#What's this?

[piowasthere]

"And like Jesus - he revives."

another Sams art!

been thinking of starting a lil' challange for myself to draw an art for every Sams/Laes lore ep

since i'm already on a 3 ep streak i might as well

will try not to go too hard on myself but we'll see what shall be cooked

for now - enjoy yee'all

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[ep: Eclipse has Returned...ALREADY!!! in VRChat (SAMS)]

[lemonspades]

Goemon's traded one child hungry for knowledge for another.

< part 18 - part 20 >

Masterlist

Also Timelapse under the cut!

[might-be-a-potato]

The aftermath...

[aaeeart]

Tell me why an AU where the ghost rescues Cal and Kanan immediately recognizes him but they don’t have time to talk because he was injured is like- my life right now. I’ve been trying to write a fic about, but the writers block is blocking 😭

Anyway, you have fantastic art and I thought you’d like that idea. Have a good day:)

LISTEN. LISTEN! I love this idea and I hope I HOPE, this will help at least a little with your writer's block because I would LOVE to read a fic like that 😩😩😩💕💕💕

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[tripleyeeet]

Hello, I saw your request post and I was thinking... how's about Gale or Astarion realizing how much of a hoarder Tav is? Like taking everything that isn't bolted down type of hoarder? Maybe they find some spicy stuff? I'll leave that up to you. Thank you ❤️❤️

WHAT'S THIS?

SUMMARY: Astarion requests Gale help identify something amongst your horde of things.

PAIRING: Astarion/Gale & Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

WORD COUNT: 543

WARNINGS: Mentions of an aphrodisiac.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I absolutely loved this idea, thank you for requesting anon! <3

MASTERLIST

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“Darling, what’s this?”

You’re elbow-deep inside your pack when you hear Astarion’s voice beside you, forcing your already narrowed eyes to trail up the length of his frame until you notice a familiar bottle in his hands, opening your mouth. 

“It’s nothing,” you lie, immediately feeling your stomach drop as he ignores your words, moving the bottle closer to his face for further inspection. 

Inside, there’s a light pink liquid. Filled about halfway to the top, it sloshes against the rounded bottle as he rolls it around his fingers, eyeing every inch of it with careful precision before humming in response and turning his head. “Gale, darling, you’re familiar with all kinds of elixirs, aren’t you?”

A couple of feet away, Gale perks up at the sound of Astarion’s question, nodding his head before the vampire scoffs and ushers him over. 

“It seems our friend here’s picked up so many trinkets they can’t tell which is which,” he says, giving you an almost smug look as he hands the bottle over to Gale. “Mind identifying this?”

“Don’t mind at all, my friend.”

Both Gale and Astarion snicker at one another as Gale surveys the item, running his fingers along the glass as he hums in curiosity, causing you to grow more nervous by the second 

“It’s probably just a dud or something,” you try to reason, ignoring the mischievous looks they share as you huff and turn your attention to your pack, trying to sift through all the things you looted from earlier. 

Inside there are about half a dozen pieces of cutlery, their flashes of silver haphazardly strewn amongst metal goblets and old books. In the main pocket, you can feel a multitude of textures but none of the ones you’re looking for, prompting you to groan and flip the pack upside down, allowing everything to spill out onto the dirt. 

As it happens, both men look down, watching as you scramble through the pile of junk, mumbling under your breath until you remember the side pocket that exists. 

“Gods, I didn’t realize just how much stuff you carry,” Gale remarks, forcing you to look up, watching as he pops open the cork of the bottle and gives it a good sniff. 

Almost instantly he recoils in a fit of coughs, waving his hand over his face as he holds the bottle outward, allowing you to snag it out from his hands and pop the cork back on. 

When you do though, Astarion raises his brow and leans forward, watching you with newfound caution as you open up the side pocket to grab the bandana you were previously looking for, replacing it with the mysterious liquid. 

“Something tells me you’re hiding something, pet,” he remarks, watching as you roll your eyes and shake your head, telling him he’s being ridiculous as you recollect your things and immediately storm off.

Watching you go, Astarion’s suspicions only grow, prompting him to turn to the wizard with a loud sigh. “Did you figure out what it is?”

Still partially coughing, Gale nods his head, laying a hand on Astarion’s shoulder to settle himself as he struggles to mutter out the word aphrodisiac, causing Astarion to grin. 

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[awyeahitssam]

Harry/Tom; Broken Promises + Pillow Forts, unresolved angst. Weirdly soft for them.

Harry may love his boyfriend, but he was also the first to admit that Tom Riddle was a stubborn prick.

They had been dating for seven months - fighting for longer - and, naturally, Yule was no different. They spent the majority of the day schmoozing at Black manor, Harry having allowed Tom to use his political position as both the Potter and Black heir to score an invite. It was a dreadfully boring and headache inducing affair, especially because Tom abandoned him several times to whisper his plans for World Domination into the ears of enthralled purebloods.

And now that they were back home, Tom was refusing to honor his end of the deal.

“We’re both exhausted, Harry,” he sighed, replacing a stiff dress shirt with soft cotton. “Another time.”

Harry doubted that. Plus, it was important to watch today. When Harry was young and Lily alive, every Yule had been spent on this very couch, bundled under blankets with a mug of hot chocolate and Christmas specials playing.

“We just spent most of the day playing politics because you wanted to, Tom, something I only agreed to because you promised we would do this tonight.”

“We left early because you said you were exhausted,” Tom rebutted. “Which means you need sleep, not to watch muggle Telly programs.”

“Fine,” Harry snapped, pulling Mrs. Weasley’s annual sweater over his head to conceal his hurt expression until he could get it under control. “Do what you want, but I’m watching this.”

Tom didn’t have family traditions. He didn’t have family. So it was understandable that he didn’t know how important this was to Harry.

But Harry had watched these with Remus once his mother died, and doing it alone, now that they were both gone, felt wrong.

Not that he had ever truly explained the importance of this to Tom. His lover probably thought of it as a silly whim, a favor. Perhaps he just detested muggles too much to care how his turnabout would affect Harry, and had never been planning to watch at all. It did rather sound like him.

Harry curled into a ball at the edge of the sofa and twisted his wand. Pillows zoomed from every room of the house, blankets floating behind them, and Harry heard a grunt as Tom -- presumably -- dodged one as they piled around him, building a fort that made him feel more cozy and less alone.

“Harry,” Tom hissed, in that all-too-familiar tone of frustration.

“What?” Harry snapped, turning on the Christmas special. His chest felt tight and he could feel his eyes welling with stupid, traitorous tears he refused to let fall. There was a pause, and then a blanket was pushed aside, allowing Tom to peer into his fort.

He was frowning, but it was more concerned than annoyed, and Harry looked away quickly. Not quickly enough, it seemed, because Tom sighed heavily and stepped into the fort, gently grasping his cheek.

“What is it, darling?”

Harry shrugged, pulling out of Tom’s grasp.

“Nothing,” he said through a dry throat. “I don’t like it when you make me promises you have no intention of keeping.”

Tom tensed, but didn’t deny his claim. “You’re typically not so upset.”

Harry turned to face him, anger only making the tears stronger. “Just because I don’t say it doesn’t mean I don’t feel it,” he snapped. “As much as you hate liars, it’s interesting what you’ve become, isn’t it?”

But Tom did not snap back, or fly into a pique as he was wont to do when Harry criticized him. Instead, he crouched down before him with a frown, hesitantly touching his knees. “I’ve truly upset you,” he noted, then offered, “I’ll stay. We can watch the program together.”

Harry grimaced, pulling away from the tentative touch. “I don’t want you here if you don’t want to be here,” he said, heart panging. “Why don’t you go back to Malfoy’s? I know he was talking about the after-party half the night.”

But Tom only frowned at him. “I’m not leaving,” he said. “You’re upset with me.”

Harry’s chest tightened. “When has that ever stopped you from leaving in the past?”

“Well, if you would just tell me instead of expecting me to know!” Tom snapped. “I’m trying here, Harry!”

“Maybe I need time,” Harry returned, just as fiercely though his own voice was quiet. “I don’t have to tell you everything, Tom, and I’ll tell you nothing before I’m ready to. I had your word that you would do this with me. Excuse me for believing that would be enough.”

From the fleeting expression on Tom’s face, a punch might’ve landed gentler. Neither of them trusted easily. Tom, because he’d never had reason to trust. Harry, because his faith had been broken so many times in the past.

[reality-detective]

Mecca hit by “plague of locusts” during Ramadan rainfall

Videos posted after the rainstorm showed thousands of black bugs crawling on the white stone floor of the the Great Mosque, the holiest mosque in all of Islam. The videos identified the bugs as both cockroaches and grasshoppers. 🤔

[happycattail]

Think about Imogen who prayed and prayed and prayed and yet none of the Gods ever responded. Imogen who thinks she's unwanted. And then finally, she hears the voice of Kord. Kord, the Stormlord. Kord who searched her out and spoke with her through Groon. Telling her that he sees her that he has an eye on her.

[ftvs-cm45]

Clark Views the File

And discovers his weakness

[badtnbcideas]

During “What’s This?”, instead of going about their lives while Jack is out exploring, the citizens of Christmastown are immediately aware of the enormous skeleton they see in front of him and they all panic and are now hyper vigilant and paranoid.

Jack, however, is completely oblivious to their reactions and continues singing and exploring anyway.

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[actuallyjustabiscuit]

Chapter Title: Jester and Ragdoll Come to an Understanding/ Featuring: Quite Possibly the Most Awkward Way to Start a Friendship

Summary: Pomni and Ragatha finally talk. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

[whyeverr]

“Are we really going to have any better luck in a different quarry pool?”

“I mean, you never know, y’know? It’s worth at least checking it out. C’mon, bro.”

…

"Whoa."

[erigold13261]

"Neon's Parents...and Brother"

Meet Neon's father, Cho Soobin, mother, Jang YeEun, and brother, Cho Sooho. Plus some extra doodles of them.

Soobin and his family can create balls of light. Some can project their light or use it in unique ways. Kinda like how Tatiana can make balls of fire, the Cho family can make balls of light (or other shapes potentially if they try hard enough)

YeEun's family can create pictures in mid air. A kind of illusion magic similar to Eve's except it is all visual and has no affect on reality. It is used a lot for entertainment which is how YeEun met Soobin.

Neon does not have any of the markings that his parents have while Sooho has a combination of both. But both kids have a pretty drastic eye mutations (Neon having heterochromia and Sooho having a white star pupil).

[jadequarze]

Coming back from the JJK woodwork with them doodle

[thepetesimp]

Fic snippet #6: VegasPete

Vegas expected to find Pete in their bedroom, either dozing off or playing with his phone, since he found every other room in the house empty. He did end up finding him there, but what he didn't expect was to find him butt naked and evidently hard, while staring at the ceiling.   “Pete,” he said hesitantly, “what is this?” “I was thinking about you,” Pete simply replied. Vegas smirked. “Is that so?” “Yeah,” Pete huffed. He turned his head and looked at Vegas straight in the eyes. “Are you going to do something about it?” The smirk on Vegas' face widened. “Are you asking me or ordering me?” Pete thought about it for two seconds before replying, “Whichever will make you come here and touch me.”