#PUN NOT INTENDED I PROMISE

[existencebringsonlypain]

OH FUCK DESS IS SHORT FOR DECEMBER AND THAT'S WHY NOELLE FROZE UP I CAN'T BELIEVE I MISSED THAT THE FIRST TIME AROUND

[buildoblivionthenwewilltalk]

ch-ch-changes

[fan-fricking-fiction]

Pit babe ft. commentary textposts (6)

other Pit babe posts <3

[astarionposting]

1999. 1/2

Hold me close and say you care, cause I'm in love with your brown hair; The way you touch me is a curse, and I'm not willing to let it all hurt.

did a spicy rolan set... part 2 is a bit more so it might get flagged i dunno :(

[justlookatthosesausages]

This is going to sound preposterous but I really hope that the One Piece live action series will mark the beginning of a new era. I hope it will make big numbers and be acclaimed by fans, because it will teach hollywood and entertainment monopolies that when one takes time and involves the right people to make a live adaptation of a huge franchise, it always pays off.

I'm wishing for the moon here but I want stupid marketers to get it. I may not be a fan of One Piece at all, it'd be an honor in 20 years from now to say that they walked so many other good adaptations could run.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[bewarethemoonlads]

my favorite dialogue of Astarion getting dunked on pt. 1

[romana-colasour]

[inafieldofdaisies]

OCs as Archetypes | uquiz | Tagged by @rhettsabbott @g0dspeeed @voidika and @imogenkol

Lover: You are so full of love and light; you value the people around you more than anything. I hope you find what you're looking for. I hope you find the right people at the right time and that your world is full of love; I hope your love is returned to you, properly, and that you don't ever get too hurt (because you're prone to it, aren't you?). You deserve that, you deserve the world. I wish you the best. Also, I'm serious, read the last lines of the minecraft end poem if you haven't, I think you'll like it.

Villain: I know some of them pity you. They think you must be exhausted carrying around that much resentment, that much anger. I know what you did, though, what it must have taken to get here. You had no fall from grace; you walked into the pit, eyes open, feet planted firmly on the staircase. And so be it. It's an effective lifestyle, if you're willing to commit to it. I'm sure you'll get where you're going. And then they'll see, they'll all see--because that's what's important, isn't it?

Hero: The hero in a relative sense, anyhow. You have your moments of weakness, but you're the best one for the job. Or the only one that wants it. Golden child, high aptitude, natural leader, whatever it may be--you've grown used to being favored, to being the best. You walk a fine line and you'll lose yourself to insanity if you aren't careful. You know that, though. It began to dawn on you a long time ago what you've gotten yourself into.

Ghost: You seem to think you're the villain. I don't think that you are. I don't know why you'd want to be, either. There is always love and light if you look for it and I think you would enjoy that, if you would let yourself be a part of that world instead of haunting it from beyond the glass. It really isn't much fun to be a villain, but I think you know that. It's easier, sure, than trying to be a good, happy person, but it isn't as much fun. The cool aesthetics only make up for so much.

Starlet: Deeply, you understand beauty--what it is to possess it, to surround yourself in it, to be consumed by it. It's better, isn't it? To create your own world full of lights and glamour than to live in reality with the rest of us? It's like living in a movie. You win, by the way. This is your movie, you're our star. Be careful, though, getting too far from reality. It gets more and more difficult to come back, and you've got to, at some point.

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[extraordinarilyextreme]

MLCB Concert: XSY's Farewell

In truth, I really don’t like this part, because it also represents that we are bidding our characters farewell for good.

In the morning, when I was getting my makeup done - in an instant, I returned to that summer. I felt that, to be together with good friends, and then having experienced as sweltering a summer as that…

Such an ardently hot-blooded jianghu was presented to everyone; to stand here today-- Because… Because, during the time of Mysterious Lotus Casebook’s initial broadcast, everyone and all the lianluorens must also be thanked. I know there must have been a lot of difficulties when it was first broadcasted, right? To have reached this step today, I think is already very good. I think it is a result of every person’s hard work.

Just now, when we were off-stage, Yan-laoshi said something I really like; in an instant, I lost my composure. I don’t think fate is something that will come with enough waiting, or something that can be insisted on having. It’s when there comes a day where we stand together and work hard to strive toward a common goal. The sentiments of that moment, I feel, last forever.

I hope, however many years later, everyone is still together - that lianluorens can still be together. Thank you, everyone. This summer, thank you to every person. Thank you to all my good companions; thank you, every single person.

Di Feisheng! Until we meet again!

【莲花楼演唱会】 Mysterious Lotus Casebook Concert - 20230916

江湖路远   山高水长  祝 「繁华」 似锦！ The roads of the jianghu stretch far; the mountains are lofty, and the rivers are long. I wish your future to be as splendid as an embroidered tapestry! 「追光」 而行  不负初心  愿 永生难忘！ Chase the light as you journey; live up to the original intentions of your heart. I hope this will be unforgettable for your lifetime!

Any mistakes are my own.

[the-darklings]

56 dream/wanderer 👀 ?

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56. What do they do to turn the other on/put them in the mood?

For Dream, I imagine it's the little things. But especially when Wanderer is affectionate, more physical than he would permit himself to be, leaving him starved for more, more, more. The way he senses her heated breath on his neck, the way she sometimes speaks into the crook of his throat -- searing, wet exhales each time, laying a kiss here or skimming her lips there. Something in the way her body leans into his, solid and enticing without trying, or the way there's such quiet adoration in the way she folds his name with her tongue -- or names, since for her, he is many things, many faces, all of them she has known for a thousand years. There is a way she deliberately looks at him across the room when they have company or duties to attend to sometimes; lids heavy, lips parted, a small smile teasing over the edges of her mouth. Something hot and wanting snakes through the usually cold cavity in his chest. There are many names for what he feels and wants from his stardust, but he rather show them to her than speak them.

For Wanderer, it's the moments where he brushes behind her. How his grip turns commanding or protective, and there is an air about him, sometimes, that of an Endless, that prickles her skin and shortens her breaths. How deep and soothing his voice is while he spins her kingdoms, and daydreams, and do you know what you do to me, stardust? There is that rumbling power that enfolds her like his starlit coat does, the way he finds a way to steal her into every darkened corner and graze more than his lips across her skin. The way she senses the shudder in his form when she uses her teeth or calls his name in a particularly breathy, sweet way. The way he sometimes gazes down at her from his throne, and in his star-like eyes, she sees herself up there with him, and none of it is holy. How he keeps insisting, devout and hungry, into her flesh that there could be two thrones up on that platform, but she rather likes the perks of just the one.

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[kittttycakes]

[blurb] heart to heart, as lovers do

summary: It’s easy to forget that Morpehus isn’t really human, but a quiet moment reminds her that this is, indeed, the case. She and Hob can’t really say they mind. 

contents: Morpheus x reader x Hob Gadling, she/her reader, third person POV, no use of Y/N, fluff, human shaped but not human Morpheus, 0.6k

notes: written for the prompt “heartbeat” for my promptober 2022 self challenge

She finds it comforting, the sound of a lover’s heartbeat under her ear, the gentle unceasing rhythm - I am alive, I am alive, I am alive.

Hob is used to it by now, but Morpheus is still new enough to their shared bed not to realize how deeply seriously she takes the moments after, tangling her limbs with the two of theirs and making it terribly inconvenient to leave the bed until she deigns to let go.

Her head rests on Morpheus’s chest, one arm thrown over him to reach Hob. She’s gently running her fingers through Hob’s hair when she pauses, sitting up abruptly and looking down at the two of them.

“You haven’t got one,” she says, tone caught somewhere between puzzled and concerned, before leaning back down to place her head against his chest once more. “It’s so quiet.”

“He hasn’t got one what?” Hob asks, eyes half closed already and only half paying attention.

“A heartbeat,” she replies, propping herself up slightly to look down at Morpheus, who looks vaguely amused at this exchange.

“Of course he’s got a heartbeat,” Hob says, eyes opening again. “Everyone does.”

“He doesn’t. Here, listen.” She half tugs Hob over, a motion which is helped along more than a little by Morpheus himself, who seems content to let this exchange play out over him as it may.

After a moment, Hob is forced to concede: there is not, in fact, an audible heartbeat below his head, no matter how he turns it. He rests his chin on Morpheus’s chest, looking up at him. “She’s right. You haven’t got one.”

Morpheus’s expression remains amused as he reaches down to brush back an errant strand of Hob’s hair. “I do not need a heartbeat.”

Hob looks unimpressed by this explanation. “Next you’re going to tell me that you don’t need to breathe.”

Morpheus raises an eyebrow, and his chest ceases its steady rise and fall. Hob waits, and she watches beside him, studying Morpheus’s face for any signs of discomfort as the seconds tick by, then a minute, then two.

“This whole time, you’ve never even needed to breathe?” she asks, incredulous. She sits up fully, sheets pooling in her lap. “I’ve seen you breathing and I’ve certainly felt it. Have you been faking it this whole time?”

“I’ve been told it can be…disconcerting, in mixed company, if I do not,” he replies carefully.

Hob rolls to his back again, stretching. “I forget sometimes, you know. That you aren’t, technically, human. It’s the logical extension, I suppose, of you not needing to eat, or sleep. I probably should have guessed it by now.”

“How on earth could you have guessed it? I wouldn’t have,” she says, laying back down, head on Morpheus’s chest again, once more rising and falling slowly with each breath, as she looks over at Hob.

“Haven’t you noticed? We match. Watch.” Hob breathes in, and so does Morpheus. He exhales, and the other man’s chest falls in tandem. “I thought it was just proximity, synchronizing with the people close to you, which is a very human thing to do—” He cuts himself off with a yawn, settling back into the pillows, and doesn’t continue.

“You mean to tell me, that this entire time, you’ve been matching your entirely unnecessary breathing to Hob, just so neither of us noticed that you don’t actually have to breathe?” She looks up at Morpheus, eyebrows raised.

“Not the entire time,” he replies. “You and I have been alone together, without Hob, and at those times, I’ve matched yours.”

What does it say about her, that her own breath catches at that, that there is something romantic in it, to her, even unintentionally? She settles against him again instead, willing to let the conversation lull—Hob is, after all, already more asleep than not again beside them—and nearly jumps when she hears it: a heartbeat, soft and steady, under her ear.

[muzzlemouths]

dead mall dare crumb for the soul

[ace-of-spaders]

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[florshedworf]

im rambling about the damn phones again

II SPOILERS‼️‼️‼️

this’ll probably be properly answered in the next or future eps but mephone’s age is so confusing to me. obviously you could just believe what steven cornelius cobbus says but then also apply the same logic to 3gs.

3gs is a YEAR older than mephone4, are they also a child? are all mephones considered children???

and here’s an even more damning example, THESE FUCKING TWO

THEY ARE A MARRIED COUPLE. AND ARE 2-3 YEARS YOUNGER THAN MEPHONE4‼️‼️

the most vile and fucked up conclusion i can come to is that the fucking cornhead PROGRAMMED mephone to be eternally a child. something something “high advanced emotion emulator”

BUT ALSO ANSWER ME‼️‼️ ANSWER ME LEST MY SLEEP BE DREAMLESS AND SOUR‼️‼️‼️‼️

[spacephrasing]

i wasn't gonna post this here but idc man i'm posting this everywhere, my debut ep is coming out june 1st and you can presave it now :-)