mug as Islanzadí began to drink, a quiet hum of acknowledgement the only sign that the woman was listening. “It’s a bit late, but Uncle Ki-Ki told me to tell you he said hi.”

Arya didn’t even blink as the queen of the elves, monarch to her entire race, promptly spewed tea a good six feet in what was honestly one of the most impressive spit takes the young elf had seen in her century on this earth.

“He also said some other things, but I don’t think I should repeat them in polite company.” Arya muttered into the rim of her mug. Beside her Islanzadí sputtered and coughed, eyes so wide her daughter half wondered if they would fall out of her damn head. “Did you really believe Brom killed him, alone, in single combat? Please.” 

[radioactivedragonbones]

Cleaned up/finished my sketch of x-country ski lodge Hiccup, from my AU where Stoic owns a like winter vacation lodge & a couple cabins in the mountains. (Literally just the lodge/environment from Nancy Drew & The White Wolf of Icicle Creek if it were owned by Stoic.) I can 100% picture Hic as a Biathlon Kid TM. He works & lives at the lodge at the lodge, mostly during the busy tourism season (winter).

Pls for the love of gawd click for the full version tumblr made it so blurry hhhhhhhh

[navnae]

Eddie would definitely create a troll account on Instagram just to make Steve mad and comment under his posts with the stupidest thing he could think of. Since Steve is terrible with social media he doesn’t know how to block people or delete comments, that leads to constant visits to Eddie’s house whenever Steve sees a comment that he doesn’t like and Eddie will take the time to delete it.

Eventually Steve catches on to what Eddie is doing and he wonders how long he will keep it up.

[dawnthread]

that cosplay feel when you gaze long and hard at the toned body of an anime prettyboy (with sword)...

... to work out the construction of his goddamn turtleneck.

[tragicotps]

x

[alchemistdetective]

When was the last time you were filled with Rage?

Anything involving Helia.

Probably quite recent with her little intervention involving Rowan, Touri, and a certain cosplaying Eri back in Halloween.

Nonconsensual rape is a VERY good way to set him off, especially when he's trying to feed on a monthly basis.

You may be his target, but whether you end up in a coma or actual death depends on what you do prior to him noticing and going after you.

Anything involving her being an orphan. She's been made fun of it way too much, that all she could do is smile and wave.

Thankfully, these kind of things haven't happened in Gensokyo yet.

Anything and everything threatening her home, Chireiden. People making fun of her is something she can brush off, but mock Satori or Chireiden, and she WILL come after you.

... That said, these kind of things are uncommon, especially since she's in Former Hell, and because of Former Hell's reputation... well...

Antis.

I don't think this needs to be ellaborated.

[kamenrideryeets]

hello LightningBug shippers

[thelittlefanpire]

these ruins are not our home

by thelittlefanpire

The 100 | Blake Siblings + Bellarke | Modern Mythology AU

Lost in a war they shouldn’t have started, the Blake siblings were revered as gods in Arkadia, but Bellamy and Octavia awake to find themselves mere mortals in a strange new world.

[a series of unfinished fics—36/50]

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Really dumb modern au one for Estinien and Agni. Estinien can't find esme in the apartment and he practically upended the entire place till he spots baby Esme sleeping in the laundry basket. She has crawled into the laundry basket with all the clean clothes freshly warmed from the dryer

"ESME! ESME!!!!" Estinien shouted, running up the stairs at the Varlineau home in Ishgard. "ESME!!!!"

What the fuck?!?! "Love, what on earth--" The boys have finally settled down after chasing each other for nearly an hour. PLEASE.

He ducked into the playroom, his pale blue eyes frantic. "I can't find Esme. She surely couldn't have gotten out right? The doors are locked!"

Agnes blinked. "She can't even reach the door knobs, love, and I'm sure she's fine and safe. There's no need to shout for her, okay?"

Pip toddled to his father and raised his arms. "Up, Bapa!!!!"

Sighing, Estinien picked him up and kissed his head. "Hullo son. You know I worry about them, but I can't find her. We have the gates up," BEST GIFTS EVER, THANKS SERAFINA! "So she can't have gone far on this floor, but--"

"BUTT! BUTT! BUTT!" Laure, Marc, and Hami chanted, now back to chasing each other. "BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT!"

"Yes, my little loves---butts are very funny!" Agnes giggled as Hami ran into her. "Do any of you know where Esme might be?"

After dodging Marc, Laure clapped. "Esme's in Mummy and Bapa's room!"

...why is she in our room?! Before Agnes could say anything, Estinien put Pip back on the ground and bolted down the hall to their bedroom. I guess I didn't lock that door, huh? "Come on, my little loves! Let's go after Bapa!"

The boys and Agnes (after a few minutes of Hami hugging me---he's so sweet) moseyed to the master bedroom, where she nearly burst out laughing.

In the basket of clean laundry there lay Esme, sound asleep and clutching one of her father's shirts. Estinien was on his knees, breathing several sighs of relief.

"B-Bapa?" Esme yawned, still holding onto his shirt. "Mummy?"

"And us, Es!!!!" Marc shouted, darting towards his sister. "Why'd you come in here?"

"It's nice." She whispered as she smiled softly. "Wanna cuddle."

Estinien picked up his daughter and held her close. "We can just don't wander off, okay? And if you want a nap, please tell us."

Yes, don't give your poor father a heart attack. I swear, everyone thought I'd be the one freaking out all the time...but no, it's my beloved husband!

[advent-march]

My toxic trait is, regardless of the fandom or characters, I will always cross it over with all for the game