#SO UH. YEAH.

[les4lesbushfire]

also, i've realized i've played through shield twice more, so here's the orientation hcs for the gym leaders + champion leon. :3

[davy-zeppeli]

not great when you're walking home to witness a very delusional rough looking man approach a woman in front of you and she has to dodge him, and then when you walk past you see him start following you and then the police show up and fucking tackle him 👍

[xehanortsreport]

anyone else semi-regularly daydream about sucking warm blood outta someone's neck like an unpleasant capri sun or is that just me

[chuuyanaurkahara]

LISTEN, I HAVE A HARD TIME WRITING DOWN MY THOUGHTS

[deeisace]

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[voidendron]

I hate jugg tanking

so. so

much 😭

it feels so clunky and slowwwww. I know assassin is the squishiest of the three, but I survive SO much better on a sin cause I actually know how to play it

*this message is brought to you by a disgruntled Oliver who was told to jugg tank because of reflect for the first time since 6.x for Kephess*

we got timer on TLM but with me literally going mid-pull "uhhhh what dcd should I use here???" followed by hovering over multiple abilities as he chunked me because I don't have the icons memorized.

I don't like it >:(

I will GLADLY use sin and vanguard whenever possible once Snorks is also out of EC

at least I can sin tank up until Kephess

[soulsxng]

Honestly, my muses are all over the board in terms of height. It's one of the fun things about making a bunch of different species-- figuring out sizes, and features, and cultures, and all that!

One of the not so fun things? Managing to wrangle myself into actually typing it all out and posting it so that other people know about said made up species. orz

[artidoesthings]

Word of advice from me.

If you’re afraid of spiders or any sort of bugs.

please don’t play Skyrim.

[drawnecromancy]

i am so tired i don't know if i'll manage to do an actual update more than a single page in break of dawn this month. and it sucks.

[lesbianralzarek]

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

[shadowlikesvsynth]

wishing ao3 had a like,,,,,,,, post option because I've been working on a fanfic for 9 months (not really wanting to post it until I finish) and it's about Kurotane BUT recently I found and commented on an angst fic about Piko which has some similar stuff (ex: the people caring for him are scientists and there's a good person one but the other ones are horrible people and there are scenes of torture//experiments) and I feel weird about it because for SOME reason deep down I am terrified that if I post mine someone will accuse me of like,,,, copying even though I started the fic WAY before I saw the other one.

And it's not even rational because the author of the fic was like so nice when responding to comments and would probably be chill-- especially since there are other fics that involve the idea of vocaloids or otherwise robotic characters being made in labs.

Just wanted to get this out somewhere hhhhhhhhhhh

[brain-empty]

oh btw either our tv got hacked or theres more evidence to this place being haunted

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[anbaisai]

he's so mean

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.